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(OLD BLOG) Men Are From Mars

Posted in Love, Own Story on April 4, 2010 by annepotz

Well, so to speak, i remember all my lessons in my Greek mythology class. Mars, also known as Ares is the god of war. Men in my own sense of description, are heartless creatures made to bring suffering to the female class. Their ruthlessness is so obvious that sometimes, we the females, don’t seem to notice. Why? Because we are madly in love with them. We offer all our bits and pieces to them, even the very edge of our hairs are devoured by these insensitive beasts. Hmm… Yes, women are from Venus, we were born to bring love and joy to the male gender. We were made to serve them, we satisfy their machismo. We pamper them with such things, but it is so unfair for us to be taken for granted by them. We are brutally abused, the worst is emotionally. Insensitive. Yes, they are. Will you not agree with me? Some women are victimized by their capriccios. Agree? Hey! Can’t you be serious in your relationships? We’re not toys! We’re not your robots. Curse all wicked men on earth, those that are so damn inconsiderate and self-centered that they fail to understand the hardships of women just to please them, love them, worship them. Men indeed, are from Mars…. Heartless, insensitive, brutal, selfish and blind. 🙂

Gising na, Pilipinas Kong Mahal

Posted in Own Story, philippines, Politics with tags , , , on March 19, 2010 by annepotz

Nais ko lamang ipabatid ang mga karumal-dumal na nangyayari sa ating bansang Pilipinas. Marahil nga, kahit sino man sa atin, kung ating susuriin, ang pamamalakad ng ating mga lider mula sa lokal hanggang nasyonal na posisyon ay sadyang napakahina. Mahina sa kadahilanang di naman nasusunod at naipapatupad ng maayos ang mga batas na nagagawa. Bagkus, sila pa nga ang lumalabag nito.

Ayoko na munang mag-Ingles, tutal naman, nasa Pilipinas naman tayo, marapat lamang na gamitin ko ang ating pambansang wika (pwede bang haluan kahit konti, mahirap mag-express eh). Di naman siguro kabawasan sa aking pagkatao kapag ako ay sumulat gamit ang ating sariling wika.

Sa ngayon, nalalapit na naman ang eleksyon. Marami na namang kandidato ang gustong bumango ang kanilang pangalan sa publiko. Kabilaan na ang mga kampanya para masungkit nila ang posisyon sa gobyerno. Isang posisyon na magbibigay sa kanila ng kapangyarihan at kayamanan. Huwag na tayong maging hunghang. Bihira na ngayon ang tumatakbo para magsilbi sa bayan. At mas marami ang tumatakbo sa isang posisyon para magpayaman at maging makapangyarihan. Di na nga uso ang salitang ‘public servant’ ngayon. Nabura na ata sa bukabularyo natin yan. Ang mga public servant kuno sa Pilipinas ay maihahalintulad mo sa isang elitista. Kasi sa aking palagay, di nila kayang lumebel sa karaniwang tao. Mas nagiging mapagmataas na sila kapag sila ay naluklok na sa kanilang posisyon. Nakakalimutan nila na ang mga taong iniisnob nila ay ang mga taong syang naging dahilan kung bakit sila nasa kapangyarihan.

Sa Pilipinas mo lang makikita ang mga ganitong scenario. Magtataka ka pa ba kung bakit tayo ay nahuhuli na sa pag-unlad? Ang Konstitusyon natin na syang batayan para sa pagtupad at pagsasabatas ng mga kautusan ay masyado na atang nakakalimutan. Kailangan pa atang isampal sa mga mukha nila ang libro para maalala nila na dapat ito ay sinusunod.

Kung pwede lang ipagsigawan sa harap mismo ng mga buwayang ito kung gaano kakapal ang kanilang mukha para magawa ang mga ganitong bagay. Kung ang lahat ng proseso sa Pilipinas ay nagagawa ng mabilisan. Oo, may mabilis naman sa Pilipinas kahit paano, ito ay yung pangungurakot nila. Mabilis sila magbulsa ng mga pondo ng gobyerno. Mabilis din lalo  na sa palakasan at pag-unlad ng mga sarili nilang pamilya, at yung sila lamang ang makikinabang.

Paano na tayo nyan? Kung sa susunod na anim na taon at sa mga susunod pang dekada, ito at ito ang mga pangyayari? Baka mamulat na lang tayo bigla, walang-wala nang natira sa Pilipinas kundi ang dagat ng basurang punung-puno ng buwaya (pahiram ng linya).

Hindi ko naman nilalahat ang mga nagsisilbi sa ating gobyerno. May ilan pang natitira na may konsensya at paninindigan bilang isang makataong kawani ng ating gobyerno. Pero mahirap nga lang silang hagilapin.

Ngayong darating na eleksyon, sana naman sa gabay ng ating Lumikha, maging maayos ang lahat (asa pa ako). Kung minsan, gusto din nating umasa na may pagbabago pa nga na magaganap sa Pilipinas, yung maging abot-kamay natin ang kaunlaran, dahil sa sipag, tiyaga, galing at talino na walang bahid ng pangungurakot at katiwalian. Sana ang maihalal na Presidente ay yung may konsensya at pagmamalasakit sa kanyang bayan. Wala namang imposible sa dasal, lalung-lalo na kay Bro. J At dapat, matuto rin tayo na magdisiplina ng ating mga sarili bilang ordinaryong Pilipino. Kailangang sumunod tayo sa mga batas. Di naman kaya ng sinuman ang isang tungkulin kung walang pakikipagtulungan ang kanyang nasasakupan. Magtiwala tayo at wag masyadong maging reklamador. Itapon na natin ang ningas kugon attitude kasi di naman ito nakakatulong. Kung ano ang inumpisahan, dapat tinatapos. At huwag tayong umasa lamang sa mga nanunungkulan, ang pag-unlad naman natin ay nagsisimula sa ating sarili.

Captured on a Canvas

Posted in Love, Own Story, Uncategorized with tags , on March 5, 2010 by annepotz

Broken hearts…

Teary eyes…

Wounded pride…

Things that we come across when we let ourselves be devoured by the most famous four-letter word in the whole universe… “LOVE”

Love is undying…

Timeless…

It happens just once…

Once, for a million of reasons, there is no definite reason of this…

It just happens, and sometimes ends up grievous…

Tragic…

Once there was a woman…

Incessantly waiting in the shore watching the beautiful sunset.. Waiting for her love to come along. Tinted colors of different hues painted the magnificent skies. She sighed. It has been an hour of waiting…

Just then she heard some footsteps behind her.. Then those flinty hands embraced her as if there is no tomorrow.

“Love…”, a deep voice whispered through her ears…

“Sorry, I had you waiting…” Then he planted soft, gentle kisses in the palm of her hand. She smiled. And kissed his lips. “I thought you’ll not come…I have been so worried…” They watched the beautiful sunset together…Exchanged sweet kisses, as the graceful waves danced in the rhythm of their love.

The woman is a painter. She has the most beautiful brush strokes painted in a canvas. She fancies nature. The man is engaged in traveling, for his work demands this undertaking.

One undisturbed evening, as the woman watches the shimmering stars ab0ve in the seash0re, again waiting for her love to come, she felt a little shaky. It has been two hours of waiting. And the feeling of weakness keeps on eating her. The gentle breeze touches her warm cheeks. Then she heard a sound of sweet music. She wondered where that music came from, it sounded familiar. She glanced behind. There, she saw her man with some musicians, playing their favorite song, THANK GOD I FOUND YOU… The weariness that she felt in waiting, vanished. Tears began to roll down her exquisite eyes. He came closer to her, asked her to dance. His jet black hair looks so magnificent in the bright light of the solstice moon. They danced and danced. He wiped the tears in her eyes.

Then suddenly, he kneeled down and uttered, “Yhashmeen, love, it has been four years of waiting. And in that four years of us, you were the one who waited and waited for me, every time I come home. Love has been good to us. Now, let me be the one to wait for your retort…”Will you, Yhashmeen Ong, marry me and spend the rest of your life with me…??” The woman gave the sweetest smile he has ever seen. She kneeled down, and reckoned, “..You will know my answer when we’ll meet at the church’s altar..”  The man grabbed her in his arms, cried in her shoulders, uttered lovingly, “I will wait for that answer. I love you.”

Days, weeks, months passed. The hands of time came close to the day of their nuptial. Everybody is happy. That long-term relationship has reached its end, a beautiful  one.

The groom in his black tuxedo is strikingly waiting, anxiously, in the altar. This is the day, the day he will come to know the answer to his question… He waited patiently…thirty minutes, forty, fifty, an hour, two, three. That was it.

All the visitors went home. The bride did not arrive. And so, he died in misery thinking, was that what she wanted? He doesn’t know what to do. He looked blank. The emotions flooded him, he doesn’t know what to feel. The woman he promised to love and cherish throughout his life has left him in the middle of such uncertainties. What happened? Has she gone with somebody? Or she had left him because she doesn’t love him anymore? Or? Had she loved him?

Painful thoughts and memories haunted him every night. He’ll drown himself drinking alcohol just to forget those unpleasant memories.. He’s broken. Broken inside and out. Broken as a man. Broken. Shattered. Wounded into bitter fragments. Six months later…

It was the 18th of December, their supposed-to-be 5th year anniversary. He began to accept the painful thought that she doesn’t really cared. She got tired maybe, maybe she’s happy in the arms of another man. He learned to unshackle himself from that mound of angst.

He went to that seashore. Where they would always meet and watch the smashing sunset together… As he was drawing closer to their spot, he saw a canvas, in a tripod… It depicted a very beautiful sunset.. Then the sea… Then two lovers in each other’s arms, watching the wonderful sunset, the painting looked alive. Those brush strokes were familiar. He gathered the canvas in his arms looked at it with such admiration. Tears were rolling down his eyes. He began to embrace the canvas. Did she paint this for me? He looked around as he searching for someone. He hoped that she’s there waiting for him. The pain began to sear again… He then noticed a note at the back of the painting…He unfolded the paper and it read:

My beloved Jhimwel Ryan Bailey:

I know you hate me for not answering your question. I really must be good enough in choosing my decisions. I hate to see you wait for nothing. But it is better to be this way. It hurts me to see you cry. I did this for both of us, moreover, i did this so you can move on easily… I am sorry. Please do not cry. Remember that i am with you always.

Love,

Yhashmeen

He growled with so much pain after reading the letter. He barely understood what happened. The pain he felt was unbearable. He gathered the canvas and the letter and went to Yhashmeen’s house. He knocked at their wooden door. It was Yhashmeen’s mom who opened the door. He said he wanted to talk with Yhash…

To his surprise, the old woman wept. She said that 7months ago, her daughter was in the verge of death and was diagnosed with leukemia. 3 months later, she passed away. “She told us not to let you know.. For it will bring you so much pain. She told us in the celebration of your 5th year anniversary, the canvas that she painted for you shall be placed in your favorite spot near the seashore. She have loved you so much that she chose not to attend your union because it will hurt you so much more if you learned about her condition. She does not want to be your burden.” He glanced at the canvas. He was stunned by the revelation. She, had chosen to go away from him to lessen the pain. He ran as fast as he could.. Went to the shore with the canvas and roared into deep sorrow.. Their love was so pure. Their love is the most precious of all. And she, has gone with the stars in heaven. Their love has been so perfect. But now., it was just a pleasant memory, a love so true and pure…A love captured on a canvas…

-mjgallego

Blogging Again…

Posted in Own Story on February 6, 2010 by annepotz

Another blogging moment. I missed blogging a lot. It was 2006 when I had my own blog site. That was when blogging’s free at www.g-blogs.com powered by Globe Telecom. I am not so articulate when it comes to writing though, but I love it when I can express my ideas freely.

I remember someone who really inspired me to blog again after years of being idle. One day I was surfing the net and came across a blog site. I got so impressed with the way the blog owner expressed his ideas. I liked reading the site. The beautiful words were written articulately, ‘twas so captivating that you want to read all its entries. Then I saw the blog owner’s YM id there in that site, I buzzed him up and luckily, he was online then. Surprisingly, as we chatted, he mentioned to have read a post of mine in http://shine.yahoo.com, well it was a fictional love story that I’ve written.

And then he gave me this advice: Write not to please, but write because you want to express your ideas.

To Mr. Ryan Ericson Canlas (http://ryanericsongcanlas.wordpress.com) well I want to say that you are such a good writer, kudos! I am a frustrated writer , I hope I can write as beautifully as you. Thank you so much for inspiring me.

When a Family Member Suffers Dementia

Posted in Medicine, Nursing, Own Story with tags , , on February 5, 2010 by annepotz

“The oldest trees often bear the sweetest fruit.” –German proverb

I grew up with my grandmother. She took care of me since I was 11-month old. She was the one who guided and molded me into what I am now. I can say she’s like my mother. People will have to come to a point when they age. My grandmother is 72 years old now and she has been behaving so strangely for more than a year now.

My mama and I will always argue about my lola’s condition. She will insist that my grandma is bewitched. Oh well, I am a nurse. I don’t believe in such things.

This is when I started to suspect that she has dementia. Indeed, the signs and symptoms were being manifested already. I want to tackle the disease and point out why I came to this conclusion.

Dementia is a word for a group of symptoms caused by disorders that affect the brain. It is not a specific disease. People with dementia may not be able to think well enough to do normal activities, such as getting dressed or eating. They may lose their ability to solve problems or control their emotions. Their personalities may change. They may become agitated or see things that are not there.

The most common symptom of dementia is memory loss. My lola will have a tendency to forget simple things. However, memory loss by itself does not mean you have dementia.

How common is dementia?

Dementia is a common condition. In England alone, there are currently 570,000 people living with dementia. That number is expected to double over the next 30 years.

Usually dementia occurs in people who are 65 or over. The older you get, the more likely you are to develop it.

It is estimated that dementia occurs in:

  • 1.4% of men and 1.5% of women aged between 65 and 69,
  • 3.1% of men and 2.2% of women aged between 70 and 74,
  • 5.6% of men and 7.1% of women aged between 75 and 79,
  • 10.2 % of men and 14.1% of women aged between 80 and 84, and
  • 19.6% of men and 27.5% of women aged 85 or over.

Types of dementia

Listed below are the different types of dementia.

  • Alzheimer’s disease, where small clumps of protein, known as plaques, begin to develop around brain cells. This disrupts the normal workings of the brain.
  • Vascular dementia, where problems with blood circulation result in parts of the brain not receiving enough blood and oxygen.
  • Dementia with Lewy bodies, where abnormal structures, known as Lewy bodies, develop inside the brain.
  • Frontotemporal dementia, where the frontal and temporal lobes (two parts of the brain) begin to shrink. Unlike other types of dementia, frontotemporal dementia usually develops in people who are under 65. It is much rarer than other types of dementia.

What causes dementia?

Dementia is caused by the destruction of brain cells. A head injury, a stroke, a brain tumor or a problem like Alzheimer’s disease can damage brain cells. Some people have a family history of dementia.  Well, my grandmother has a history of hypertension.

What are the common signs and symptoms of dementia?

Dementia causes many problems for the person who has it and for the person’s family. Many of the problems are caused by memory loss. Some common symptoms of dementia are listed below. Not everyone who has dementia will experience all of these symptoms. The following are present in my grandmother:

  • Recent memory loss. People with dementia will always forget simple things. My grandmother will ask what the time is, every 5 minutes. Or sometimes she keeps on asking what the date is about 5-10 times.
  • Difficulty performing familiar tasks. After bath, she used to hang her bath robe in a hanger, but oftentimes, she just leave it in the bathroom.
  • Problems with language. She will always forget simple words or use the wrong words.
  • Time and place disorientation. She’s always disoriented. She has a blurred vision. When she naps in the afternoon and wakes up, she will not know what the time is and where she is.
  • Poor judgment. She forgot to put her sweater on despite the cold weather. Simple things are forgotten.
  • Problems with abstract thinking. The budgeting in the house is taken cared of by my lola. Well, she always forgets the total sum of her money and what to do with it.
  • Misplacing things. She’ll always forget where her glasses are. She’ll put it on her wooden chair and will look for it in her bed.
  • Changes in mood. Sometimes, she’s irritable. Simple things may annoy her. At times, when she is hallucinating, she will become so violent and angry.
  • Personality changes. Lola sometimes is irritable, suspicious or fearful.
  • Loss of initiative. Lola is passive. She always wants to just listen to her radio.

Some families may experience what we are experiencing. It may be so hard to accept the fact that the people we love will have to undergo this kind of misery. We just have to strengthen our family support constantly and be more patient in taking care of them. We should understand the condition and not be judgmental about it. As for my lola’s case, she’s old. And I think I made her proud, at least. I have to take care of her just like the way she did. Once in a while I get so impatient especially when she hallucinates or gets moody. But then, all we need is to be there for them and understand what they feel. We owe it to them.

Sources:

http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/dementia/Pages/Introduction.aspx

http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/dementia.html

RAPIST

Posted in Funny, Own Story with tags , on February 5, 2010 by annepotz

He looked at me as if i was a damn whore…


The man grinned at me, surveyed my body with his maniacal stare.


I felt a deep chill down my spine. I started to panic. My reflex told me to stay away him. Something’s terribly wrong with this man.


I walked faster, tried to be more alert than usual.

Then I looked behind, I saw that man with an awful stare, grinning at me. Maybe, he was watching the sway of my hips.

He’s been following me. I began to run faster. Faster than the fastest. Panic started to hit me. I ran, ran and ran.

Who would help me in this dark alley? I began to cry. I felt so helpless.

Just when I thought I was safe…

Snap! My high-heeled shoes’ strap broke.

Oh no! Then the man grabbed my hand.. I cried to him… “No..please no!”

I wept so hard. The man laughed, just like an evil laugh.


Then there was silence. Dead silence.

I sobbed. “Please don’t rape me!”

He said amusingly, “Rape? Hahaha! I won’t rape you, I happened to notice your beautiful face. That’s just what I need for my next commercial shoot. I am a director. I would like to recruit you as a commercial model, here is my card, call me if you’re interested.”