Writer's Block by Sasa® - ponder_this_thought

Psychological Test

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Wed, 18 Jan 2006 05:40:53 +0100

This is a story about a girl...

At the funeral of her own mother, she met this guy whom she didn't know. She thought the guy was amazin. So much of her dream guy she believd him to be that she feli in love with him right there and there. But she was not able to introduce herself to the man... A few days later, she killed her own sister...

Q: What do you think is her motive in killing her own sister?

Come on put your answer in the comments then download the answer here.

Thoughts raising in my head

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Sat, 18 Jun 2005 04:39:55 +0200

Ang namimiss ko sa iskul ay ang two-day weekend kse pagnagwowork ka na isang araw na lang ang walang pasok. So lahat dapat ng kailangan mong gawin eh mapagkasya mo sa loob lang ng isang araw. Pero ang gusto ko sa nagtatrabaho wala ng assignments. Pag-uwi mo sa bahay wala ka ng iintindihing homework.

I am a self-confessed nerd. Mas gusto kong mag-aral kesa sa mga gawaing bahay. Kaya hanggang ngayon di pa din ako magaling magluto. Kaya ko nga pinili si Jase kse magaling sya kaya panigurado di kami magugutom pero sabi nya it's a must na matuto ako bago nya ko pakasalan. Pero saka na ko magiging fully domesticated. Sandali lang naman yung possible life span ng aking career kaya ieenjoy ko na lang muna.

Pinapirma kami ng salary increase today dahil don sa Php10.00 wage increase (Php 25 kung sa Manila ka). Hindi ko na dudugtungan to kse grievances lang ang kasunod.

Namimiss ko ng manood ng Dawson's Creek. Sa totoo lang gusto ko talaga si Pacey and Joey. Tsaka during that time medyo parallel yung mga nangyayari sa mga episodes nila tsaka sa buhay ko kaya naman I can say I grew up with those guys.

Binilan ko pala si Tatay ng gift certificate sa Island Spa for Father's Day kaya nga kahit kakasweldo pa lang eh wala na kong kapera-pera. Pero ok lang minsan lang naman yun eh and he deserves it.

Halu-halo

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Fri, 20 May 2005 06:40:00 +0200

Hindi ako pawising tao mas ginawin ako. Kahit electric fan lang basta nakatutok na ng matagal eh nilalamig na ko. Pero sobrang init talaga ngayon. Pagkalabas ko pa lang ng office para magCR eh mararamdaman mo talaga ang sudden shift of temperature. I couldn't even put into words the kind of climate we have right now. Pero syempre cause and effect lang yan. Since sobrang init, hanap ka ng way para malamigan. One of the popular ways ay ang pagkain ng halu-halo.

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Halo means mix
Halu-halo is a popular concoction of ice, ube, beans, leche flan, kaong, minatamis na saging, nata poured with milk and other
ingredients that the eater would desire for to quench his thirst
and satisfy his tastebud
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A month ago, the TV Show "F" featured the best halu-halo store out there. Saya nga lang at di napasama sa fineature ang Digman's Halu-halo (Bacoor, Cavite). Pero sa totoo lang di ako mahilig sa halu-halo. Mas gusto ko ang saging con yelo pati na mais con yelo. Pero marami talagang nagkakaroon ng hanapbuhay dahil sa halu-halo. Bukod sa mixture, isang lamesa, mga baso, kutsara at isang matinding tagakayod ng yelo lang ang kailangan may extra income ka na. Nakakatulong ka pang wag maheatstroke ang iyong mga kapitbahay. Ang galing noh!

Eh ikaw, how do you beat the heat? Share mo naman...

Triumph of the Good

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Fri, 04 Mar 2005 03:40:00 +0100

SUNSHINE
by Bamboo

Sun is up, I've got so many things to do...
But it's alright (it's ok) I have to taste it
It's gonna be a good day (be a good day)

Chorus:

Wake up (wake up) It's a beautiful morning...
Get up (get up) Cheer the sunshine near ya...
Wake up (wake up) it's just beautiful...
One good day coming up!

It's truly one good day that came up. The result of our promotional exam came out and I passed alright, Erin got the highest and the person I was talking about on my previous post? Well, let just say that revenge is sweet when you got nothing to do with it, baby!!! Ha, ha, ha!!!

Sinisingil ka na ng tadhana. Ang mga pangyuyurak mo sa aming pagkatao, pangmamaliit mo sa aming mga kakayahan. Panglalait mo sa bawat nilalang na nakapaligid sa iyo. Ang kasamaan ay kailan man hindi nagtatagumpay laban sa kabutihan. Kaya't mga kasama tayo'y magdiwang sa ating natamong tagumpay!

Twenty Questions

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Thu, 10 Feb 2005 08:50:00 +0100

Erin asked me the other day if I have read the "TWENTY QUESTIONS". When I said I haven't, she sent me a file today saying read it only when I have the time. But of course, I wouldn't passed up a reading opportunity am I... Truly, the piece was a delight. I hope I'll be able to write such effective piece someday kahit kapraso lang. The title of my blog still holds true -- a frustated writer that's who I am. O kaya naman, be part of the play -- ang sarap kse gampanan nung characters. Ayan, namimiss ko tuloy yung stint ko sa PRODUCTION namin tuwing Computer Convention sa St. Paul. But I hope Ginoong Juan Ekis (juanekis@edsamail.com.ph) would not mind me posting his literary creation. Post your comments on this one.

Twenty Questions
Ni Juan Ekis

*Note: This play won in the palanca awards, dulaang isang yugto category.

MGA TAUHAN

Jigs: Fresh grad. Kabarkada ni Yumi. Magtatrabaho bilang researcher sa isang financial firm

Yumi: Commercial Model. Kabarkada ni Jigs. 2 years ahead kay Jigs.

TAGPO

Gabi. Sa isang kwarto ng isang beach resort. Naglalatag ng kumot si
Jigs sa sahig habang inaayos ni Yumi ang kanyang higaan.

YUMI Sige na, Jigs. Huwag ka nang magpaka-gentle man. Naaawa ako
sa¹yo e. Tabi na tayo sa kama.

JIGS Hindi, okay lang ako dito.

YUMI Huwag ka nang maarte. As if naman re-rapin kita no. Malaki naman
itong kama e. Hatiin na lang natin sa gitna.

JIGS Sure ka?

YUMI Hindi mo naman siguro ako mamanyakin no?

JIGS (Matatawa) Okay ka lang?

YUMI Kung gusto mo, gamitin na lang natin iyang kumot na divider.

JIGS Good idea.

Isasampay nila ang kumot mula sa kisame para mahati ang kama sa gitna.
Magsesettle down ang dalawa.Ilalabas ni Jigs ang libro niya: ³Puppy Love
and other Stories² ni F. Sionil Jose. Si Yumi naman ay magpapatugtog ng
Japanese Zen Music habang nagsa-zazen.

YUMI Do you mind?

JIGS No, go ahead. I¹m just reading.

Magsa-zazen si Yumi. Magbabasa si Jigs. Pareho silang di maka-concentrate.
Papatayin ni Yumi ang CD player niya.

YUMI I can¹t believe our friends.

JIGS Oo nga e.

YUMI Dapat ginagawa nila 'to sa mga bagong pasok sa barkada o kaya sa
bagong...ay oo nga pala. Bagong graduate ka. Congrats.

JIGS Thanks.

YUMI So what¹re your plans?

JIGS Kinukuha akong researcher sa ADB. Kinukuha rin ako ng BPI sa OTP nila.

YUMI Wow naman. In demand.

JIGS Di naman masyado. Who the hell invented this tradition anyway?

YUMI (Matatawa) You won¹t believe it.

JIGS Ikaw?

YUMI Malay ko ba na mabibiktima rin ako nito balang-araw.

JIGS So why did you start it?

YUMI Wala ka pa sa tropa nun e. Freshman ka pa lang siguro noon.
Wala lang. Napagtripan lang namin si Ronald. E may crush siya kay Meg.
Noong unang beses magpunta rito ng barkada, sabi ko, magsimula
kami ng tradition. Ilo-lottery namin ang pangalan ng mga lalaki at ng
mga babae.Kung sino ang mabubunot, silang dalawa ang pagsasamahin
sa isang kwarto…

The Art of Letting Go

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Sat, 05 Feb 2005 01:25:00 +0100

I wanted to write a piece about the pain I am going through but its too much for me. Then I came across to one forwarded email in my yahoogroups. It was an article about losing someone you loved dearly. Although it focuses more on breakup, it somehow shares the emotions I am going...

It's over. She's gone.

Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?

There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head,every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of her. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.

I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "...and they live happily ever after."

Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up.

It's over. She's gone. But life has to go…

Farewell to an Angel

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Sat, 29 Jan 2005 06:50:00 +0100

This is a picture taken on the day we send of an angel back to heaven...

That's my Tatay, me, Aisha (my best friend) and Karen (my best friend's sister)

At sa iyong paglisan...

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Tue, 25 Jan 2005 06:50:00 +0100

In behalf of my family, we would like to send you our deepest gratitude for sharing with us the grief of losing my mother, Gloria Ramirez Ramos. She passed away last January 18 at aged 52 due to End-Stage Renal Disease and was brought to her final resting place last Sunday.

Again, thank you so much for sending us your condolences and sympathy. It means so much to us. And please continue to pray for us that we may be able to accept God’s purpose especially my Dad who is experiencing so much pain right now.

PAGLISAN
Color It Red

Kung ang buhay ay isang umagang nakangiti
At ikaw ay ang lupang sinusuyo ng bituin
Di mo man silip ang langit
Di mo man silip ito'y nandirito pa rin
Kung ang lahat ay may katapusan
Itong paglalakbay ay makakarating din sa paroroonan
At sa `yong paglisan Ang tanging pabaon ko
Ay pag-ibig
Hmmm

Sa pagbuhos ng ulan Sa haplos ng hangin
Alaala mo ay nakaukit sa pisngi ng langit
Di man umihip ang hangin ahhh
Di man umihip ika'y nandirito pa rin
Kung ang lahat ay may katapusan
Itong paglalakbay ay makakarating din sa paroroonan
At sa `yong paglisan Ang tanging pabaon ko
Ay pag-ibig
Ay pag-ibig
Ay pag-ibig
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

-- Post your comments --

LookALikes

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Sat, 15 Jan 2005 04:00:00 +0100

This is my own version of the Cosmo's Separated at Birth

Lookalike #1: Sir Marlon of SCAD and Keempee de Leon
Lookalike #2: April Wilkner (America's Next Top Model) and Tin Arnaldo (GMA Talent)
Lookalike #3: Yerusha Magyawi (from my Highschool) and Giselle Samson (America's Next Top Model)

Wala lang!!!

Chaotic Mind

noreply@blogspirit.com (Marissa RAMOS) — Wed, 08 Dec 2004 02:20:00 +0100

So much thoughts are raising in my head.

I am suppose to finish my program revision by this Friday

But how could you concentrate when the Doctor says that

you're mom has only one year to live...