The Crime Has Stopped...

A very unusual Tuesday for me! Silence enveloped every corner of the room. For me it was a little bit weird and bothering since I am not used to this unexplained silence---(coz, I am bit of a chatterbox!). Not because I haven't had a sleep, or rather I am having my usual girly periods, or mood swings nor the usual excuses for my silence. I think this is quite different!

My unexplained silence brought me to a different pedestal of thinking and reflection. A lot of thoughts crowded the deepest recesses of my mind. At first it was a bit confusing, but later on I figured it out, and one thing is for sure "The Crime has Stopped". It has been a while since I have that deep reflection of myself and what is goin' on with my life. It is hard though to have that short pause and think about things, since I have a very fast paced life. Full of timetables, schedules, and even a long list of To Do's for the whole week and sometimes for the month. But these things, I can handle and manage, work for me is just a simple thing! It is just an addition of your life's tasks. The hardest part would be your life's mysteries and surprises. Especially, surprises since you don't know when they are coming!

Again... the crime has stopped! I think this is my favourite connotation for the day! It was indeed a struggle for me. It was like stopping a drug addict from his usual addictions, a baby being weaned from it's mother's bossom, a candy being pulled from a little child, or rather a theif's decision to have a new life. It was indeed the darkest and struggling moments in my life. To come to a decision to have the crime stopped...

I think it was a good decision for me though, it was an eye opener for me as well. My intention at first was to teach someone a lesson but it turned out differently. It was me whom I have thought this lesson. To have a sense of self. To look back and think about the things in my life which made a difference. To be firm on things which made me weak at times!... It was rather a struggle for one's self.

Being one with the crime, created a whole different me..! I hardly noticed that I was a changed and dragged into a different perspective in life. Can't barely recognize the real me. It indeed affected my life. I was so drawn into it...like being pulled by a blackhole of some sort!... It was so deceiving that it created an imaginary life with the crime! Looking back into it was full of fond memories. But, I have to be drawn back to reality. Reality of what is happening. Reality of my true feelings. Reality of the crime!

't was both a struggle and also a relief for me, having to save myself from that insanity. Until it came to a firm decsion that the crime has to be stopped!...

Poem Scribbling Moments with JMB and SPN @ YM

A simple chat with a good friend started out yet another poem scribbling in my life. It has been quite a while since I have written one for a purpose or rather for something. My good friend had this idea of joining the Metrobank Design Your Own Card Contest which has the theme "most memorable photo". She asked me to pick out pictures which she have photo shared over our YM chat.

A series of pictures came out. Pictures which had our memorable moments together with our other good friends. The trip to Batangas, the Jollibee muchee moments, the Bohol pose, and our Singapore Days which was also our first barkada bonding moments. Laughter and happiness embraced both of us even though were just a YM chat away. However, loneliness still has not escaped both of us. It's an understatement rather! Since it has been quite sometime since we had those long talks about our lives.

This conversation with her made me also realize about things going on in my life at the moment---about our same and never ending workloads, our aspirations and dreams, our goals in life and also how can we escape our own love life (which is a total joke for both of us!)--since neither one of us has caught sight of our special someone! *damn*---life's bitterness. So much for the ED "emotional distress" moments again.

Since we came into an agreement to which photo she would have as the entry. We also need to still have a brief description of "Why should it be our winning entry?". We thought of explaining this in a different way. By poem! Hope this would be our winning statement and photo entry. But nonetheless, this is already a winner for us since it expressed both our feelings and wants during our short chat.

Here it is... Our winning entry! *fingers crossed*...

Pause for a Moment and be Steady in this Race So-called Life!

(Authored by SPN, Inspired by JMB)

We are running too fast in this race the so-called life. We forgot to admire, to reflect and to realize how much lost time. It's time to pause, turn around and appreciate your valuable and one God-given life. To pause is not equal to laziness or lethargy but rather to wait and seize life's treasures and mysteries.

To pause for those precious moments, pause to turn around and see which road we have travelled - the stumbles, the downfalls, the triumphs and the winnings. The wisdom and each life’s lessons and cravings.

To pause for each step we took- for the decisions we made, for life’s choices we have opted and prayed, to each rejection we’ve overcome, and to the times where faith, vigour and exuberance was tested upon.

Too fast in the so-called race of life!

To the steadfast and unfaltering aspirations of our times. Coping up to the needs and demands of our work and labour time. To pause for a moment or two for our own lost and forgotten point in time. To pause is to seek that flickering hope of a better tomorrow beckoned and yearned for.

Learn to wait and not weary, for at the very end of our life’s tunnelled struggles are the fruits of our tranquillity and moment’s pause.

It’s a hurdle! To the so-called race of life.

People and Time are both in a rivalry. A struggle for competition, opulence, and superiority. But what can those things bestow if along the way a lot has vanished and been lost. Lost time, lost moments, lost feelings, lost life, lost friendship and lost people. People we have gravelled on, people we have stepped on, people we have missed out, people we've hurt and blunted out, people we have forgotten and failed to reach out.

Pause is one of life’s essentials. It teaches us to keep on, to share our abundance, to love, to be patient, to cheerful and be happy, to be contented in what we have and receive, to be thankful to the giver of Life, and always be steady in this race of the so-called life!

The entry photo

An Emotional Blackout

The unusual emotion...the endless confusion...
Things which has been circling my mind and giving nonsense heart's suggestions...

The pain...the sorrow....
Feelings which creeps into the deepest recesses of my tomorrow!

The sadness...the madness...
Longing for your sweetness and your heart's gentleness

The change...the desperate move...
Some may stay and dare to prove!

The whisper...the beat of your heart...
How can you say that you are my life's part?

The gasp...the sighs...
You are just one simple passerby!

The tamer...the constant jester...
Behind this mask lies a different sombre...

The companion...the meek ally...
Your constant rock and not just your alibi

The memories...the shared thoughts...
None of these shall ever be bought!

The apologies...the missery...
Life's constant foe and trickery

The heart's conclusions...my failed emotions...
This is just but one of my heart's painful illusions

The echoes...the emptiness shouts...
My emotional blackouts!

NewsFlash!: To Bloggers Out There!

Excerpt from Yahoo News (Jeff Haynes): 14 Jul 2008



SYDNEY (AFP) - An Australian woman described as the world's oldest Internet blogger has died at the age of 108 after posting a final message about singing "a happy song" in her nursing home. Olive Riley "passed away peacefully on July 12 and will be mourned by thousands of Internet friends and hundreds of descendants and other relatives," a note on her website said.


Riley had posted more than 70 entriges on her blog from Woy Woy on the east coast since February last year, sharing her thoughts on modern life and her experiences living through the entire 20th century. Born in the outback town of Broken Hill on October 20 1899, she lived through two world wars and raised three children while doing various jobs, including ranch cook and barmaid.

In her final post on June 26, she wrote: "I can't believe I've been here in this nursing home for more than a week. "How the days have flown, even though I've been in bed most of the time. I still feel weak, and can't shake off that bad cough. "Penny, who's in the next bed to mine, had a visit one day this week from her daughter, who's a professional singer. Guess what happened! She and I sang a happy song, as I do every day, and before long we were joined by several nurses, who sang along too. It was quite a concert!"

Riley's blog, initially on www.allaboutolive.com.au and more recently at http://worldsoldestblogger.blogspot.com, was "mind-blowing to her," her great grandson Darren Stone said. "She had people communicating with her from as far away as Russia and America on a continual basis, not just once in a while," he told the national AAP news agency.

"She enjoyed the notoriety -- it kept her mind fresh".

Life's Thoughts: I do envy Olive for having all the time to seek refuge to her blog since most of my blog time would be lunch breaks, late night sleepless moments, or rather a quick sneak from my office email. Hope I would still be able to share the same passion for blogging until my last breath...Emo!

Monday Madness: Gasp to Surf and Gettin' Stoked

Another usual Monday, nothing beats the Monday Madness or syndrome rather. I have to wake up early in the morning just to avoid the usual monday traffic jam and of course the coding scheme. Today was quite different from the usual sunny Monday, it's a bit gloomy though, skies a bit nostalgic and dark, maybe it's about to rain. Confided early in my office desk @ 6:30 am, since it's still early so I tried to seek refuge in blogging and listening to Marie Digby music which is a bit weird for me though (maybe I am geetin' the hang of it!-Marie Digby malady). But a sudden chat with a friend regarding surfing, sort of made me nostalgic about surfing again. I miss the waves...i miss the usual stumble on the water and the excitement of riding the waves. He actually just arrived from the surfing camp together with some friends. I really do miss my surfing frolic. A big *sigh*, maybe if time and choice permits I will be united with the waves and my board!. Although I am that of a newbie or should I say in a surfers lingo "GROomeT".

Miss Invisible (Marie Digby): Nostalgic Nonsense

There's a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day eating alone
And though she smiles
There is something just hiding
And she cant find a way to relate
She just goes unnoticed
As the crowd passes by
And she'll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry
She'll say...

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
When you'll ask her her name
The begining, in the first weeks of class
She did everything to try and fit in
But the others they couldnt seem to get past all the things that mismatched
on the surface
And she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs
And the more that they joked
And the more that they screamed
She retreated to where she is now
And she'll sing...

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
that you will ask her...her name
And one day just the same as the last
Just the days been in counting the time
Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...

Life's Thoughts: I so love the lyrics of this song, to think I am not a Marie Digby fan, I think the lyrics of her songs speaks a lot about her experience on life, love, obtacles, downfall, breakups, struggles and truimphs. "Miss Invisble" is an autobiographical song which she wrote for Pantene Pro-Voice Contest in 2oo4, which actually won.

Beating the Birthday Dementia: Brewing up Crime Buddy's B-day Surprise

Time to beat my usual Birthday Dementia!---this time I am quite sure that I won't miss another special person's b-day or rather mistakenly greet a person's b-day.

I really love surprises and of course thinking of what to do for a surprise…It has to be extra special and memorable, the kind of surprise that will move crime buddy to tears---since he's quite a tearjerker.

Ideas were overflowing...my brain performed yet again another tiring brainstorming of its own..! I thought first of chocolates (dark choc truffles---YUM!) co'z he is a constant fan of chocolates--dark chocs to be specific--- but he's quite on a diet mode right now so I rather have to skip that part. Another idea was to give him a huggable yet hypoallergenic teddy bear, since he has allergic rhinitis *atchoooo!*, which is by the way my usual trademark since I am really used to giving out huggable teddies and since he gave me a huggable stuffed toy dog---Bonzo, it's payback time! But, still it's not yet a big surprise to him...so I decided to rather give him a scrapbook which had our day-to-day adventures, the minimal and spontaneous vacations, and memories. I think this will really make him cry....awwww (cry me a river dude!). To make it really a big b-day surprise, I asked the hotel staff to have it delivered to his room since I won't be able to hand it to him personally since I have to catch a much earlier filght back.---dude cencya na trabaho muna!

After seeing my work of art, I can't really imagine that I would be able to make it as artistic yet special----haven't been that artistic persona for quite sometime!

To you my crime buddy, HAPPY B-DAY...! hugs and kisses from me! Til the next b-day surprise...

The Evidence: Crime Buddy's B-day Surprise

Birthday Dementia (Oooppsss...sorry!)

It has happened to me thrice for this year that either I mistakenly greeted a colleague or forgot a special and good friend's birthday. Well...yes... I am guilty to this crime! The crime of stupidity or maybe dementia of some sort. I am really ashamed when people get me corrected that its not their birthday and I would repeatedly make them admit that it's indeed their b-day..trying to make them sometimes mad at me for being makulit! (well...that's my trend super kulit but in a good way naman!)

Well, I have just committed a crime...I have been charged for BIRTHDAY DEMENTIA....I was supposed to give my bonne amie a surprise birthday gift... all has been set and planned since we will be seeing each other next week...which I thought was her b-day... Totally, excited about my surprise to her I called our other confidante but guess what I have just found out... I have just missed her birthday...Shit!----the preparation and all had fallen like the Tower of Babel---- and she was really expecting something extra special from me...knowing me that I am used to fabricating suprises----just like on Valentines Day!

Last resort was to call our company's ever trusted florist to deliver something but it has to be on the budget.... since my funds are a bit paltry as of the moment! I did apologize to her of not having to greet her on her special day...but IT'S BETTER LATE THAN NEVER! She even told me that her b-day greetings wouldn't be complete without me greeting her.... I even told her na isipin mo na lang na nasa ibang timezone ako either US or UK... which is a day late! hehehe...excuses!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Bonne Amie !!!----Next year I'll have to get it right! Promise!