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My Love for guitars

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I taught myself to play the guitar at the age of 15. I have been wanting to learn how to play since I was five years old. We had this old guitar that was so out of tune but I loved the sound brought by this instrument. No one was patient enough to teach me so I had the initiative to teach myself. The technique I used was learning a song and practiced strumming and then the chords. I had to learn to coordinate both the strumming and the changing of chords. It was hard, but I was really adamant to learn the instrument. And learned I did. But I learned playing it through a borrowed instrument so I made a deal with my mom that if I will still be in the honors list on my last year in high school she would buy me a guitar despite the fact we were so strapped for cash then. And she bought me this guitar made of mango wood. It was ugly, but I loved the sound produced by it. My second guitar was from a shop in Sta. Mesa Manila. From my meager money I really bought the guitar to keep me

Premonition?

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Today marks the start of the Kurdish spring equinox new year. Happy Nawroz to everyone. However, something very disturbing happened to me today. As of now, I am literally shaking from the two incidents that transpired. I woke up very late today and at 6pm I decided to cook something for my lunch-dinner to be. I made chicken a la king, just sliced chicken breasts with canned mixed veggies. As I was making it, I checked the freezer and saw a bag of chicken hotdogs and decided to fry some of it. As the pan heated up I took the hotdogs and plopped them on the pan and all of a sudden a huge burst of fire blew up in front of me, I froze for a moment and then went to the sink to get some water to throw over the pan. But fortunately the fire put out by itself but it left me shaken and trembling. Second incident, on the same day after I took my shower I was lounging on my bed reading some news on the internet and plugged my heater to warm me up a bit when after a few minutes I saw the heat

Musings on the anniversary of the Halabja Massacre

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Last week the Kurds commemorated the Halabja massacre where Saddam Hus The   Halabja poison gas attack   ( Kurdish :   K├«myabarana Helebce ) was a   genocide   massacre   that took place on March 16, 1988, during the closing days of the   Iran-Iraq War , when   chemical weapons   were used by the   Iraqi   government forces in the   Kurdish   town of   Halabja   in   Iraqi Kurdistan . The attack quickly killed thousands of people (around 5,000 dead) and injured around 11,000, most of them   civilians ; [1] [2]   thousands more died of   complications ,   diseases , and   birth defects   in the years after the attack. [3]   The incident, which has been officially defined as an act of  genocide   against the   Kurdish people   in Iraq, [4]   is the largest chemical weapons attack directed against a civilian-populated area in history. [5] The Halabja   genocide   has been recognized as a separate event from the   Anfal Genocide   that was also conducted aga

A series of unfortunate events?

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Two days ago, a series of unfortunate events took place that I really do believe I am in a some kind of conspiracy theory amongst the deities in charge of mischief, Loki and who???? First my work laptop crashed and I may have messed up my hard drive and my work files (God Forbid!) can't be retrieved anymore. Then, ironically my personal HP mini's wireless capacity also crashed so I have no internet for the past few days at home and needless to say I am using someone else's laptop just to be able to connect to the internet. I should feel some withdrawal symptoms right? I used to be in the realms of the world wide web 24/7 and all of a sudden I don't have access. How cruel the gods were right? But, it's almost my 3rd day now and somehow I feel better and recharged. And to be honest, I feel happy. Is this the feeling of decluttering? I hope I can continue feeling like this. Until, our IT manager finds the solution to fix the wireless configuration of my HP mini. F

Masochism

For years I have learned to undermine my feelings especially in exposing myself from being hurt and being taken advantage of. But as some would say, I am probably a masochist. I vow not to be hurt by anybody anymore. This is my last heartache.

Unsung

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--- (passion is fire burning from within) I have this song in my head I want to sing it so bad But I can’t because the melodies are locked inside my heart I can’t go on like this or else my head will explode But I feel for you and I can’t deny that You make me wanna write songs and sing again

COFFEE & SYMPATHY

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binuhos ko lahat…over a cup of frappucino…chocolate flavored and strawberry flavored… hindi ko ininda ang pagod…at puyat…sabay hithit…buga…parang tambutso na ako nito…marlboro menthol and sayo red… ang lalim ng usapan…pero nakahinga ako…sa bigat ng dibdib na siyang humihila sa akin…pero di ko pinagbigyan…na ako’y hatakin sa kawalan… anuman ang mangyari…mananatili akong matatag…sapagka’t ito ang aking pagkatao…hindi ako tumatalikod sa anumang laban na aking haharapin… nakakarindi…pero hindi ko hahayaang matalo ng aking isipan pagka’t nandyan ka…nakikinig…at ikaw din …pinakikinggan ko…humuhugot ako ng lakas sayo… habang nagmamaneho…at binabaybay ang kahabaan ng SLEX at Sta. Rosa at Tagaytay…eto ang sumagi sa isipan ko…swak na swak talaga sa nangyari ngayong araw na ito… Para sa Pinakamatalik kong Kaibigan…Para sayo ang kantang ito… (COFFEE) TEA & SYMPATHY by: jars of clay Fare thee well Trade in all our words for (coffee) tea and sympathy Wonder why we tried, for things that could n

Love from a distance

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Lately I am not in the mood to blog due to recent events in my life. As my friends would tell, I am probably a masochist. Anyway, I love this excerpt from an article emailed to me years ago.... Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find the person we love we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things and simply because we allow ourselves to be enslaved by our own selfish concerns. Go for the man of deeds and not for the man of words for you will find rewarding happiness not with the man you love but the man who loves you more. The best lovers are those who are capable of loving from a distance , far enough to allow the other person to grow, but never too far to feel the love deep within your being. To let go of someone doesn’t mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but it is al

My Birthday Presents

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Cake from Jessy, Bessam & Ameer Belly Dancing Belt from Reboire & Karwan Belly Dancing Belt 2 from Reboire & Karwan Head dress from Reboire & Karwan Red Rose from Sergei and the Berdaron Estate staff Box of Sweets from Dal Cake from Michael & Tyler (My Most Favorite of All presents)

Birthday Girl

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No, not Nicole Kidman hehe. My 30th birthday in a nutshell. Pictures attached.