Wednesday, July 29, 2009
'Some' aren't satisfied where they live....
I've heard some insight coming from some people that reside (or have resided previously) in New York, Virginia, and Florida. They are not happy where they are living right now (for some of these individuals, a new state that they've moved to). Some of them say that they'd prefer to be living somewhere else in the U.S. It just comes to show that living in certain parts of the U.S. isn't as good as we have envisioned. Really, where is the best place in the U.S. that these people can go and lead a productive, healthy, satisfying lifestyle? Could it be the city for people living in the rural area? Could it be the rural area or a small town for people living in the city? Or (the wild card) - someplace other than the U.S., maybe? What is your preference?
Yes, more dreams - and an epic dream flashback!
I've had more dreams last night and it was more sad compared to the other ones. Both dream sequences had to do with death. However, it's not related to the people that are closest in my life at this present point in time.
One centered on an english inventor. He helped invent a multimedia-related product that was introduced to the world from his home in the UK to the pacifics in California. And for some reason, I ended up in that state along with some other filipinos. The group I was with said that I was working with them on a short-term basis. Funny, too, is that they had the newest vinyl LP of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller.' Then I looked from far away. It was a big city near the ocean. Since I never went to California, I didn't know what place was this. However, news had spread of the inventor's death and everyone were saddened. I just forgot what he invented though. My mind wasn't really tuned in to what he made, but it made a major difference in the world.
Then, the next dream was more serene and quite painful. It was about one of my real-life friends from Orlando. She was a part of the Christian group I was in, till she had to move back home to family. In this sequence, she only had a few months to live because of a severe illness not even the innovations of medical technology can stop it. So my family and I have decided to spend a few days with her joining up with her family who were feeling at a loss for words as to what was happening with her. We made each day special for her until she passed away. Having to make happy moments with her was genuine and we were glad to be there for her right to the very end. There was never a sign of weakness in her, only smiles and giggles. But when it was her time to go to God that day, we all accepted it unconditionally. We know now that she's smiling up there. For us, it was hard to handle. All we can do is keep thinking of how she was during her last days.
Seems like my mind is full of imagination the last couple of days. There must be so much going on in my life that its making me come up with so many dreams.
I must tell you that I haven't forgotten this one epic dream that happened two months ago during my sleep.
It was a good day at first in my old neighborhood. I spent it with my family who were living in the old house again. I'm not exactly sure as to why they are in there, but I hope it's for a good reason. We had a good time socializing and catching up with things happening in our lives. Then dark clouds started to hover everywhere. These clouds were unusual because I've never seen anything this dark before. So I went into my Civic and left. As I drove into the backways of the old neighborhood, a mini-tornado was forming on one side of the street - and then another appeared several blocks away. Winds started to pick up. Small debris started to be thrown here and there. I turned right and left and so forth to avoid. Then, it started to get even worse. To the right - a couple of blocks down - another mini-tornado came into formation. I was wondering out of all the places that these tornadoes could it, it's all happening right here in my neighborhood. I finally found a way to elude them. I took Denver Avenue which didn't had any in sight. Thus, it led me to 7-Eleven, in which workers were boarding up the windows with plywood. I parked my car there and they told me to hurry. Once I was inside, there were customers having the look of fear on their faces and some of their kids seem to have no worries at all playing with their dolls and action figures. We stayed as far back as we can because the tornadoes can put devastating impact on the store itself. A customer had his cell phone on and he got update from a neighbor that the tornadoes have formed into one massive, colossal whirlwind. As we can hear the roar of the winds pushing their way through, we kept ourselves patient by talking to one another about our lives while others slept on the floor as a means of trying to ride out the storm. The children no longer were allowed to play. Parents have put themselves on the front line for them acting as shields as they lay down. As for me, I sat on the floor looking at everyone who were feeling distraught and worried. They knew that they were going to face the struggles about to lose everything they have, except their lives, once the storm has come to pass. And then...utter silence. It was over. We came outside and it was sunny again. Our cars on the parking lot were spared, but 70% of the neighborhood is gone. It looked like a disaster area. I'm not even sure if any one had survived. But I saw from afar that my family's street was spared. Our home was fine. However, the streets behind it, didn't. It was a terrible scene. But hope started to linger as survivors surfaced from their suddenly broken-down homes. With the sun gazing on them, there is hope. And that was THE END.
I have recorded most of my dreams during the last couple of days on the blogs and I'm glad to have shared them with you. I thought it was fascinating to bring you these series of dream sequences.
Each one is different. Each has a meaning. Each one must have an ending. Each has its own weirdness to it. Each is inventive on its own. And it's all coming from my mind.
Special thanks to my friend Ray for reading my latest blogs. I really appreciated it.
One centered on an english inventor. He helped invent a multimedia-related product that was introduced to the world from his home in the UK to the pacifics in California. And for some reason, I ended up in that state along with some other filipinos. The group I was with said that I was working with them on a short-term basis. Funny, too, is that they had the newest vinyl LP of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller.' Then I looked from far away. It was a big city near the ocean. Since I never went to California, I didn't know what place was this. However, news had spread of the inventor's death and everyone were saddened. I just forgot what he invented though. My mind wasn't really tuned in to what he made, but it made a major difference in the world.
Then, the next dream was more serene and quite painful. It was about one of my real-life friends from Orlando. She was a part of the Christian group I was in, till she had to move back home to family. In this sequence, she only had a few months to live because of a severe illness not even the innovations of medical technology can stop it. So my family and I have decided to spend a few days with her joining up with her family who were feeling at a loss for words as to what was happening with her. We made each day special for her until she passed away. Having to make happy moments with her was genuine and we were glad to be there for her right to the very end. There was never a sign of weakness in her, only smiles and giggles. But when it was her time to go to God that day, we all accepted it unconditionally. We know now that she's smiling up there. For us, it was hard to handle. All we can do is keep thinking of how she was during her last days.
Seems like my mind is full of imagination the last couple of days. There must be so much going on in my life that its making me come up with so many dreams.
I must tell you that I haven't forgotten this one epic dream that happened two months ago during my sleep.
It was a good day at first in my old neighborhood. I spent it with my family who were living in the old house again. I'm not exactly sure as to why they are in there, but I hope it's for a good reason. We had a good time socializing and catching up with things happening in our lives. Then dark clouds started to hover everywhere. These clouds were unusual because I've never seen anything this dark before. So I went into my Civic and left. As I drove into the backways of the old neighborhood, a mini-tornado was forming on one side of the street - and then another appeared several blocks away. Winds started to pick up. Small debris started to be thrown here and there. I turned right and left and so forth to avoid. Then, it started to get even worse. To the right - a couple of blocks down - another mini-tornado came into formation. I was wondering out of all the places that these tornadoes could it, it's all happening right here in my neighborhood. I finally found a way to elude them. I took Denver Avenue which didn't had any in sight. Thus, it led me to 7-Eleven, in which workers were boarding up the windows with plywood. I parked my car there and they told me to hurry. Once I was inside, there were customers having the look of fear on their faces and some of their kids seem to have no worries at all playing with their dolls and action figures. We stayed as far back as we can because the tornadoes can put devastating impact on the store itself. A customer had his cell phone on and he got update from a neighbor that the tornadoes have formed into one massive, colossal whirlwind. As we can hear the roar of the winds pushing their way through, we kept ourselves patient by talking to one another about our lives while others slept on the floor as a means of trying to ride out the storm. The children no longer were allowed to play. Parents have put themselves on the front line for them acting as shields as they lay down. As for me, I sat on the floor looking at everyone who were feeling distraught and worried. They knew that they were going to face the struggles about to lose everything they have, except their lives, once the storm has come to pass. And then...utter silence. It was over. We came outside and it was sunny again. Our cars on the parking lot were spared, but 70% of the neighborhood is gone. It looked like a disaster area. I'm not even sure if any one had survived. But I saw from afar that my family's street was spared. Our home was fine. However, the streets behind it, didn't. It was a terrible scene. But hope started to linger as survivors surfaced from their suddenly broken-down homes. With the sun gazing on them, there is hope. And that was THE END.
I have recorded most of my dreams during the last couple of days on the blogs and I'm glad to have shared them with you. I thought it was fascinating to bring you these series of dream sequences.
Each one is different. Each has a meaning. Each one must have an ending. Each has its own weirdness to it. Each is inventive on its own. And it's all coming from my mind.
Special thanks to my friend Ray for reading my latest blogs. I really appreciated it.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Two New Dreams - The Previous Dream - And their endings!
The other night, I had forgotten to blog about two other dreams.
One dream sequence had two thugs crashing their pimped-out Chevy Caprice into my old home in which they tried to take as much belongings from me and the family. We were taken hostage. And that was the end - or was it? Let me tell you shortly about the surprise ending later that appeared the next night.
The other one was centered in the rural area. There were two guys in the home who said they were willing to take care of my car. One guy looked like a young John Elway with his forever smiling trademark and the other looked like that singer from Hawaii - Jack Johnson. They don't look like guys to be trusted, believe me. Even singing legend Little Richard came to their home demanding for royalties and/or song rights from them. He wasn't pleased in how they treated him - and man, he looked so real, because I was right beside him when this was going on. They used his song "Tutti Fruitti" to get what the money they want out of the local townspeople in an event. Then, Little Richard left in frustration walking away. And then it was my turn. They insisted on buying parts for my Civic to take care of any damages done to it already. And I was wondering - what have I done lately to it that can cause that to happen? I figured it was them. So I looked from afar and I saw one of them driving my Civic, like crazy. The other was cheering 'woohoo' or something equivalent to that. I'm like, is this the real-life version 'Dukes of Hazzard?' My car appeared beaten and not even washed. The bumper had a few damages and the hubcaps were missing. So there had to be an ending on this. It followed on to the next night, as well.
Okay, it's the next night. My mind took me back to these dream sequences. But first I would like to ask anyone if they ever went back to complete their dreams. It's probably unheard of for many, but it happened to me. I finished these.
So what were the endings?
Regarding the thugs that were holding me and the family hostage at our old home, they were killed instantly by my big brother who did a sneak attack strategy to rid of the two. My bro used his gun as the weapon of choice to save our lives. Not having him around in the previous chapter of this dream seemed to be no hope in sight. But there he was -defending the family in a crisis.
As for the other dream's ending, I went after the guys using one of their badly beaten-up vehicles. I parked far away and went to the shop they were in. One had the keys. The other was talking to a pretty female. And while the John Elway lookalike guy swayed his attention to the female, as well, I came for the attack. I went straight to his right arm and the key was on the ground. I ran quickly into the Civic and sped off never coming back to that place again. Although my car was beaten up on the outside, she still sounded like new in the inside.
And there was one dream I really had to complete - and it happened. I had the time to finish it off. Remember the one that the revelation of my best friend dying tragically in that classic high-rise tower? YES, that one! Turns out there was the ending it deserved. Here's the conclusion:
It turns out that my best friend Ray wasn't dead as I once thought. The ghost I was talking with said he was, but I didn't believe it. Turns out I grabbed her and demanded where he was taken. She had that demonized look from the exorcist movie, but that didn't scare me one bit. When I seem to grab her by the throat, she told me to enter through the walls as that was the portal leading to another dimension. I went through - and there he was held captive in a cell. He was stuck between worlds and only given a certain time to enter the tower because he was held prisoner by the dead and its ruler. But he was never dead all along. He didn't had the look like the others. They all had the grim reminders of what happened to them before their untimely demise. Remember the lady with a cloth or a belt around her neck OR the asian guy with a mangled, bloody face? Ray didn't had the looks they had. Of all the ghosts, he appeared normal and there were no signs of foul play involved regarding his 'supposed' death. Turns out that I spoke to the leader of the dead and asked for him to release my good friend Ray. He laughed and said that I must go back in time to do as many good deeds as I can to the tenants who inhabited the tower several years ago. He said I must change things. And so I did. I was teleported back and it was no problem. Whoever I bumped into, I did as many random good deeds to them and forming several friendships along the way - including the lady who had the belt/cloth wrapped around her neck - and the asian man who had his face mangled. They appeared normal during this timeframe. I gave both of them a lecture about how good life is and to make their lives better in the best way possible. In the future, the leader was looking on with what I was doing. He shook his head in agreement and realized how far I would go to change things. He was praising me. And it was happening. The apparitions of the lady with the belt/cloth and the mangled-faced asian man started to disappear and fade out. So were the rest. I was making a huge difference in trying to make things better for the tenants that had their lives cursed for all this time. Satisfied, the leader brought me back to the present timeline. He gave me the go-ahead to get Ray from the cell and head back to our rightful dimension. The leader also vowed us to never enter the underworld again. However, in respect, he waved his right arm and wished us well. Ray and I were back. Here we were again in the tower. Lights are no longer dim-lit. The hallway had so much lighting and that it looked better than last time. We exited the tower and looked at it one more time. Ray smiled at me and said, "Thanks for putting yourself on the line for me. You're a real friend, John. I'll never forget that." I smiled back and replied, "That's what real friendships are for." We left separately. He drove his black Corolla. I drove in my green Civic. THE END.
So yeah, there are good endings to terrible dreams. Thankful to have finished 'em off the right way. I just hope they won't be ruined.
One dream sequence had two thugs crashing their pimped-out Chevy Caprice into my old home in which they tried to take as much belongings from me and the family. We were taken hostage. And that was the end - or was it? Let me tell you shortly about the surprise ending later that appeared the next night.
The other one was centered in the rural area. There were two guys in the home who said they were willing to take care of my car. One guy looked like a young John Elway with his forever smiling trademark and the other looked like that singer from Hawaii - Jack Johnson. They don't look like guys to be trusted, believe me. Even singing legend Little Richard came to their home demanding for royalties and/or song rights from them. He wasn't pleased in how they treated him - and man, he looked so real, because I was right beside him when this was going on. They used his song "Tutti Fruitti" to get what the money they want out of the local townspeople in an event. Then, Little Richard left in frustration walking away. And then it was my turn. They insisted on buying parts for my Civic to take care of any damages done to it already. And I was wondering - what have I done lately to it that can cause that to happen? I figured it was them. So I looked from afar and I saw one of them driving my Civic, like crazy. The other was cheering 'woohoo' or something equivalent to that. I'm like, is this the real-life version 'Dukes of Hazzard?' My car appeared beaten and not even washed. The bumper had a few damages and the hubcaps were missing. So there had to be an ending on this. It followed on to the next night, as well.
Okay, it's the next night. My mind took me back to these dream sequences. But first I would like to ask anyone if they ever went back to complete their dreams. It's probably unheard of for many, but it happened to me. I finished these.
So what were the endings?
Regarding the thugs that were holding me and the family hostage at our old home, they were killed instantly by my big brother who did a sneak attack strategy to rid of the two. My bro used his gun as the weapon of choice to save our lives. Not having him around in the previous chapter of this dream seemed to be no hope in sight. But there he was -defending the family in a crisis.
As for the other dream's ending, I went after the guys using one of their badly beaten-up vehicles. I parked far away and went to the shop they were in. One had the keys. The other was talking to a pretty female. And while the John Elway lookalike guy swayed his attention to the female, as well, I came for the attack. I went straight to his right arm and the key was on the ground. I ran quickly into the Civic and sped off never coming back to that place again. Although my car was beaten up on the outside, she still sounded like new in the inside.
And there was one dream I really had to complete - and it happened. I had the time to finish it off. Remember the one that the revelation of my best friend dying tragically in that classic high-rise tower? YES, that one! Turns out there was the ending it deserved. Here's the conclusion:
It turns out that my best friend Ray wasn't dead as I once thought. The ghost I was talking with said he was, but I didn't believe it. Turns out I grabbed her and demanded where he was taken. She had that demonized look from the exorcist movie, but that didn't scare me one bit. When I seem to grab her by the throat, she told me to enter through the walls as that was the portal leading to another dimension. I went through - and there he was held captive in a cell. He was stuck between worlds and only given a certain time to enter the tower because he was held prisoner by the dead and its ruler. But he was never dead all along. He didn't had the look like the others. They all had the grim reminders of what happened to them before their untimely demise. Remember the lady with a cloth or a belt around her neck OR the asian guy with a mangled, bloody face? Ray didn't had the looks they had. Of all the ghosts, he appeared normal and there were no signs of foul play involved regarding his 'supposed' death. Turns out that I spoke to the leader of the dead and asked for him to release my good friend Ray. He laughed and said that I must go back in time to do as many good deeds as I can to the tenants who inhabited the tower several years ago. He said I must change things. And so I did. I was teleported back and it was no problem. Whoever I bumped into, I did as many random good deeds to them and forming several friendships along the way - including the lady who had the belt/cloth wrapped around her neck - and the asian man who had his face mangled. They appeared normal during this timeframe. I gave both of them a lecture about how good life is and to make their lives better in the best way possible. In the future, the leader was looking on with what I was doing. He shook his head in agreement and realized how far I would go to change things. He was praising me. And it was happening. The apparitions of the lady with the belt/cloth and the mangled-faced asian man started to disappear and fade out. So were the rest. I was making a huge difference in trying to make things better for the tenants that had their lives cursed for all this time. Satisfied, the leader brought me back to the present timeline. He gave me the go-ahead to get Ray from the cell and head back to our rightful dimension. The leader also vowed us to never enter the underworld again. However, in respect, he waved his right arm and wished us well. Ray and I were back. Here we were again in the tower. Lights are no longer dim-lit. The hallway had so much lighting and that it looked better than last time. We exited the tower and looked at it one more time. Ray smiled at me and said, "Thanks for putting yourself on the line for me. You're a real friend, John. I'll never forget that." I smiled back and replied, "That's what real friendships are for." We left separately. He drove his black Corolla. I drove in my green Civic. THE END.
So yeah, there are good endings to terrible dreams. Thankful to have finished 'em off the right way. I just hope they won't be ruined.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
A Series of Odd Dreams During My Sleep
There was nothing related to my dreams in real-life (with the exception of some individuals from the past that showed up). However, I would like to share these with you. I better get this off the top of my head before I won't even remember them.
The first one was probably the most longer dream out of the others that followed later. It took place during the evening in a lavishly, expensive high-rise tower that has stood through the test of time in the big city (assuming that it is New York maybe). There were different celebration parties happening at the same time on several floors leading to the top. Of why they were celebrating, it's probably a work-related thing. I was to meet up with my co-workers (these were made up, too) and mingle along with them to the other partygoers. It turns out that I did find them on different parts of the floors, but I neglected to do so. A few noticeable faces from real-life started to appear so I didn't care about what was going on in the party. Instead, I chatted with some of them in the lobby and we were able to get caught up with things recently since me and them only knew each other from the past. And then the party was over. The entertainment crew was hauling all their equipment in a mid-sized truck showing a clown's face in the middle. A few that were left around still socialized even though the rest of the crowd dwindled in numbers as the clock already shows the wee hours of the morning. I've decided to call it a night. I walked downstairs and saw one of my best friends (a best friend in real-life). I asked him how he was doing and he said he was doing fine. Then there was something odd. He faded into darkness. The stairwell was gloomy only dim lit. And as I kept going I saw even worse. There were apparitions walking around staring at me. One lady looked dead as a zombie as if she was hung. I saw something on her neck and it appears to look like a belt or a cloth. Then, a few walks later, there was a man of Asian descent whose face looked bloody and mangled staring right at me. Later, a couple more ghostlike figures came and walked around in ghost-like fashion vanishing into thin air once they go through the walls. The classic style high-rise tower that I was in, had a history of mysterious deaths and many of the past deceased tenants in this place had never left at all. I was still scratching my head why my best friend was in it. A ghostly tenant came up to me and said that he died tragically in this place. I was shocked to hear this and my eyes became big and then my dream...err...nightmare...faded into black. That was over.
Then the second dream was a bit of an adventure and a comedy of sorts. It had actors Jennifer Garner, Ethan Hawke and Ben Stiller with me in this dream. We were looking forward to meeting a particular individual - an Asian lady, that was somehow important for them finding a good deal on a luxury apartment in New York City. In this dream, I foresaw of things to come realizing that we missed out by a few minutes in meeting her at her office. With my own powers-of-sorts, I had to somehow track her down by mind. So me and the gang all ran, but it was up for me to meet her. And so I did. I introduced myself kindly and later, I brought on the others to meet her. From there, the talks went well and we were able to land the good deal on the apartment - not missing out. I was glad to alter history for a good cause.
The third one was weird. I was working at a pet store overnight along with other co-workers (in which some of them were my inventory co-workers in real-life). And there were people shopping like the time never even affected them. Take this as odd, but the supervisor and manager didn't want us to wear nametags at all. We just had a white patch on our shirts with nothing labeled on it. Another weird element here: no bar codes on the product. It's a plain white rectangle instead.
And the last was an 'okay' dream. My mom was helping me find a job in a bank, but it was more than just a bank. Below were medical records in a box located downstairs. I don't even know why they were even there - maybe the job requires these prior to starting a job there. All of the people in the building were filipino. My mom talked with the Human Resources lady as well as the applicant who was at the computer ... And then ....
I woke up. Dreams AND a nightmare are over. It's a Saturday. A sunny Saturday. Time to get things going. But wow. 7 hours of dreaming can lead onto interesting things.
The first one was probably the most longer dream out of the others that followed later. It took place during the evening in a lavishly, expensive high-rise tower that has stood through the test of time in the big city (assuming that it is New York maybe). There were different celebration parties happening at the same time on several floors leading to the top. Of why they were celebrating, it's probably a work-related thing. I was to meet up with my co-workers (these were made up, too) and mingle along with them to the other partygoers. It turns out that I did find them on different parts of the floors, but I neglected to do so. A few noticeable faces from real-life started to appear so I didn't care about what was going on in the party. Instead, I chatted with some of them in the lobby and we were able to get caught up with things recently since me and them only knew each other from the past. And then the party was over. The entertainment crew was hauling all their equipment in a mid-sized truck showing a clown's face in the middle. A few that were left around still socialized even though the rest of the crowd dwindled in numbers as the clock already shows the wee hours of the morning. I've decided to call it a night. I walked downstairs and saw one of my best friends (a best friend in real-life). I asked him how he was doing and he said he was doing fine. Then there was something odd. He faded into darkness. The stairwell was gloomy only dim lit. And as I kept going I saw even worse. There were apparitions walking around staring at me. One lady looked dead as a zombie as if she was hung. I saw something on her neck and it appears to look like a belt or a cloth. Then, a few walks later, there was a man of Asian descent whose face looked bloody and mangled staring right at me. Later, a couple more ghostlike figures came and walked around in ghost-like fashion vanishing into thin air once they go through the walls. The classic style high-rise tower that I was in, had a history of mysterious deaths and many of the past deceased tenants in this place had never left at all. I was still scratching my head why my best friend was in it. A ghostly tenant came up to me and said that he died tragically in this place. I was shocked to hear this and my eyes became big and then my dream...err...nightmare...faded into black. That was over.
Then the second dream was a bit of an adventure and a comedy of sorts. It had actors Jennifer Garner, Ethan Hawke and Ben Stiller with me in this dream. We were looking forward to meeting a particular individual - an Asian lady, that was somehow important for them finding a good deal on a luxury apartment in New York City. In this dream, I foresaw of things to come realizing that we missed out by a few minutes in meeting her at her office. With my own powers-of-sorts, I had to somehow track her down by mind. So me and the gang all ran, but it was up for me to meet her. And so I did. I introduced myself kindly and later, I brought on the others to meet her. From there, the talks went well and we were able to land the good deal on the apartment - not missing out. I was glad to alter history for a good cause.
The third one was weird. I was working at a pet store overnight along with other co-workers (in which some of them were my inventory co-workers in real-life). And there were people shopping like the time never even affected them. Take this as odd, but the supervisor and manager didn't want us to wear nametags at all. We just had a white patch on our shirts with nothing labeled on it. Another weird element here: no bar codes on the product. It's a plain white rectangle instead.
And the last was an 'okay' dream. My mom was helping me find a job in a bank, but it was more than just a bank. Below were medical records in a box located downstairs. I don't even know why they were even there - maybe the job requires these prior to starting a job there. All of the people in the building were filipino. My mom talked with the Human Resources lady as well as the applicant who was at the computer ... And then ....
I woke up. Dreams AND a nightmare are over. It's a Saturday. A sunny Saturday. Time to get things going. But wow. 7 hours of dreaming can lead onto interesting things.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
My 'Lola' going blind?
'Lola' (meaning "grandma" in Filipino) mentioned this to me a few months ago during a telephone conversation. She wants to see me before she'll go blind in the times to come. It pains me to hear of the news that this is happening to her. I can only imagine being 'in her shoes' facing this bad news. I hope that there is still time to see her before this may get eventually even worse. My mom is currently working on the effort in trying to find an eye care specialist that is around or closest to the Pangasinan area of the Philippines ... 'Lola' has been blessed for most of her years, especially during her few years stay in the U.S. during the early to late 1990s. She still remains very active for her age (in her early 80s now). She continues to go forth with her passion of gardening vegetables around the home. And her voice hasn't slowed down one bit, although it seems now that her hearing is being affected slightly. I question the 'hearing' part, however. Sometimes phone calls to the Philippines do have audio problems on top of the many failed attempts we try to reach our loved ones there. I'm sure many of us filipinos can relate to that part .... I hope that I will be given an opportunity in the near-future to visit my relatives there, especially 'Lola.' Right now, I'm working on my plan in trying to find a lucrative career, good enough to make me earn a decent income - and spend a small portion of that for a 3-week trip to the Philippines. Whatever consequences she is going to face, 'Lola' will know that I am around when I am finally there by way of my voice and when I'll touch her hand, or even give her a warm hug:)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Taking bold steps with the blogs ... a new direction.
Hello everyone. Yes it is me. I'm back at the blog bandwagon once again. I would like to make this announcement and let all of you know that I will be taking bold steps with the blogs. That means that I will be writing more personal blogs that many of you all have come to appreciate and love for the last few years. I am going to curb down slightly on the movie reviews and national headlines that have pretty much congested my page for a very long time now, especially as of recent. So stay tuned and get ready for the awesome restart to JONNYROOBS CENTRAL.
Many thanks to those who have kept in touch with me on Facebook. I really appreciate everyone's company so far. And yes, I also have Twitter. Check it out, as well.
So yeah, look forward to the new changes to the entries posted on JONNYROOBS CENTRAL.
Many thanks to those who have kept in touch with me on Facebook. I really appreciate everyone's company so far. And yes, I also have Twitter. Check it out, as well.
So yeah, look forward to the new changes to the entries posted on JONNYROOBS CENTRAL.
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