https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?35295-Words-Get-In-The-Way-All-The-Time en Sun, 17 May 2026 09:48:20 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?35295-Words-Get-In-The-Way-All-The-Time https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2335-My-name-is-elvishtattoo-Died-at-37 Tue, 08 Apr 2014 19:06:06 GMT MY NAME IS ELVISHTATTOO. I WILL DIE AT 37 MY COUSIN HAS JUST DIED. HE HAD TUBERCULOSIS, WHICH COMPLICATED HIS HEALTH SCARE. HE WAS DIAGNOSED TO BE HIV POSITIVE A FEW YEARS BACK. BUT I’M NOT WRITING ABOUT THAT. I WAS NOT TORMENTED WITH THE LOSS. HE WAS NOT CLOSE A COUSIN TO ME THOUGH HE WENT TO THE SAME HIGH SCHOOL WITH MY OLDER SISTERS. THIS IS ALL ABOUT DYING. WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I HAD A VISION THAT I WILL DIE WHEN I AM 37 YEARS OLD. I DON’T RECALL HOW IT CAME TO BE BUT IT HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER. WHEN MY FATHER PASSED AWAY, I FELT A FRACTION OF MY LIFE WENT WITH HIM. HOLDING ON TO THE THOUGHT THAT I STILL HAVE YEARS AHEAD OF ME, I LEARNED TO LET GO OF THE PAIN OF LOSS. I WAS 22 WHEN HE DIED. I DID NOT LOOK INTO HIS COFFIN UNTIL THE DAY HE WAS BURIED. I CAN’T AFFORD TO SEE HIS DEAD FACE. AS YEARS PASSED ON, I STARTED MY OWN BUCKET LIST. I NEED TO ACCOMPLISH A LOT BEFORE MY YEAR COMES. I GOT MARRIED AT 24. MY SON WAS BORN IN 2005 AND MY DAUGHTER ARRIVED IN 2010. STILL THERE IS A LOT TO DO. WHEN I LEARNED OF MY COUSIN’S PASSING, I PAUSED TO PONDER ON MY LIFE. WHAT HAVE I ACCOMPLISHED? WHERE AM I ON MY BUCKET LIST? HOW MANY FRIENDS HAVE I MADE? WHERE HAVE I GONE IN ALL THE YEARS I AM GIVEN? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I MADE LOVE TO MY HUSBAND? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MAKE MY CHILDREN GIGGLE WITH JOY? HAVE I MADE MY MOTHER PROUD? WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY LIFE? I AM NOW 32 YEARS OLD. FEAR GROWS IN ME THAT WHEN I AM 37, I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING TO MAKE THIS LIFE WORTHWHILE. I WORK 9 HOURS A DAY AND IS AWAY FROM HOME 14 HOURS A DAY, 5 DAYS A WEEK, FOR THE LAST 8 YEARS. I HAVE NOT PLAYED WITH MY CHILDREN ON A DAY OFF WITHOUT BEGGING THAT I CATCH THE SO NEEDED SLEEP. I HAVE NOT HAD A CONVERSATION WITH MY HUSBAND WITHOUT RAISING MY VOICE TO EMPHASIZE A POINT. EVEN IN BED. I MISSED SO MANY FIRSTS IN MY CHILDREN’S MILESTONES. I DID NOT SEND MY SON TO HIS FIRST DAY OF GRADE SCHOOL CLASS. I DID NOT WITNESS MY DAUGHTER’S FIRST STEPS WHEN SHE LEARNED TO WALK. THINKING ABOUT DEATH, A GRAPHIC PICTURE OF ME AT 37 YEARS OLD FLASHED IN MY HEAD, JUST LIKE IN MY EARLY YEARS. I DON’T SEE WHAT I WAS DOING AND WHO I AM WITH. ALL THERE IS, IS A VIVID PICTURE OF ME FACED WITH MY OWN MORTALITY. I HAVE PASSED ON TO A NEW BEGINNING. AND IT WAS NOT JUST A THOUGHT. I MET SOMEONE AND I SMILED TO SAY: “HI, MY NAME IS ELVISHTATTOO. I DIED AT 37”

MY NAME IS ELVISHTATTOO. I WILL DIE AT 37

MY COUSIN HAS JUST DIED. HE HAD TUBERCULOSIS, WHICH COMPLICATED HIS HEALTH SCARE. HE WAS DIAGNOSED TO BE HIV POSITIVE A FEW YEARS BACK.

BUT I’M NOT WRITING ABOUT THAT. I WAS NOT TORMENTED WITH THE LOSS. HE WAS NOT CLOSE A COUSIN TO ME THOUGH HE WENT TO THE SAME HIGH SCHOOL WITH MY OLDER SISTERS.
THIS IS ALL ABOUT DYING.

WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I HAD A VISION THAT I WILL DIE WHEN I AM 37 YEARS OLD. I DON’T RECALL HOW IT CAME TO BE BUT IT HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER.

WHEN MY FATHER PASSED AWAY, I FELT A FRACTION OF MY LIFE WENT WITH HIM. HOLDING ON TO THE THOUGHT THAT I STILL HAVE YEARS AHEAD OF ME, I LEARNED TO LET GO OF THE PAIN OF LOSS. I WAS 22 WHEN HE DIED. I DID NOT LOOK INTO HIS COFFIN UNTIL THE DAY HE WAS BURIED. I CAN’T AFFORD TO SEE HIS DEAD FACE.

AS YEARS PASSED ON, I STARTED MY OWN BUCKET LIST. I NEED TO ACCOMPLISH A LOT BEFORE MY YEAR COMES. I GOT MARRIED AT 24. MY SON WAS BORN IN 2005 AND MY DAUGHTER ARRIVED IN 2010. STILL THERE IS A LOT TO DO.

WHEN I LEARNED OF MY COUSIN’S PASSING, I PAUSED TO PONDER ON MY LIFE.

WHAT HAVE I ACCOMPLISHED? WHERE AM I ON MY BUCKET LIST?
HOW MANY FRIENDS HAVE I MADE?

WHERE HAVE I GONE IN ALL THE YEARS I AM GIVEN?

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I MADE LOVE TO MY HUSBAND?

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MAKE MY CHILDREN GIGGLE WITH JOY?

HAVE I MADE MY MOTHER PROUD?

WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY LIFE?

I AM NOW 32 YEARS OLD.


FEAR GROWS IN ME THAT WHEN I AM 37, I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING TO MAKE THIS LIFE WORTHWHILE.

I WORK 9 HOURS A DAY AND IS AWAY FROM HOME 14 HOURS A DAY, 5 DAYS A WEEK, FOR THE LAST 8 YEARS. I HAVE NOT PLAYED WITH MY CHILDREN ON A DAY OFF WITHOUT BEGGING THAT I CATCH THE SO NEEDED SLEEP. I HAVE NOT HAD A CONVERSATION WITH MY HUSBAND WITHOUT RAISING MY VOICE TO EMPHASIZE A POINT. EVEN IN BED.

I MISSED SO MANY FIRSTS IN MY CHILDREN’S MILESTONES. I DID NOT SEND MY SON TO HIS FIRST DAY OF GRADE SCHOOL CLASS. I DID NOT WITNESS MY DAUGHTER’S FIRST STEPS WHEN SHE LEARNED TO WALK.

THINKING ABOUT DEATH, A GRAPHIC PICTURE OF ME AT 37 YEARS OLD FLASHED IN MY HEAD, JUST LIKE IN MY EARLY YEARS. I DON’T SEE WHAT I WAS DOING AND WHO I AM WITH. ALL THERE IS, IS A VIVID PICTURE OF ME FACED WITH MY OWN MORTALITY.

I HAVE PASSED ON TO A NEW BEGINNING. AND IT WAS NOT JUST A THOUGHT.

I MET SOMEONE AND I SMILED TO SAY:

“HI, MY NAME IS ELVISHTATTOO. I DIED AT 37”

]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2335-My-name-is-elvishtattoo-Died-at-37 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?463-What-I-Will-Miss-If-I-Quit-My-Job Mon, 27 Jul 2009 19:18:01 GMT > Msg of the Day - some people may have blocked her messages. I hope to still get them when I quit. * Ryan's eloquence - well, sort of. - all the crazy terminologies that he has invented will surely be unforgettable. * Tammie's red jacket - she will always be my not-so-little red riding hood. * Travis' comments on just about anything - he's made a bad habit of asking my opinion about even the most nonsense. that makes us two now. * Victoria's spectacular fall - I can still see the look on her face when she fell. Hilarious forever! * Walter's sexy party dance - it wasn't breakdance but it was funny. hehehe! * Harris' dreadful pastime - damn! this young man is addicted to numbers. calculus, anyone? crazy! * The carpet's foul smell - if there is anything in the world that causes nausea like dying, this is it! * Eric's toy collection - the last thing you would want to forget is the child in you. this man has never grown anyway. * Ada's fabulous biceps - i know she will hate me for this. but I guess that is because she is a swimmer. well, maybe. * Justin's istorya.net thread - i think it is still a big secret. or so i hope. * Tanya's warm-inside wardrobe - when everyone else is freezing cold, this feisty tiny lady is happy w/ her tube top. * Kim's air bending - when the night is quiet, the room roars with BIG BURPING. REALLY BIG BURPING. * Randy and his infamous smirk - considered the most anti-social of all the night shift people. wrong! you should hear his Tagalog. * Alvin's version of Remember Yesterday - ok. i was drunk and i was wasted. it was still his night though. rock on! * Mitel ip phone - the mute button is the most important thing in this job. I'll die w/o it. well, not really. * Yaya The Fridge - though not a living organism, this not-so-existent piece of furniture made it to my list. * Maia's manicure - sexy and colorful, her hands will literally make you happy and satisfied. * Trisha and everything violet - no one can pull off a periwinkle jacket but Trisha. no one! * Jade's comb - boy, i can't imagine not seeing jade comb her hair as she walks in. my day would be incomplete. * Farrah's EPERFORMAX jacket - will the real agent from E-max please stand up! * Biogesic tablets - I have popped the pill more than anyone else in this company. check the log book for reference. * Lana's favorite jingle - In heaven, in heaven and Nature's Sping. laughter unlimited. * Nicole's sexy bedroom voice - listen. listen close. prepare to be stripped naked. or die hoping.]]> I have been contemplating about leaving my job. I had enough. I can bear the long nights and the bad calls. I just can't manage the anxiety, social conflict causes me. There is just something about some people that does not contribute to my well being. Still here are the things that I will miss when I quit this job...


* Breakfasts @ I.T - strolling along IT park with people who laugh at work's challenges has always been good for me. At least in the morning.

* The beep of Bert's watch - it used to annoy me. I'm sure I will miss that beep 10 minutes before each hour.

* Gem's >> Msg of the Day - some people may have blocked her messages. I hope to still get them when I quit.

* Ryan's eloquence - well, sort of. - all the crazy terminologies that he has invented will surely be unforgettable.

* Tammie's red jacket - she will always be my not-so-little red riding hood.

* Travis' comments on just about anything - he's made a bad habit of asking my opinion about even the most nonsense. that makes us two now.

* Victoria's spectacular fall - I can still see the look on her face when she fell. Hilarious forever!

* Walter's sexy party dance - it wasn't breakdance but it was funny. hehehe!

* Harris' dreadful pastime - damn! this young man is addicted to numbers. calculus, anyone? crazy!

* The carpet's foul smell - if there is anything in the world that causes nausea like dying, this is it!

* Eric's toy collection - the last thing you would want to forget is the child in you. this man has never grown anyway.

* Ada's fabulous biceps - i know she will hate me for this. but I guess that is because she is a swimmer. well, maybe.

* Justin's istorya.net thread - i think it is still a big secret. or so i hope.

* Tanya's warm-inside wardrobe - when everyone else is freezing cold, this feisty tiny lady is happy w/ her tube top.

* Kim's air bending - when the night is quiet, the room roars with BIG BURPING. REALLY BIG BURPING.

* Randy and his infamous smirk - considered the most anti-social of all the night shift people. wrong! you should hear his Tagalog.

* Alvin's version of Remember Yesterday - ok. i was drunk and i was wasted. it was still his night though. rock on!

* Mitel ip phone - the mute button is the most important thing in this job. I'll die w/o it. well, not really.

* Yaya The Fridge - though not a living organism, this not-so-existent piece of furniture made it to my list.

* Maia's manicure - sexy and colorful, her hands will literally make you happy and satisfied.

* Trisha and everything violet - no one can pull off a periwinkle jacket but Trisha. no one!

* Jade's comb - boy, i can't imagine not seeing jade comb her hair as she walks in. my day would be incomplete.

* Farrah's EPERFORMAX jacket - will the real agent from E-max please stand up!

* Biogesic tablets - I have popped the pill more than anyone else in this company. check the log book for reference.

* Lana's favorite jingle - In heaven, in heaven and Nature's Sping. laughter unlimited.

* Nicole's sexy bedroom voice - listen. listen close. prepare to be stripped naked. or die hoping. ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?463-What-I-Will-Miss-If-I-Quit-My-Job https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?438-Birthdays-with-Franklin Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:37:21 GMT Today is my 28th birthday.
I am at work when the clock struck 12 midnight.
I got warm wishes but I felt cold.
It could have been warmer under the blanket with PaO and my husband, Franklin.
It is sad and happy as I turn a year older.
There's a lot of reasons to celebrate.
My friends who remember and my family who never forgets.
I have never felt smarter in all my years.
It seems that I have become a different individual all of a sudden.
Maybe because of the age.
Maybe because of the time.
Well, maybe not.
It could be something else.
Someone else...
I have been married for 6 years.
Celebrated 10 birthdays with the man who captured my heart with his genius not his wit.
Today is another special day with him.
It is not as exciting as the first few but definitely more meaningful.
I have grown in years with a man who knows just what I want but always gives me something else.
I used to think it sucks but now I understand.
He said he does not have anything for me on my birthday.
Well, we have each other.
The long walks and the talks are what I always look forward to on my rest days.
No idle time.
No dead air.
Haha.
He is the man I would still want to celebrate my birthdays with.
There is so much to look forward to.
Another year just started and there is a lot in store.
There will be more movies to watch and more things to discuss.
Though we don't share the same passion for coffee, I know we can be warm on a rainy day.
Talking about saving the cheerleader to save the world.
Listening to PaO talk us though buying him a little brother.
Birthdays with Franklin are just great.
I love it. ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?438-Birthdays-with-Franklin https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?354-I-Want-To-Be-A-Mother Sat, 09 May 2009 16:56:21 GMT I want to feel sick in the morning.
I want to feel heavy with you growing.
I want the pain when I deliver.
I want to be a mother.

I want to hear you breathing.
I want to see you crying.
I want to grasp your innocence.
I want to be a mother.

I want to give you all vanity.
I want to show you things of beauty.
I want to pamper you forever.
I want to be a mother.

I want to wake up at dawn,
I want to stare at you eternally under the full moon.
I want to be in this moment forever.
I want to be a mother.

I want to hold you when you sleep.
I want not to let go and let this moment slip.
I want time to stand still.
I want to be a mother.

I want to learn my colors with you.
I want to sing your lullabies and your rhymes too.
I want to start writing with you my first number.
I want to be a mother.

I want to lie in your wet bed.
I want to hear the first word you said.
I want to tickle you into endless laughter.
I want to be a mother.


I want to stand near you as you learn to walk.
I want to listen close as you start to talk.
I do not want the world to bother.
I want to be a mother.

I want to show you the stars as they twinkle.
I want to teach you the tricks to a riddle.
I want to play with you under the rain shower.
I want to be a mother.

I want to run around and chase you.
I want you to break a rule or two.
I want every moment we have worth the remember.
I want to be a mother.

I want to trim your nails when they grow long.
I want to say you're right even when you are wrong.
I want to tie your shoe laces before and after.
I want to be a mother.

I want to send you away to school on your nursery.
I want to keep my tears from falling as you turn away.
I want to witness you succeed and not falter.
I want to be a mother.

I want to sit at the end of the table as you dine.
I want to stare at the man I have made so refined.
I want to make you my baby forever.
I want to be a mother.


I want to tell you I give you all my love.
I want to let you know you are the most beautiful gift I have.
I want to keep you so I will remember.
I want to be a mother.

I want the rain to come again today.
I want to dance with you and play.
I want this day to be like no other.
I want to be a mother.


Dear PaO,

You are the water of my soul. Your love quenches my ignorance and makes me
the woman that I am supposed to be. Because of you, life's purpose has revealed
itself.

I am destined to be a mother.

To love you is pain and joy. Not to have had you would have been death in

itself. You are the life in me. You have made me walk on eggshells without

shattering my world. You are my elixir of life. My antidote in this world that

slowly poisons me. There would be no life if not for you.

Today, a mother's love is overflowing because a son's love has drowned a

mother's piercing pride.

My love for you will have no end.

Remember your mother.

Mama ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?354-I-Want-To-Be-A-Mother https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?349-Just-Let-Me-Look-At-You Sat, 02 May 2009 20:35:14 GMT I have been here before.
This feeling is so familiar.
The thoughts are all so beautiful.
I truly have been here before.

I look at you from a distance.
Still I can't look into your eyes.
There is magic in your stare that I can't overcome.
You meet my wit with your charm.

Your presence stun me.
The thought of you near me makes me clinch.
I do not know if I am in pain.
Your aura drains the best word out me.

Why do I feel the need to see you?
When you're not around I feel weak.
To be away from you is suicidal.
I have to be there where you are.

I am like a child waiting for my gift.
Waiting in silence for your smile.
Always waiting in vain for your stare.
I want to be a child forever.

Everyday, I wish for you to say my name.
With hope that you might also feel the same.
If you do, I will leave the world I have.
Just let me look at you, that's what I love.

I don't want to miss your smile.
There is something with your lips that makes me wanting.
Your laugh is the cure of my anger.
I just want to be agitated every day so you will laugh for me.

I listen and ponder on every word that you say.
There is perfection that I cannot fathom.
Slowly, I have become a fan and a lover.
The latter is a secret now more than ever.

I do not want to have space between this room and where you are.
So I can feel the warmth of your stare.
I want to come in and find you there waiting.
It would be beautiful to stumble upon you laughing.

If I am difficult to please, you are doing the best trick.
You have become my obsession.
I am a slave to every moment you look at me.
Just let me look at you too so I can be free.

Just let me look at you in silence.
Just let me look at you in the cold night.
Just let me look at you in the crowd.
Just let me look at you in my dream.

There is no first time and no last.
I do not know when it began and how it would end.
If this is a habit then it is hard to break.
As I am just a child waiting for that beautiful gift.

I do not want you to know this feeling exist.
Just realize that when I look at you, I feel heaven.
Please look at me so my joy will be complete.
Look at me and smile so our hearts meet.

If you can feel it now, just let it be.
For this feeling shall pass as it used to.
I am just a girl, waiting for a guy to give me his smile.
But this feeling I'm sure shall linger for a while.

Please don't mistake this for love.
I know love from long ago.
Love is mine to know.
I have known love and this is isn't so.

I don't want to keep this obsession.
There is no reason to do so.
This is just my little secret.
So I can be near you.

One day, this excitement will fade.
There will be no gravity to pull my heart when you smile.
You laugher will become noise that I will soon hate.
Your presence will not be special as it is today.

But for now, just let me look at you.
I will be silent about it so you won't walk away.
Look my way once in while.
Give me my perfect gift., your beautiful smile. ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?349-Just-Let-Me-Look-At-You https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?326-Naa-Ra-Ko-Sa-Kilid-Kilid-Nag-Taghoy-Taghoy Wed, 29 Apr 2009 20:19:11 GMT ang akong amiga, gwapa.
hamis, taas ug ilong, maayo ug barog. sexy.
maayo ug trabaho, naay awto ug gikan sa maayong pamilya.
sa akong tan-aw, utokan sad siya.

sa akong opisina, naay lalaki nga gwapo.
hamis, taas ug ilong, maayo ug barog. hunk.
sa call center mi nag trabaho, maong dako ug sweldo.
sa akong tan-aw, ulitawo.

ang akong amiga ni sumbong nako nga naa siyay na gustohan nga gwapo.
dili lang siya mag saba kung kinsa kay kaila kuno ko.
wala lang siya kahibalo nga pareho mi ug sekreto.
kung siya nagpa hibawo, nag hilom-hilom ra ko.

ang akong amiga sige ug share bahin sa iyang sekreto.
mo sulti siya nga nag istorya sila sa iyang amigo.
sa akong lab story ka maluoy.
kay naa ra jud ko sa kilid-kilid nag taghoy-taghoy.

pasiplat gamay inig labay.
smile gamay dayon " Hi! ".
lingi-on jud bisag naka labay na.
mang hupaw nlang dayon si inday.

kung wala pa lang unta nag dali sa una,
basin mag abot pa unta mi karong duha.
ulahi na ang tanan
kay ako na minyo naman.

excited na lang pirmi sa mga tutok niya.
usahay klaro na kaayo nga ni tan-aw dala katawa.
nalipay nga magka kita bisag panagsa ra.
diha ra man pud kutob lagi, pwerteng lisura.

bisag naa pa sa duol, layo lang gihapon.
dili ka hikap sa kamot, lisod duolon.
mao nga naa ra gyud ko sa likod nag minghoy.
nag pa siplat, nag taghoy-taghoy. ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?326-Naa-Ra-Ko-Sa-Kilid-Kilid-Nag-Taghoy-Taghoy https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?332-One-Morning-I-m-In-A-Room-Full-Of-Idiots%21 Wed, 29 Apr 2009 20:14:25 GMT such a bad day. just when i am about to leave my cubicle, a swarm of idiots flooded the floor. they are just all over the place that there is no air to breathe! bloody *****s are running around like horses! their presence is just plain suffocating. hearing their noise is toxic. to get them to talk is disaster. the places they go to burn like wildfire. such a bad day.
just when i am about to leave my cubicle, a swarm of idiots flooded the floor.
they are just all over the place that there is no air to breathe!
bloody *****s are running around like horses!

their presence is just plain suffocating.
hearing their noise is toxic.
to get them to talk is disaster.
the places they go to burn like wildfire. ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?332-One-Morning-I-m-In-A-Room-Full-Of-Idiots%21 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?232-The-Emancipation-of-Master Sat, 25 Apr 2009 19:57:51 GMT finding inner peace is not difficult to achieve.
same thing goes to being firm on what you truly believe is right.
you don't have to hurt people and their pride to feed your ambition.
people may not agree with what you believe in, but in the end, that is still your opinion.
there is no taking that away from you.
others will question your motives and most of them will be remorseful.
isn't it but true that even if you have done something great, people find time to see the downside of just about anything.
you're like the Midas of this place. only, you don't turn things into gold. some people see you as a disaster.
funny because you are cool to others but for some you are a monster.
your kindness would soothe a scared crow.
your laugher is music to my ears.
very pleasant but some mistake it as pure nonsense. noise. aggravating.
there is no comparing who you are then and now. nothing has changed.
you are in a place where you can be all you want.
it feels light that you are not walking on eggshells.
the mood will never be the same but the feeling is just as good and easy as it was before.
there is no changing lanes here.
they say no one is on no side.
i say, i am on your side.
i believe in honesty but who has never lied anyway?
the sound of lying is as loud as the laugher that echoes in this room.
we are all as guilty as those who accuse us.
we just have to accept that fact.
change is not bad after all.
when i see you in that corner with the same grin that lightens my day, i know you are good.
i say good, not happy.
happiness is for you to decide on.
for now, it seemed fair that you do not risk as much as you do before.
there is a always a place for growth.
a room for improvement.
you sure don't have to work hard on that!
hahahaha!
you are the Master after all.
but masters make mistakes.
and masters learn too.
now, we will share that small corner and we will all make mistakes and learn in harmony.
don't you think that would be more fun?!

:D :D :D ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?232-The-Emancipation-of-Master https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?323-Gift Tue, 08 Jul 2008 11:38:00 GMT today is my 27th birthday.
i woke up with a bad headache.
i had little sleep because of a little problem.
at 9 o'clock, my sister's indifference signaled that it is going to be a long day.

i got warm birthday messages from friends, kisses and hugs from my husband.
my little Achilles' heel gave me a little surprise: a flower.
of all the greetings i have received, nothing touched me the most but the loving thoughts of the woman i would die without:
my Mother.

she is 62 years old.
still strong and her hair is still naturally black.
her skin is dark and her hands are worn as her years.
she has a brilliant smile and a contagious laugh.

a mother of 11, a widow at 57 and a grandmother to 21 adorable grandchildren.
she survived more than half of the difficulty that we are going through right now.
she walked through storms and fought the floods.
she is still standing today. still fighting.

her story is the most fascinating and tear-jerking of all.
her bravery and lion heart brought us to where we are.
she is never going to give up.
not when she lost her parents while she is away, not when she lost her husband too soon.

her story is not of beautiful characters.
no rich families, no fabulous cars, no castles or jewelry.
she is married to a man who talks much less than she wanted to keep quite.
she is woman that i wanted to become.

i can't recall fond memories with her when we were younger.
for she is always away, earning to send us to school and put food on the table.
i have never heard her complain.
NOT a moment did she say she is tired.

she is up at 4 in the morning since the day i learned to walk.
she takes a nap in the afternoon only to make her eyes rest.
in the evening, she would check if all her 11 children are home before she sleeps.
if one is not around yet, she stays up until he returns.

she washes all our clothes for as long as i can remember.
she loves to wash our clothes, fold them with loves in the afternoon while waiting for us to come home from school.
then and now, she has made that task a perfection.

she talked to our teachers when we messed up in school.
she made amends when things go wrong.
at the end of every single year, she comes up to the school stage and places medals on our necks.
she is just the proudest mother we know.

today, i am receiving the gift of life.
the gift of blessing and the gift of motherhood.
i am not a master of this craft, not even close.
i have my whole life to achieve it.

on my birthday, i remember my mother.
not her sacrifices, not her suffering.
i remember her passion for life and how she made it beautiful for me.
her love is the best gift. now and for the birthdays to come. ]]> elvishtattoo https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?323-Gift