Anghel

I am an


You are Form 2, Angel: The Pure.

"And The Angel rose as holy protector for
all that was created. She fought with honor
and valor to serve the good of the world. But
the coming of the mankind was her downfall; and
end to purity."

Some examples of the Angel Form are Michael
(Christian) and Hercules (Greek).
The Angel is associated with the concept of virtue,
the number 2, and the element of wind.
Her sign is the zenith sun.

As a member of Form 2, you are a person of your
word. You generally keep your promises and
give everything you do your best. Although
some people see you as overbearing sometimes,
you know that you have to stay true to yourself
and do what's right. Angels are the best
friends to have because they are brutally
honest.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Precautionary Tips about Kidnapping

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!

2. Learned this from a tourist guide in New Orleans. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you....chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.

B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.

IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in
a zig -zag pattern!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP. It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

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9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her
"Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door."

The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, "We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door." He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night.

Please pass this on and DO NOT open the door for a crying baby. This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby theory was mentioned on America's Most Wanted this past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana.

I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle. I was going to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as well.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it's better to be safe than sorry.

Meditations On My Past

Yesterday was one of the labor days for moving out of the apartment. At the end of the day, I had filled two recyclables worth of papers from my high school, college and graduate studies. Classwork from Latin, translations of German in my sophore year at college, my calculations for precalculus, and my hard work on biochemistry all went into the recylable bin. It took nearly fifteen years for me to let go. But finally, I could accept that these things are now part of me.

Part of the difficulty of letting go, of course, is that you see yourself either as a teen-ager or a college student with the hopes and dreams and whole world as your oyster. But slowly, and surely, your plans are unraveled and your path does not take the path that you imagined. There is nothing more disappointing that letting go of your dreams and your struggles. After all, these are the things which made you.

Perusing over the bits of papers, memorabilia and other mementos, I had to conclude that I was a bit of a depressing teen-ager like everyone else. I wrote down in one of my journals my frustrations as a junior in college because I did not have a girlfriend, hated my classes, and did not have friends. All things which plague college students.

The choices that one selects end up governing one's life. I might not be a successful surgeon now, but I realize that I am also not divorced three times over with a massive ego problem. My sister and brother sometimes ask if I regretted not becoming a physician. I look at my ego then, look at my happy relationships with my siblings now, examine my relationship with the SO and give thanks to the almighty that I am not a physician.

I see the photos of people from my college at the Student Learning Center and I am forced to throw them away. I do it because I now select the memories that I want to have. I want the happy memories. Not the sad ones. I want to relive the happy part of me, not the sad ones. Sadly, those photos remind me of the odd person I was.

I have come upon many Penthouse and Playboy magazines from ten to fifteen years ago. What to do with one's adolescence? I admit I read the articles and did not look at the photos. I was always a nerd like that. Bwahhahah. It's hard to drop photos of my generation off to the recycle bin.

During my time in Indianapolis, I collected comicbooks galore. Another fantasy I had as a child. At the same time, it salved my thirst for literature though it had drawings in it. The comics were even packed in plastic. It was my first job with a real paycheck. What else could I do but spend the money?

I have now accumulated so much clothes that I pack a bedroom with clothes. Last night, it was time to say goodbye to some friends worn thin by the washing machine. By the way, if you have not tried those front door washing machines, you really ought to. We did some laundry last night and they were simply fabulous. Less detergent is needed; clothes are dried better. The SO has asked for one when we get the house.

So, I have another day to spend to pack and close out what has been my home over the last sixteen years.

The New Yorker

The New Yorker

The SO loves me so much that when I asked for a subscription to the New Yorker, she relented. I had grown tired of reading Entertainment Weekly. Tired of seeing white actors and actresses with no pigmentation be made into the image of gods and goddesses. Tired of seeing how light can be manipulated so that bone white skin becomes tanned golden skin. Sick of the barely grade three level language that posed as high thought. If one is going to insult, use a simile or a metaphor.

But, seeing that I get attached to newspapers and magazines, I still have some from 1991 in my apartment, I told the wife that I will have a four week notice on all magazines. Four weeks, and if I have not read them, out to the recycling room they go.

But how do you let go of a wonderful story? I suppose I kept them because I wanted to hold onto the image or the story. But after holding on for fifteen years, what do you get for the story? I never read them again or looked at them. Nope, never touched them in the least.

So, out with the old and in with the new. I have four weeks to read a magazine. The plus side is that I can ignore all the sad stories. For example, last week's magazine had the story of an Iranian couple in Iran. Husband and wife were journalists. Well, you know, there is no freedom for the pess in Iran. You can just see what is on the horizon for those two.

Maligayang Araw

ng Malaking Ibong Hinain Mula sa Apoy! Happy Turkey Day everyone. A day of thanks. Thanks for sixteen years living in an apartment. It's been my hall of solitude and loneliness. By the last ten years, nary anyone ventured in or out. It was out of shame because I was a messy dude. But I did not know or trust anyone.

What can I say except, hopefully, my son or daughter is not as messy as I am.

A Letter From a Priest

Dear LSQC Alumni,

Ang sanggol sa sabsaban ay naging isang tao na
bukas-palad na itinalaga ang sarili bilang lingkod ng
Diyos, Manunubos at Manggagamot na dakila. Diyos
Siyang nagpakababa at naging aba tulad natin upang
hindi tayo mag-alinglangan o matakot na lumapit sa
Kanya. Siya ang “sanggol na hulog ng langit!”

Ang Diyos ay muling nagpaparamdam at nagpapaalala sa
atin ng Kanyang pakikibahagi sa ating pagkatao tuwing
mayroong mga tao na ibinabahagi ang kanilang panahon,
yaman o talino upang tulungan ang mga kapatid nating
kapus-palad at salat sa buhay.

Ang Diyos ay nakikipamayan sa atin tuwing naglalaan
tayo ng tulong para sa mga nangangailangan, kahit
isang kusing man lamang o isang basong tubig.

Dahil dito ako po ay kumakatok sa inyong mga puso para
sa kapakanan ng mga batang mahihirap na
nangangailangan ng inyong kagandahang loob upang
magkaroon sila ng isang masaya at makahulugang Pasko
sa taong ito. Ikaw sana’y maging “hulog ng Langit”
para sa kanila.

Mahigit na isang daang kabataan (100) ang
pagkakalooban natin ng tulong sa Paskong ito. Bakal
ang tawag sa kanila o mga BAtang KALye. At ngayon ay
may mga Pamikal o PAMIlyang KALye. Magkakaroon po
sila ng isang misa, isang salu-salo at pagkatapos ay
bibigyan sila ng regalo.

Umasa po kayo na anumang tulong ang inyong
ipagkakaloob ay tatanawin naming malaking utang na
loob. At ang Panginoong Jesus na isinilang na mahirap
ang siyang gaganti sa inyo at sa inyong mga mahal sa
buhay dahil sa inyong kagandahang loob.


Gumagalang,


Fr. Troy de los Santos, capuchino
Punong Lingkod

The end of weddings

The SO and I attended the last of the series of six weddings which dated back to last year. The first was at a love chapel in Vegas. The second was at a church in Hayward. The third was in San Diego. The one in Fremont was the fourth. Ours was the fifth. And finally, the last one was this weekend. If we add there friend's weddings, well, there were two more weddings (Vegas and Oakland).

Inherently, all weddings like women are beautiful. The bride is glorious and glowing in her attire. The groom is dashing. The relatives are blasé because they have been to tens of weddings. The wedding simply becomes a place to see old family members and meet the kids.

I underestimated the time and we did not see the bride roll down the aisle. But the church looked great though a little claustrophobic. The huge stained glass windows were beautiful. I can see why people would love to go to church in the middle ages.

It will probably be quiet for a year and then, just like time, another series of weddings will commence.

The Meanness of People

A new level, of self-promotion is seen as politicians in the Philippines hold a gay boxing tournament. It is disappointing to see those who would lead the country use others in such a blatant manner. But it only emphasizes that Filipinos have a long way to go in treating their fellow countrymen.

At the very least, I hope the gay boxers got paid money. They should be on Broadway and not on the ring.

What I did last weekend?

What did I do? I think whatever it was, it must have been fun. Oh wait, now it is coming back. On saturday evening, we went to dimsum to celebrate the father-in-law's birthday. Truly awesome that he is now retired and ready to take care of dogs, cats and grandchildren.

We ended up going to the Good Guys which was bought by another conglomerate and as a result, the good guys are no more. I thought about getting some speakers and a car radio or a digital video camera, but the only ones left were the floor models. The mother-in-law on the other hand bought two handsome chairs, leather to boot.

Went to sleep until seven o'clock at which time, we went to a housewarming party. Got some pizza and shrimp cocktail for the party. couldn't eat the shrimps because of the gout. the pizza was okay. should have gotten the round freaking pizza. Played trivial pursuit and lost dramatically. acutally, we got routed. no drama there. we just did not know the material. But i learned that michael moriarty lost his position in the series law and order because he went against janet reno.

Sunday, we went to the apartment in the afternoon and packed. Dashed off to the inlaw's place to drop off boxes. Saw an uncle there making storage areas. I wanted to get him to the law firm so I asked for his resume.

Not a bad weekend.

Barangay Amerika

Barangay Amerika let everyone hear what is going on with Pin@ys in the US. Check out the people and the sights.

Photographer of the stars

The photographer of the Stars is the Pin@y Blog of the Day for Friday the 17th of November in the year of the Pin@y 2005.

Nora Aunor and Colonization

Willi Pascual writes of Nora Aunor the actress / politician of our times. But in his examination of Nora's allure and career, he touches upon the part of all Filipinos, that of the colonized person. It is touching to hear that in the midst of cinemas, there are photos of Germanic looking God images bleeding their heart in front of Pin@ys. It is an appropriate symbol of how far colonization seeps into the Pin@y life. And yet, there is hope in the humor of a people who manage to make light of living in the middle of a railway. Willi's blog is the Pin@y Blof of the Day for Wednesday the 16th of November in the year of the Pin@y 2005.

The Past Comes Back

Anna writes about her pregnancy, her day waiting in line at the US embassy and of her UP Los Banos times. America through the eyes of an immigrant. Asuayan is the Pin@y Blog of the Day for Tuesday the 15th of November in the Year of the Pin@y 2005.

US Marine Rapes Filipina in the Philippines

Hmm, had to post this one. And if that guy is guilty, they should let him stay in the Philippines and have him put to hard labor. Columnist Carol Araullo has her say in her blog.

Politics as usual

If you want politics, then go to Ronnel's Ped Xing the Pin@y Blog of the day for the 12th of November in the year of the Pin@y. He'll slap around those politicians like nothing.

Bucaio

Bucaio is a food site that documents the beauty of Pin@y food. If you are a foodie, go to the Pin@y Blog of the Day for Monday the 14th of November in the Year of the Pin@y 2005.

Why America Attacked Iraq

So, let me just say... The more I think about it, the more it seems to me that the US attacked Iraq because of the Twin towers going down in 2001. The US is so paranoid of being attacked that we attacked a place that surely had some weapons of mass destruction. Of course, it's just that Bush and his cohorts lied about the intelligence report.

A Physician's Mind

In Leslie's Blog we see the mind of a physician as she gets married, plans for a child and starts a medical practice. Hoping for a child, Leslie has been blessed as a godmother twenty times over. How long will the physician couple stay in the Philippines? Will they make it or will they be forced to go to greener pastures? This are the days...(cue 10,000 Maniacs music)...Days of Nullah is the Pin@y Blog of the Day for the 11th of November in the year of the Pin@y 2005.

Cardinal finds intellect

What's this? Someone in the Church actually says that the Bible is not literal? Shit, there might be hope for all of us after all. Hmm, maybe, they will get a pope from the third world next time the chimney smokes.

Teen commits suicide

A CNN story is about how a teen / college student committed a transition from this life to the other. The parents blame the newsgroup.

If one examines her photos, you can see that she is not really happy. That she is putting on a show. Check her out in front of the piano. Tragic.