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Monday, January 16, 2006

Greatest People according to Beth!

Mama is in the hospital since she had an accident! We are taking turns taking care of her and I can see the people taking care of the sick... they are not just those people from the hospital but the family members as well. It could really be hard and I can see that some patients are really sick that those who would take care have to be very strong -- physically, emotionally and mentally! I pray for them! that they don't lose patience in taking care of their sick and continue taking care of them with love and dedication. I also got a chance to bring my nieces and nephews to school and wait till the classes are over... oh those are really hyperactive kids and could drain all your energy. I also pray for their teachers and their parents (also their aunts and nannies). That they handle them with love and understanding plus that they never run out of energy for those kids!!!

Friday, January 13, 2006


I heard Jinky Vidal’s (of Freestyle) version of “Somebody” on the radio this morning and now I suddenly find myself singing it again... it is nice to hear a female version of the song but honestly I like Depeche Mode's version better since it is like someone talking from the soul… and the sound of the heartbeat at the end feels like a release of something you've kept inside (or maybe it is just my imagination???) Hehehe... I really like the song so I am posting it here...can you feel heartbeat ;-)


I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me supportAnd in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She will hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put her arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
And things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it Ahh...

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Leader of the band!

Today is the 8th death anniversary of my father and our family had a small get together at home before going to the cemetery for some prayers for my father.

I was not really the favorite child but I got to spend more time with him than any of my siblings and many of our times together were actually story time. He was a storyteller and I loved listening to stories.

It started when I was young and would accompany him when he would fetch mama in the hospital after her night duties. He would talk to me about his childhood, his adventures in the foreign lands and stories of successful people he had read. When I was in college, I would also accompany him on his real estate trips on Saturdays to carry his bag and share stories along the way and when I was working and he worked in the Middle East our story telling were confined on our letters… this time our stories where no longer on other people or the books we had read but on what goes on with our lives.

I had to report to him everything that goes on with our life including the problems. He counted on me to tell him everything that happens and there would be times that I would re-write my letters so many times because I had to be truthful yet I would not want him to feel bad about certain events in our life for like most families we had our share of difficulties. There was no internet then and it takes time for the mail to reach the destination. Oftentimes there were other events after you have written your letter. Our telephone calls were limited to emergency calls and to really short calls to check if everything is alright… just an added assurance from the “voice” that everything is really alright as indicated in the letters… all the details have to be in the letter since it was cheaper to send a long letter than to make a short call!

Over the years, I have accumulated a neat pile of letters from papa which I still have to this date and from time to time I still look over these letters and listen to the voice tape he sent me.

If there is one thing I regret though, it is that most of papa’s best stories were not written. He was a wonderful storyteller and I could never match his “punch lines” nor am I good at recalling people and places. It would have been great if he was able to write his stories earlier on so that even the younger generation in our family would be able to learn these stories. I am sure they too would love them.

My father had more adventures than I could ever have but I have an advantage over him… I have access to a computer and to blogging and I get to write my stories and I get to share them with whoever cares to listen. But maybe someday, I get to get to print some of my stories and moments and get to share them with my younger nieces and nephews even my grandnieces and grandnephews...

Before i end this post i would like to print one of my favorite songs which I dedicate to papa.

Leader of the Band
An only child alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone
and solitary way
But he gave to me a gift
I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love thru discipline
A thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand

The leader of the band
Is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs thru my instrument
and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in ColoradoWhen I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose
and come to know so well

I thank you for the music
and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
and the times when you got tough
and papa I don't think I said
"I love you" near enough

I love you papa and I miss you! Happy anniversary in heaven!

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Happy New Year!!!

Thought of writing a new year's resolution but figured it would be better to just remember to be grateful always for the things that come my way... and to just be "present" to each moment... enjoy happy moments... learn from mistakes and never lose hope when difficulties happen...

A happy and meaningful New year to all!!!