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27 Saturday Sep 2008
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in27 Saturday Sep 2008
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inWhat do you think about palm reading? You know, “the lines of your palm tells the story of your life” thing? Haven’t given much thought but twice I got the same reading by two different persons.The first one was from somebody who did home service massage. She told me positively about my career and life because my fate line is straight. And if there are little intersecting lines going upwards, that’s progress and downwards mean obstacles. Guess what, I had sprouting lines upward. Exciting! The second person who read my palm gave the same comment. I also asked her because I noticed why they always see the left-hand. She said the left hand is the doorway to the natural persona.
Isn’t it nice to hear positive thoughts that motivate you more. But according to this website , the lines on our palm isn’t fixed from birth. Our palm lines change with our life’s experiences therefore our life determines what our palm look like, rather than the appearance of our palm determining our life. Well, we are always greater than we think. I like working towards how I can achieve my goals and family goals in life. Sometimes, I’d feel a little regret why I haven’t taken action early.. but I know it isn’t too late..
Just for fun, you can do your own hand analysis here .
19 Friday Sep 2008
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OK. I told myself that this is nonsense and that I won’t waste this glorious page talking about a jerk… mind you, an old jerk. You see, I’m the person who has the ability to just ignore people I don’t like, laugh at something insignificant and act like a deaf person. But since I’m not a saint, it’s impossible not to talk about it.
I know this person. And I used to think he was that respectable. Aba! Tsismosong matanda! I was at a burial yesterday when he just blurted out (as a means of getting noticed):
Tsismoso: Itong si jing2 may sikreto pala.
Me: Anong sikreto?
Tsismoso: Kinasal na pala si “Joshua”? (Toinnk! Sino yun?)
Me: Ah, si Jerome. (my brother) Oo, kinasal na siya last August 20. Hindi naman yun sikreto ‘e.
Tsismoso: Yung dala-dala mo nun? (Drawing his hand to his side as if estimating the height of a person)
I protested at this instance because all the while, he was referring to my son, Justin who is still in high school.And I thought he knew about my brother’s wedding.
Me: My God, ang bata-bata pa ni Justin. High school pa yun! Mali yung balita mo!
Then, I started to keep my distance because I was dismayed dahil mali yung mga sinasabi niya at tsismoso pala siya. And to think na di kami palaging nagkikita ay updated siya sa mga nangyayari sa aming buhay-buhay. Di ko malaman kung malisyoso o curious lang talaga o wala na siyang ibang juicy na storya.
I’m just going to write until this point because I’m becoming nasty and I just asked God to help me become a nice person. hahahahaha!
03 Wednesday Sep 2008
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inI watched my brother all throughout the ceremony. He had asthma attack and high fever on the day of his wedding.Three times during the morning of August 20, 2008, he was holding a nebulizer at the hospital emergency. His wedding ceremony took place in the afternoon at 3pm. The priest was aware about what happened so he was kind of watchful to the groom baka he might collapse during the ceremony. Anyway, the ceremony went well while everybody was worried. Their wedding took place in Divine Mercy Shrine, Madang and it’s just a stone’s throw away from Camillius Hospital where he was admitted.
Our part in this wedding was to cloth them with the veil of hope.Their wedding motif was yellow (mustard) and green and I picked a golden yellow dress, far different.That was the only available dress I found with my available time while my in-laws were here. Take note of the picture, we also forgot to set the date in
the camera.
I was lucky to catch my daughter, Abby during this
pose. She kept on running around the church with the
other flower girls.
My son, Justin with the bride and groom.