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Your body craves my eyes' caress,
like a soul that yearns for light,
and yet, still clings to the edge of night.
MCGMD 2/9/7
Happy Valentine's Day, Ayheen!
Send me some silk stockings Smooth talking lipstick and curls I want a woman, more than a girl Need some lip locking, cool walking Diamonds and pearls I'll wrap 'em all up And give them the world
--Bon Jovi "Woman In Love"
Dear Sage, When we were still treating Sabine at home about 3 or 4 nights ago, I had to go to the drugstore to run some errands in the middle of the night. By chance I got a glimpse of Narda. She was inside her car that presumably brokedown with the windows rolled down that's why it was parked in front of the well-lit drugstore. She had 3 male companions with her. Probably boylet wannabees. When one of the buck toothed "mirons" (bystanders) gave a comment, ruing the absence of liquour in the drugstore and saying that "kulang na lang ang redhorse baka pwedenating pasayawin yan, para na rin tayong nasa club", that's when I belatedly realized that I was not exactly in the company of gents that would have flattered Narda. So I decided to leave immediately. I couldn't wait to tell your Mom. She was laughing too when I animatedly demonstrated to her, with my two hands in front of my chest, Narda's generous bosom. I think I used the phrase "Hooter City" too. Afterlaughing with me for a while, she paused. I thought "Hah, finally, napagselos ko." (Gotcha! Now I made you jealous) Then she gave me a naughty grin and said, "too bad she saw you carrying Huggies diapers."
Darn! TOUCHE!
But heck, I'm lucky. Other husbands would have gotten a broken jaw from their wives after that wisecrack. Your Mom took the comment I made about Narda in the spirit intended; an accolade to a woman's beauty, a nod to the wonders of aesthetic medicine/surgery, and a wink to raging teenage hormones that have yet to be tamed by the gods themselves.
Guys, your Mom is really remarkable. When Sabine and Sadie were being treated at home, she acted the part of a Pediatrician, Nurse and Nursemaid (to Sadie). We all sleep on the same bed. And whenever she's in it, you guys swarm all over her. Kinukuyog nyo. While she breastfeeds Sadie, Sage wraps her arms around her while Sabine's habit is to put her hand inside your Mom's shirt sleeve.
She has a profession and a family that adores her. She's really something, isn't she. Actually now that I think about it, the lady I saw inside the car that conked out probably was only a Narda look-a-like. But it really doesn't matter. I have my own Narda.
Let the other Narda have her limited fun with her inexperienced boylets who have yet to grasp the intricate concept of foreplay.
I have my own Narda.
She is a Superwoman
She is a Cosmogirl
She is ALL MINE.
You think that you can Live without 'em But you're asking too much You see I've slept with romance And danced with lust But there ain't no woman Like a woman in love Oh, yeah
--Bon Jovi "Woman In Love"
Dear Sage, this weekend, your Mom did something unprecedented: She stayed up all night watching the first season DVD compilation of the TV series "Prison Break." She started watching around 10:30PM last saturday. When I woke up at 3:00AM and the TV was still on, I thought that she forgot to turn it off so I reached for the control button to shut it down. I was really shocked when she complained. She was still wide awake. I slept for a few hours then watched the last few episodes with her (I still have a headache for lack of sleep.)
Fortunately I was able to catch the episode that served as a "Prequel" to the events before the protagonist was jailed in a facility called "Fox River". One image struck a chord. The Protagonist explained that he used to wake up alone at night because his big brother was out working to be able to buy them a decent meal. The next morning when he wakes up he always sees an Origami of a Crane beside him. He said that later on when he read about it, he realized that it was his brother's way of saying that he was looking after him even when he was away. The paper crane symbolized familial obligation.
This reminds me of an email I received from Doc Pat recently about cranes...There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his
girl.
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his
>future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until
>one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come
>back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the
>both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...
>
>Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he
>worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make
>something out of himself.
>
>Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had
>set up his own company ..
>
>You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy
>was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain
>walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still
>drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's
>parents.
>
>With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the
>couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them
>to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car,
>condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was
>walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and
>followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as
>ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right
>beside her...
>
>Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They
>explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
>cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not
>want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.
>Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to,
>doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted
>her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day
>comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those
>back with him...
>
>Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may
>escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.
>
>The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting
>right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her
>ever again
Well, this story in turn reminds me of the Music Video I saw a few months ago. Although it was in spanish and featured JLo (for the record, I'm NO fan) I was awed by it. Marc Anthony (the singer in the video) was obviously suffering from a terminal illness (my guess is it's probably AIDS or a Blood Dyscrasia) and was trying to push back JLo away from his life so that she won't have to suffer with him. We can only understand why he was doing this if we apply the moral of the emailed story and the symbol of the paper crane in "Prison Break" which is: It is our obligation to protect the ones we love from suffering the pain of loss even at the cost of keeping ourselves away from them.
But then again, IMHO, Marc Anthony should have done what Ben Afleck did: Leave JLo and "suffer" life with a gorgeous blonde named Jennifer Garner...
The moral of this blog entry? Guys, too much TV is bad for you! (It can make you write the most senseless thing in the blogosphere)
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. To "Fear" means to respect. That's why we must show NO respect to a defeated enemy called the devil for he has no power over you and me anymore. The only power he has is that of a village idiot. Every halloween we kick him around and mock the once mighty enemy who used to scare the wits out of the ignorant. And we have the Lord Jesus Christ to thank for that.
To Noey and Jenn,
Fear God!
Defy The devil!
Celebrate Halloween!
--Kuya