Musings of the Uninspired

I’m shifting to Multiply. Not that I hate Friendster, but it’s blog is surely not that great compared to it’s counterparts. The features here are not that customizeable, and if it is, you’d have to spend for it. Not that I can’t afford it… but I just can’t see why I’d pay for something that I could find free somewhere. Kunat, noh?
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Besides, the topics here reflect who I was when I was a bit… well, like they say, stupid. I’ve learned so much over the past months that reading and re-reading my posts here had been becoming time wasted. I’d love to go back to some of them, but to most of them, I’d love to just leave behind and move on. Moving on- funny how I could say it now so easily compared before. It’s time to throw away those things unworthy of my attention and focus on new interesting ones.
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I’ve met just a few new people this year and most of them are very hard to forget, but must be forgotten simply because they’ve caused me nothing but harm, deep inside and maybe otherwise. They’re all the same, actually- from a former friend who acknowledges no worth from a person but her own to that awful policeman who would take money in exchange to accusing me for a mistake I’m not even guilty of. With them are the memories I’d love to just erase from my mind if only I could- all things involving them- like everything never happened. This is how I heal, and if it is much of a deal for them, touche. I won’t be surprised as this is how disrespect works. Anyway, I think I had been already successful on doing so in some aspects. A slow process, but the pain does go away after some time.
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On the other hand, a few of the new people I met this year (and in the past years), of course, have come and go, but will always be close to my heart. They’re just around, and we’re still in touch if we’d want to. And if only my hectic schedule would permit me, I’d do my best to spend some time with them, catch up, perhaps share some laughs or listen to their stories like we used to. There’s only one, though, who I can’t reach anymore but had always been close to my heart. She’s up there and watching over me for sure. I’ll try to smile everytime I look up to her, just to tell her, "I’m fine, thank you."
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The new blog, hopefully, won’t include a post similar to this. It will be about me and my wife, my family, true friends and people, life in the house that I built, and everything else that evolves with it.  Life as it appears outside my own dark Matrix. It’s where I’ll continue, perhaps until I feel grow (or feel) old. There will be occasional musings, but none anymore of those usual regrets.
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To those who had loved reading my posts here, thank you. I know you’ve gone either excited or annoyed whenever you see "Adelino has posted a new Friendster blog" message in your email inboxes, and I really appreciate it whenever I hear comments, amusing reactions and anything about my posts. My messages here had been either appreciated or misused, but one thing’s for sure: people are still like to read what I write, though I’m not really sure if I could. Hehe…
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If you want to continue checking on what I will be up to in the coming days (and what I see through my simple phonecam), just go to my Multiply site. Goodluck to all of us in 2008… Cheers!

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Party. We had 3 consecutive weeks of fun in the office. This is why I
like December next to October- everyone seems to be in a festive mood.
There are quite a number of reasons behind it. I’ll cite two: Xmas
Bonus and it is divine time to celebrate the birth of our Savior.
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Car
accident. For the 2nd time this year, Camille got caught in a road
mishap. Again, her right fender was severely damaged and the right
signal light has to go. Though this time, it’s a bit not of a problem
since I can cover the finance, it’s still a pain to see something
precious to you in a state like that. Lesson learned among many things
that day, safety is never 100% guaranteed on the road even if you are
the safest driver around. There’ll always be one idiot driver who’d
cause an accident for you (and the police to take advantage of it).
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New
friendships. Though much of this year has been shrouded by regrets and
unwilling loss, I have become very thankful for the coming of new
inspiration to go to work these days. One yosi break, a friend told me
that it is about time to open my eyes for there are people around
waiting for it- people waiting for me to come to my senses. And I did.
As I try to forget all the misdoings and misadventures that either I am
guilty of or was thrown to me as this year started, I found open arms
to welcome me as a friend as it ends. With it came opportunity to show
everyone that I am not someone to disregard and disrespect. I love them
all, I enjoyed every time I spend with them. I can’t wait to spend
another year with these wonderful people.
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Promotion. New tasks,
new daily routines, new life. This new job in the same office, with the
same people around has never become dull since the first day. It’s
strenuous, but always in a good way. Good stress, they say. I’m still
liking it.
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A new PC and DSL – I have a new machine now, thanks
to my beloved wifey who gave the initiative to get one. It got specs
that are not so much on the high end (Intel Dual Core, 160 Gigs, a
DVD-RW drive, a sound booster and a kickass video card that is still
yet to come), but it will do. We immediately hooked it up to a fast
internet connection so that we can enjoy much of whatever things not
offered on local TV. What comes after is addiction to Heroes,
Smallville, Grey’s Anatomy, Naruto and other mangas, Youtube,
Friendster, Limewire, torrents for movies that we missed in past years,
blogging, etc. There’s so much to do with this thing in the confines of
a bedroom. I fear my DVD player’s getting lonely there in the sala.
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New
list. I come up with resolutions that I have to carry out every year. I
am now preparing what things to accomplish for next year, 2008. Early
today, I was thinking if I could even ever come up with one since I’m
already all thankful to what I currently have- a beautiful family, good
friends. With material things, I have pulled off pretty much everything
on the list- a new PC with considerable specs, a nicely maintained car,
a flat screen TV in the sala, and finally a PSP this month. But as I
woke up today (which basically means tonight), something came up. Ethel
and Luke were watching “Going Bulilit goes to Hong Kong Disneyland”.
Then I remembered- I still have some childhood dreams that are not far
from reach now. Yup! First on my resolution list for 2008- take my
family to the Magical Kingdom. 
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"Is this a habit of yours? Falling out off stuff?" Giselle says.
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Robert answers, "Only when you’re around to catch me."

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Today, Ethel and I officially declares Christmas in the pink house! And what better way to spend the first Christmas weekend but to watch ENCHANTED. Just as I expected, both Ethel and I loved it. Ethel, of course, loves Patrick Dempsey more than any other characters in the story, and I could feel her "kilig" everytime her crush appears on the big screen, most specially in that scene where Giselle and Robert were dancing in the ball.
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I, on the other hand, have always been a Disney flick fan eversince The Little Mermaid. I don’t know. There’s something about happily ever after that makes the kid prince in me long for my damsel-in-distress, or my lovely princess. And there’s something about New York that makes me whisper to myself "Oh someday, I’m going there. I swear."
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It’s interesting how the Magical Kingdom makes such a sort-of parody of how it made a long trend of fairy tales since the 1940s (?) and draws out of it a story that would appeal to adults whose dreams far from reality have started to fade away as they grow up. If only I would have a daughter, she’d definitely learn the fair ways of a princess, even for a while before she gets brainwashed by harsh reality. It’s quite sad that nowadays, fairy tale and bedtime story books have quite lost it’s appeal. I remember we still have in our small library a complete line of bedtime story books. When we were kids, we spent some time, at least looking at the pictures, and would be amazed on the story that unfolds from it as our parents read to us how it all led to happily ever after. I first knew Cinderella, The Three Little Pigs, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood and Aladdin and the desert thieves long before they came out as cartoon heroes and heroines.
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Happily ever after is never really just a dream. When we were kids, it could be as real as anything else. It may have faded, but never completely. Somehow, it should have given us hope to move forward whenever we tripped on the sidewalk, see our childhood crushes while we stare from one side of the classroom, or got bullied by someone bigger than we are. Somehow, we should have learned how to dream just by reading the story or listening to the prince and princess as they sail away to the bright moonlight in the lagoon. Of course, not anyone could fulfill our dreams of having a glistening dance in a ball, a ride on a galloping horse in Meadows of Enchantment, or a wonderful duet by the grand piano the memory of which that lasts a lifetime, but from a kid’s dream grows a person who can always see the brighter side of life- a hearty smile in the rain, an impromptu song that could light up a sad day, McDreamy eyes on a star-filled backdrop, perhaps, for warmth in times when you feel cold, or just simply someone who believes a wish after blowing a candle on a birthday cake could come true.
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Great leaders rule throughout history and the most romantic of lovers are known in great novels because they are dreamers. They have great stories to tell with it. As long as they kept their dreams alive, there were no stopping them from conquering the hearts of many, though many creatures in this world who would try to rob them of this gift.
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A lesson from the movie: Happily ever after does exist, if only we’d learn to be contented to what reality can offer.
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ALAN MENKEN, along with Jerry Goldsmith, Danny Elfman and John Williams, are some of my musical heroes. To my delight, eight-time Oscar winner MR. MENKEN did the soundtrack for Enchanted. This composer is very much well-known for songs that came from Beauty and the Beast, Hercules and The Little Mermaid, my three all-time favorite animated featured film from Disney. I can’t imagine these stories if not accompanied by his great music. Finally, after so long, I’ve got another batch of LSS’s that I won’t regret having.
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Anyway, for those who haven’t seen the movie and
are looking for a film that
could be both for the family or just a feel-good one, this is the
perfect choice. It has the classic Disney magic combined with… well,
New York! Watch out for that scenes where Pip the chipmunk, who is always
mistaken as a rat in New York, desperately tries to save the princess. Always remember to laugh- it makes watching the movie even nicer.
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Sorry to be ruining this oh so nice silence which I have admittedly enjoyed for a couple of months now, but I just can’t help but wonder how my ugly face ended up in one of your stuff. I wouldn’t have noticed it if not for a friend who insisted for me to check out an art page which I wish I wouldn’t have seen for the sake of my peace of mind.
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I have one request: Before you send out your personal NEW YEAR  souvenir to your friends or boast it somewhere where attention is not that hard to reach, maybe you should consider asking permission first to people who own those faces that appear in it.
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Maybe the photographer, or the designer, or others in it won’t mind (or care at all). But as for yours truly, you don’t have to ask. Instead, I’d even humbly beg for a small effort that won’t probably have no effect in any way possible to your so-called yearly agenda: Please oh please… remove my face off it, for I wish no more business with you in any kind possible.
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Shish… and I thought I’ve already made that obvious a long long time ago.
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You don’t have to worry if people would make a big buzz out of it, for I’m sure they wouldn’t even bother. If they do, feel free to show this post. As if it would really matter.

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Some people claim that they know everything as if they have already figured out the mystery of the universe. They claim they have control over their emotions, over their heads. They move around and show people boastfully that they are the kings/queens of the world. That they stand alone- proud and unblemished by the world that continues to scar everybody. They are the mightiest. They are the strongest. They need no one. Their battlecry: "Me, myself and I!"
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They laugh as they witness a scene of crying souls as they try to help lift each other everyday. They say they don’t need to surrender their weaknesses to realize their strengths. They say they don’t have it. They may say they have a taste of it but are smart enough to learn from it quickly. They say they have learned from the past and like masters born from a crooked past, they have risen to overcome tears. They say tears are worthless. They say crying out for help is pathetic. They say those who cry for help are pathetic.
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Yet these people who find temporary contentment in their tall claims, not the ones who don’t see shame in shedding tears, are the saddest people in the world.  It’s even sadder the way these fake masters keep ignoring this fact. It even gets more unfortunate to see themselves try to avoid what is inevitable. They mask their weaknesses with fake smirks on their faces. They roll their eyes while they hide their bodies quivering in pain. And in the dark, alone, they weep like dogs whimpering on their hungry tormented guts. Yet in utmost desperation, they still disclaim their fall and hold on to whatever pride left in them, regardless if already, there’s none.
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They thought they can hide their pain. Yet it shows in their eyes when they seek the attention that they long for everyday. I hope I don’t see that day when they all come out of the dark where they occasionally hide- only bones, skin and pride leaking through their dying brains left- still claiming that theirs is the world to conquer. For I shall not hesitate to look down upon them, return from the void whence they once banished me, and laugh at them on the borders that which they have established.
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I wish not for that day to come when hatred reigns supreme in my heart. But if it does I would gladly perform my part. For now, I pray that they would be gone someday. And they will be, someday. It’s just a matter of having patience in the long wait.
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This pretty much sums up everything that I have seen and loved on TV from the 90s till today. There’s much more aside from what you see here, but this shows what I have in mind for now.
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I came up with this collage while killing time at home. It’s Sunday. I’m alone in the pink house since Ethel’s at work and Luke’s staying in his grandpa’s house this weekend. I’m lazy and I don’t feel like going around in town for now. After a good cup of coffee, I sat by the monitor screen and seen almost all the videos that I downloaded lately and were pending to be seen since then. I’m even so lazy to take a bath! Hahaha! Oh well, it’s not much of a deal since I’ll be all alone the whole day here.
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I recently got a copy of Colby Caillat’s album entitled "Coco". I loved… [Suddenly, the smell of overcooked rice filled the air. Shit! Sunog na naman ang sinaing...]
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Sigh! Why can’t I make the perfect sinaing. Oh well… where was I?…
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Yes, Colby. Ethel and I love the song "Bubbly" eversince we first heard it and shared it through bluetooth. Colby’s voice just gives the feeling that life is so simple and smooth. My expectations were met when I got her album "Coco". I can’t help imagine a place where I rest my head on Ethel’s lap under the shade of a tree beside a green field on one fine summer day while listening to her songs. It’s a perfect song for a lazy Sunday morning.
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I’m hungry. Rice tastes somewhat burnt but it’s okay. I have fried Tilapia with fresh tomatoes and fried eggplant to match with it anyway. It’s lunch time!
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I don’t know what I’ve done
Or if I like what I’ve become
But something told me to run
And baby, you know me; it’s all or none
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There were sounds in my head
LIttle voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening
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‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could turn my back upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos he will take care of you more than I could
He who dares to stand where I stood
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See I thought it was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you ain’t leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside
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‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could turn my back upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos he will care for you more than I could
He who dares to stand where I stood
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So I will be far from where you are if ever you should call
Though you meant real to me than anything at all,
You taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do…
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‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could turn my back upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos he will take care of you more than I could
He who dares to stand where I stood
He who dares to stand where I stood
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There are just some songs that would make you want to cry. Amidst all attempts to forget the past, there will always be a moment where silence will conquer you inner strength. You let yourself be pulled in, and the next thing you know- you are again re-living the past that you thought had already stopped haunting you. You feel the scar that was once a deep cut of which pain throbs hard into your weak soul. Then you look up in the sky thinking why you deserve such memories of unwilling hurtings. .
Really, they should stop writing these songs. Or I should learn how not to listen to them. Cuz it’s a known fact that unlike perhaps many others who may possess cold hearts, this weary traveller is not capable of pushing those memories away… as if it happened ten years ago.
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I want to write poems again, but I never got the inspiration to do so. Back when I was still in college, I’d definitely write about (or do a sketch of) anything good that passes by my head. Afterwards, I’d show it to who I dedicate it to. I used to write for Ethel a lot, and I remember the feeling of as if I could fly while she smiles while reading it. I’d write about it now… but I don’t know. I just don’t have the inspiration to do so.
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I want to write about a simple lovestory that ends sadly. It’s always been a plan, but I never had the chance to complete whatever things I come up with. Once I was able to create a whole draft of the story. I saved it on a PC only to lose it later on because of a grave system crash. All that’s left are some parts of the story still in my memory, but my memory fails me sometimes. What a pity.
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The story? It will not an attempt to deviate from the usual "happily ever after", but just to show that anyone could still be happy in a bigger picture.
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I want to write about a girl. This girl saves a guy from falling to his death. He slipped from a cliff while composing lyrics that he thinks would be the best rock song ever. Later in the story, he’d realize that he came up not with a rock song, but a cheesy love song because of this girl. It didn’t even appear in the charts, but he was able to win her heart.
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I want to write a sequel to that story. But this time, it will be a graphic novel. It needs to be illustrated, because I’d like to see how the girl’s character comes to life, this time. In the story, this guy would discover that she can fly. That she flew when she saved her from the cliff. It turns out that the girl is a heroine in hiding. Aside from the fact that her greatest nemesis had disappeared without a trace, she had this thought of resigning from the job, for the world’s concerns are just too much for her to handle. 
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I want to write a movie about soulmates. Not that "Magic to Win" type of a flick- but something that would redefine our usual concept of life, afterlife, love and God. I’d like to tackle on how necessary our existence is regardless of how small we are compared to the universe. I think it will be much more of an interpretation to the book "Conversations with God". And yes, it will be a three part film. First part will deal with defying death because of love. Second will be about going against (and being defeated by) what’s destined. Third is accepting one’s destiny even if it’s against what the heart dictates. How’s it going to be epic? There’s war in the end of the story. How’s it gonna fit the story? Well… it’s a work in progress. But for sure, everything will still be about that girl who could fly, but fell in the end.
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Why do I write about this now? Maybe when I get filthy rich and old, retire from work and has nothing to do while sitting around at home, I’d come across this post and be reminded that I once planned to write a nice poem, a good story, or produce a great epic film. And there’s still lots of time to do so. God, I hope there’s still internet and blogs when that time comes.
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I just want to share this. I got this as a forwarded message from a
friend in the office. I don’t know… if I am to be put in a situation
the same as what’s described in the story, surely I’d be totally
crushed. My prayers to him and to all who got affected. And to the
people responsible for this unfortunate incident, who claim that this
is for a certain noble cause- if your cause would take away the life of
a loving mother to an innocent child, then your concept of "noble" is
horribly twisted and never ever acceptable.
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Good day everyone,
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I wish I were writing under different circumstances.
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I would like to inform you that my wife Leslie Cruz was part of the casualties in the Glorietta 2 Mall bombing in Makati City , Philippines . She was supposed to have a minor out patient surgery at Makati Medical Center at 230pm.
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I had taken a leave from work to accompany her there.
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We dropped off our daughter, Amber, at my parents place in QC to babysit at around 10am. We then proceeded to Makati and was there at 1230pm. Since she had been fasting in preparation for her procedure, she wanted to move around and listen to some music while I grabbed a bite to eat. We parked at the basement of Park Square 2, and headed for the Glorietta 2 entrance. We parted at the top of the escalator, she turned right towards Filbar’s while I went left towards the restaurants. That was the last time I would see her.
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Around 120pm, she had called me so that we can meet at the Glorietta 2 exit just in time to make her appointment. As I made my way there from Glorietta 1 through the connecting hallways, and was about to turn the corner, I heard 2 deep thumps and the shock-wave from the blast hit me. At that moment my heart dropped as I knew that the origin of the blast came from the same place where we were supposed to meet. I tried getting to where my wife was, but the dust was too much and it was as if I was staring at a white wall.
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I still tried to convince myself that she was able to make it out, and that after ringing her mobile without a response only meant that she dropped it in the confusion. After 6 hours of searching from Makati Med. to Ospital ng Makati , the blast site, and back again to MMC - with the help of all the people I could get hold of, that I was able to get confirmation in what the state of my wife was.
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My Dad and Uncle signaled me in from the ER of MMC. My Uncle (who’s a doctor) asked me to describe Leslie’s appearance to another group of doctors. I saw in the eyes of one that the description made sense. Instead of confirming it to me, they huddled together, then brought me to a small examination room. It was only through a digital camera that I was able to confirm (and deny) that she was indeed gone.
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I have so many regrets. I should have met her sooner.
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I should have ran instead of a brisk walk. I should have not chose to park where I did. I should have braved the dust and went in the blast site. I should have …
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Today’s the 4th day. It is still terribly difficult to breathe, let alone wake up realizing that your source of strength, your best friend doesn’t lie beside you on your bed. That my deepest worry is when Amber starts asking for her Mama.
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I am glad that Amber’s too young to understand the loss and pain. In time I would like to tell her the details of how her mother died, but more importantly I would like to raise her as how her mother lived - a loving person, strong willed, decisive, caring, and nurturing. She has always cared for her family and friends, and sacrfied her career for being a full time mom and home maker.
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As with all couples we had our ups and downs - none of which I regret not going through. The sweet is never as sweet without the sour. For almost 4 years of marriage, we’ve finally hit our balance in life only to be taken away in an instant. I have no regrets about our marriage. She has loved me and Amber beyond her capacity. I will always love her.
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It is my first time to write to egroup as I’ve lurked and watched emails being sent to and fro. All I want now is that for each of the couples here is to cherish each moment that we spend with our loved ones. Pretty simple to say, very easy to take for granted.
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Thank you all for the prayers. I would still like to ask you to please include Leslie in them until her 40th day so that the path to God’s kingdom is well lit and she is no longer in the dark.
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Sincerely,
Carlo Cruz
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"Hi, Dr. Stevens. Can I sit beside you just for a moment?"
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Okay. We’ve been watching Grey’s Anatomy for almost a year now, and it’s a known fact in the pink house that the world stops whenever we get to watch a new episode. Season 4 is already up and running now and anyone could feel the excitement whenever a new episode becomes available only. Oh the drama, the suspense, the comedy… We’re on episode 3 now, by the way. Or, to put it more specifically, I’m downloading it right now so that we can watch it later tonight.
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Before I go on, let me just say how I love Dr. Stevens. Hehe… Yup! Grey’s Anatomy is more than a series. It has become a hype.
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During our 5-days stay in UST, I once had a small talk with a young intern who apparently already had spent 32 hours in the hospital’s emergency room.
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Jokingly, I asked, "So, is it like Grey’s Anatomy here?"
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She said, "Yup, same toxic atmosphere, though there’s no hot steaming love story going on around here." Her face looked as if she almost ended that with “…unfortunately.”
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"Really? No McDreamy or McSteamy?"
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"Nope. All of ‘em look more like House to me."
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Funny.
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And somewhat weird, actually. I got almost the same conversation back then when Dr. Ali Dacanay just got in Chicago days after she started a new medical career there. (Hi, Doc! How’s life out there so far?)
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Aside from how we’ve grown to love each character, what’s interesting about this series is that it got me off that weird sickly feeling that makes me want to throw up whenever I see scenes in the operating room. Actually, I still do, especially whenever Ethel watches that one show from channel C5 where they feature actual operating procedures- thus blood, blood and more blood. Oh I used to loathe seeing that red substance coming out of anyone’s anatomy. Maybe having been so hooked up in the story and the characters had rid me of such horrible mood.
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Let me just say again- I love Dr. Stevens.
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Speaking of love stories, here’s the thing: One good reason to watch Grey’s Anatomy is that it’s always nice to know how pair-ups go on in the said series. You’ve got to admit that you always wanted to know who Dr. Grey would choose between Dr. Shepherd and that veterinarian guy. (The term “Veterinarian guy” was used a couple of times in some episodes, take note.) And now, the question is whether or not Dr. O’Malley would choose passion over obligation. Is it Dr. Stevens or Dr. Torres? Will authority affect the steaming loveship that could only happen on the side? Will Dr. Burke be back in the series? (I have high doubts about it, but at

least, will he have a cameo appearance?)
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It’s the new Melrose Place. Aside from what’s already there, one could still think of other possible pair-ups that could happen in the future. This, of course, leads to who you think is the best pair-up, so far. So far until the last episode of season three, the list says the following, although this doesn’t include guest appearances yet:
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-    Meredith Grey loves Derek Shepherd
-    Cristina Yang used to love Preston Burke
-    Izzie Stevens loves George O’Malley
-    George O’Malley is married to Callie Torres
-    Callie Torres went hanky-panky with Mark Sloan
-    Mark Sloan still loves Addison Shepherd
-    Addison Shepherd loves Derek Shepherd
-    Alex Karev used to love Izzie Stevens
-    Is George O’Malley still in love with Meredith Grey?
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And now in the new season…
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-    Lexie Grey hits on Derek Shepherd
-    George O’Malley loves Izzie Stevens, too!
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Anyway, I’d say between George-Izzie and Izzie-Alex, my vote still goes to the former. This shows how I always go for stories about the most charming princess choosing the silent, shy and somewhat clumsy non-macho type over everyone else. (Relate!!) However, if Denny were still alive, I’d definitely be at a loss. My heart was sinking on every scene of that episode when Denny died. Poor Izzie.
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So, amidst the blood spraying out of a patient’s veins on the operating room, I still see myself watching Grey’s Anatomy till it lasts. Besides, it’s quality time with my wife, who definitely is head over heels for Derek Shepherd. If she was to write this entry, it’ll be all about how gorgeous this McDreamy is, I’m sure. Heh. I’m still your ever dedicated McHusband, you know. Love you.
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"In the hospital, we see addiction every day. It’s shocking, how many
kinds of addiction exist. It would be too easy if it was just drugs and
booze and cigarettes. I think the hardest part of kicking a habit is
wanting to kick it. I mean, we get addicted for a reason, right? Often,
too often, things that start out as just a normal part of your life at
some point cross the line to obsessive, compulsive, out of control.
It’s the high we’re chasing, the high that makes everything else fade
away." –Dr. Meredith Grey, "Love/Addiction" Episode 2 Season 4