Our life is like tennis game, it can be played in different courts…the grass, the clay, and the hard court. If you want a faster pace but with slower bounce, play it on the grass; if you prefer slower pace but with high bounce, move on to the clay court. And if you want to play a level field, take the hard court where speed is faster than clay but not as fast as the grass court. The hard court provides equal opportunities among all players, regardless of their handicap.
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Being prayerful and positive pays. From a diagnosis of third level, possible benign or malignant growth in my breasts, my recent check up showed I am clear. The doctor said I will be promoted to number 1…..Cheers!!!
The night before my check up, I was, however, uneasy. Who would not when my earlier medical reports showed some uncertainties? And on that same night, I had a strange dream, talking to my estranged father in my sleep. I remember asking him, “didn’t you take all my sickness with you when you died?” Seeing him alive in my dream woke me up and kept me awake the whole night. The dream was significant because it was the first time I dreamt of him and it came on the time of my check up. Why did he suddenly show up? I was two years old when he and my mom separated. I grew up without knowing him. The only memory I had with him was when we played Scrabble during our first meeting, I’ve beaten him several times; he was beaming and teary-eyed as he said with pride,“that’s my daughter.” I was introduced to him when I was 13 years old and it took several years when we met again, during his confinement following his colon operation (part of his infected colon was cut and replaced by rubber). Our last meeting was by his death-bed when he requested all of us, his children, to be present before he took his last breath. Scary but I believe that he came to calm me down and provide his moral support, to assure me that everything will be okay. And true enough, I am declared clear. Now I only have to go through the scanning machine after 18 months unlike my previous diagnosis that require me to have check up every six months. I will also have a longer respite from the hands of the male doctors who, unfortunately on my part, conducted the physical examinations. To a longer and productive life……Cheers!!!!! "We got to start somewhere," he said. They were inside his hotel room; it was their first meeting since their friendship started nearly three years ago. Theirs was an unusual friendship. They met on the net and after some exchanges of communications, they became friends. They can talk about anything, from personal to universal and even sensual (as he called it).
She knows him as the person who values his independence and who enjoys his single-blessedness. He inspires her with his very positive outlook in life. He is aware of her current situation, she could cry to him whenever she is down and lonely. Tall, blue-eyed and with neatly shaven silver gray hair, she met him at the central train station one weekend when he visited her. She found no difficulty in recognizing him as he walked towards her. He looks exactly the same as his projection on the computer screen though he is bigger in real life. He too confided that he immediately recognized her thinking there was no other woman around to meet him. They proceeded to his hotel room which was just a stone throw away from the station. They stayed there until the wee hours in the morning. At first, he was seated on a chair at the right foot side of the bed while she snuggled comfortably on a couch on the left side of the head board. They talked about the calamity that recently hit Japan, the uprising in the Middle East and the African countries and their country's involvement in Afghanistan. The exchange of their ideas became too heavy, she felt they have to change topic. She suggested that they draw a plan how he is going to enjoy his short visit. Though it was not his first time to the city, he said that he has not explored the place and had been only there on business trips. Meanwhile, she felt a little discomfort when he rose from his chair, decided to occupy the right side of the twin-sized bed saying "I am tired." She could not understand whether the discomfort came as he took off his shoes which emitted some smell or because he will lie in bed. She was engulfed with mixed feelings she asked herself; shall I leave now, shall I remain on my seat or shall I join him in bed? She decided to sit still but it did not take too long, she joined him in bed. Whether for comfort or anything, she did not care to understand. The bed has enough room for two; she laid the hardbound coffee table book and continued reading. She was impressed by his rich knowledge on their culture and history and the current events. He provided more information on almost every place, people and event she read to him. He seems to have ideas on almost about anything. He even knows how to make clear, crystal ice cubes. Their nearness allowed him to hold her hand which looked like a child’s hand on his big palm. “You are feeling cold” he blurted as he touched her cold hand. He gently whisks her hand, rises up and adjusted the control of the room temperature. “It will be warmer, you’ll feel comfortable now,” he said as he returned to bed. She remained seated while reading until he gently pulled her towards him. They soon lie side by side and their conversation shifted to a more personal topic. She asked why he decided to see her. Couldn’t think of any good reason perhaps, to explain his sudden interest to meet her, he answered “because of curiosity.” He added that it was probably the same reason why she was there. They remained in their intimate position, his arms wrapped around her with their fingers crossed together. And as silence engulfed them, she decided to leave. She jumped off the bed, pulled her creased woollen long-sleeve blouse and combed her hair. He then stood behind her and helped her with her coat. They were in front of a full-length mirror which reflected their contrasting personalities, tall and petite, fair and brown. He said during their meeting the following day that he could have undressed her on that moment to stop her from leaving but he did not “out of respect” knowing she’s going home. He sent her off to the train station. While waiting for her ride, she was trying to think of the reason why she indeed consented to meet him. Was it really plain curiosity? Curious on why he remains single despite his age? Has their friendship weighed on her? Should there be a special reason why she went to meet him, stayed with him and promised to meet him again the next day? Despite some apprehensions, she was, however, happy meeting him. To her it was a significant meeting. It rekindled lost feelings that were not necessarily related to him. She was like a lost child, she found comfort inside his arms as she snuggled her head in his chest. It was a short, swift moment of happiness that allowed her to be herself again…sweet, happy, conversational and carefree. Their closeness did not stop when he went back to his place….they talk whenever it was possible, exchange short sweet messages and dream together of meeting again, sometime, anywhere. But things have become different. ….the sweet notes become scarce, there were less talk and there were days of no talk and no notes at all…. She felt that just as she is beginning to become closer to him, he is starting to go farther. “We got to start somewhere…” whatever he means when he said it will remain a puzzle. Will there be a next meeting? Time can only tell….She strongly feels that whatever there is or will be between them was over even before it formally started…as to why, she can never say…. Time flies, the week ìs over and sooner, we are half-way through the year. The days pass yet memories remain and they continue to stay to remind us of who are we, what are we, and how are we today, tomorrow and yesterday. God helg alle sammen ♥
Gets up at five a.m., prepares the family’s meal,
Then rush to fix herself, catch the bus and leave for work Buries her head at work, at 5p.m. run to catch ride home Back to the kitchen concocts the evening meal Dinner is served; her day chores are nearly done. Stand to watch over as the children study and learn Their days’ lessons she reviews, catch on their progresses Attends to their school needs, provides guidance and help Be in writing or in reading, even in dancing and playing too. Being a mom is a tough job, needs precision, dedication But the pleasure is endless, joy and happiness…boundless Seeing your children grow, well-rounded and kind- hearted Fulfillment alters all your fears, even all your sorrows. To all women I share this joy Of being blessed to be a mom While in the process we have to choose To be a mother or just be ourselves The choice we made to be a mom I say the greatest that we have done. Happy Mothers’ Day! Bits of info have been circulating around long ago that Osama bin Laden was hiding in Pakistan, as to where, however, remained a puzzle until his killing on Sunday, May 1, a very auspicious day, the date when we commemorate our workers, Labor Day.
Nearly 10 years after the Sept. 11 bombing of the twin tower in New York that killed hundreds of people; justice for the victims was finally achieved. Americans were overjoyed by this event; they flocked to the streets and spontaneously celebrated the occasion. Meanwhile, people in Pakistan have become doubly fearful for their life. A country where bombing and death has seemed to be a daily occurrence, the capture of bin Laden opened them to harsh criticisms and subjects for retaliation. Will the Pakistanis become the next “collateral damage” (the word coined during the Iraq invasion referring to the unintended victims or effect of the invasion)? Is the justice gained by the victims and the families of the bombing compensates for the distraught feelings most Pakistanis are experiencing now? Many country leaders praised the joint American and Pakistani forces for their efforts in capturing and eliminating bin Laden. They said his death also ushers world peace. Will his death really bring peace? At whose expense? |
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