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Forgive and Forget?

  Unforgiven I believe in forgiveness, in wishing those well who have hurt me. But I'm going to make an exception. Because the truth is, I hope to God you suffer very heartache you put me through. I hope when the darkness comes for you, it will hit you twice as hard as it hit me. And I hope you will curse my name, knowing I was the one who sent it. - Lang Leave Count the number of times I have unforgiven you. For the Universe sake, I could be joking. 

Through a Timeline No Sham

 Seize her. Time to measure me. Look at a deeper, truer image.  Memory from 68 years past. Imagination, hearsay, mystery, photographs.  Unsaid words, uncluttered thoughts, driven by the wind, caressed by the sun. I see a bony framed child on a bike.  I see a monster beside me. Be still. I am so afraid.  I see an insecure adolescent. I see a sad faced girl - confused.  Who is she? 

Fake Happiness?

I read somewhere that if you start faking happiness, then you'll start feeling it. Just believe, so the article says. My answer to hypertension.  Right around the corner, I was waiting to be happy.  It's been about two years since my last post. Though, nothing seems to have changed much about how I feel, I am calmer. And would like to believe that I am  more self-assured. Though my Mother is no longer around, there's that certain harmony - I think. I know she is happier now that she is finally at peace. Moved recently to a new place.  Surprised  that I did it almost alone. But soon I discover, the house is almost crumbling due to termite infestation.  My family and I, we seem to have come to an understanding.   Them fixing everything that's messed up. So thankful and happy somehow.  The happiness I feel is it fake?

George Orwell on Writing

I found this piece of writing of George Orwell which suits my definition best of writing. "Looking back through the last page or two, I see that I have made it appear as though my motives in writing were wholly public-spirited. I don’t want to leave that as the final impression. All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane. I cannot say with certainty which of my motives are the strongest, but I know which of them deserve to be followed. And looking back through

Is there a cure for dementia?

Not talking about hypertension but on memory related problems which definitely affects the elderly. Read below: It is possible that seniors who consult a specialist due to forgetfulness and are prescribed with Donepezil may be suffering from symptoms of dementia associated with Alzheimer's disease. "Dementia is a condition of the brain which causes a gradual loss of mental ability. This includes problems with memory, understanding, judgement, thinking and language. Other problems also commonly develop such as changes in personality and changes in the way a person interacts with others in social situations." Symptomatic as thinking and memory problems, Donepezil is not a "cure for dementia, but it can help" address problems associated with the condition. "Donepezil increase the level of a natural chemical called acetylcholine. This is a chemical which allows nerve cells in the brain to connect with each other." Sleeping problems could be a side effect t

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Is it all about the money?

A poem.. Ang kalimitan kaganapan sa mundo ay pera-pera lang. Konti na lang siguro Ang di nasisislaw sa pera sa panahon ngayon. Kasi mahirap walang pera. Di mo mababayaran utang mo. Di ka makakain ng tama at husto. Di ka makabibili ng gamot mo. Wala kang pera sa bangko. Mababa tingin sayo ng tao, kahit malapit sa buhay mo. Kailan ba ako nagluho? Di ko matandaan. Basta at may pera sila inaalala. Tulad ng nanay ko Di ko masyado pino-problema pera. Sana lang kung walang kailangan bayaran. Okey lang kahit walang personal assets, Pero pano pag dumating na si kamatayan. Ma-momoroblema pa sila. Paano ka ipalilibing? Walang ipon. Mangungutang pa sila? Ah sa SSS may 20,000 yata dun. Arkila na lang ng ataol. Pa-cremate para di pa magastos. Bahala na siguro sila. Patay ka na. Di ka na dapat mag problema.