MARGIENARY

In the beginning, God made the heavens and the earth, and the rest were made in China! :)

I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes soon after I was told that my ultrasonography showed a string of pearls in my ovaries, i.e. a polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). Any woman with PCOS has a high risk of developing diabetes later in life.  Well, later-in-life came to me too soon, unlucky me. My dad is a Type2 Diabetic also and that increased my predisposition to the disease.  He died a month ago of unexplained causes.  He was an active man, hiking all over the mountains of Nueva Vizcaya almost on a weekly basis.  I believe now that his death was diabetes-related.  Maybe his heart gave up just like that due to some systemic anomaly caused by an episode of too much or maybe too little sugar in his blood.  I regret now why I was not forceful enough in telling him to pay closer attention to his illness and suggest other remedies after he decided to just quit his Metformin medications due to its uncomfortable side effects.  His death caused me to surf the...

B and I went for our annual break this month and this year we decided to visit Cebu and Davao City. We left our house at

You were like the sun Rising from the far horizon A sure source of light The picture of perfect delight. You traversed the cloudless sky Shiny and perfect in my eye So why did you become the moonlight Casting dark shadows in the night. A thorn in my flesh, a pebble in my shoe The wrinkle in my brow, an arrow in the bow Energy-zapper, loneliness-giver Tear-causer, heartbreaker. Why do my tears have to run dry? Why do my days have to be dreary? Why does my heart needs to bleed out? Why do I have to be in the outside looking in? Why do you have to hurt me over and over? With a treatment that is colder than the worst winter. I bless the day you became to me like a mother, I curse the day you became a green-horned-monster. May I never become like you ever...  My tears will keep falling, my heart will keep breaking Because... You have ruined everything that is good in you and me. Author Unknown mY Synapses...

Barren hills of sadness and pain Skies of emptiness and rain Amidst it all the sun hasn’t shone So mourn, oh heart! Death came by your door Ended the pain and crosses he bore He is gone now, life’s not our own We've lost, feels like, yet he has won. So for now... Just run, my heart! No home for you here Sing your sad song, cry your bitter tear Gales of sorrow in this sea of horror All around you, darkness and terror... but pray, In the night, a moon will be born. Alas, my heart, stop your cryin' Soon, a flow’r will bloom in the rain.

Di ko alam kung matatawa ako sa inis o manenermon ako sa kaasaran dahil sa isang dating kaibigang nagbalikbayan pagkatapos ng halos labim-pitong taong pamamalagi sa bansa ng mga pinaghalong puti at itim.  Sino ba naman kase ang ang hindi mabuwibuwisit eh may edad na siya nang iwanan ang Pinas ngunit pagbalik ay hindi na raw marunong managalog?  Anak ng tinola!  Kung si Rizal pa eh, nangangalingasaw na isda ang katumbas n'yan eh! Heto nga't nangangamoy na rito!  Maigi sana kung bata siyang pumunta doon at maari ko pang patawarin.  Hindi ba niya alam na nakakabanas lang ang ganoong pag-uugali? Malayo namang kahanga-hanga ang isang taong lumilingon sa pinanggalingan kaysa sa taong ipinanganak dito, saka umalis, at pagbalik ay pinagmamalaki pa rin na siya ay Pilipino.  Hay naku!!!! Puwede ba!?!!!!!!  Kahit anong gawin niyang padaanin sa ilong ang Ingles niya, hindi pa rin puputi ang balat niya! Buwisit!  Buti sana kung tama ang balarila niya at pagb...

Last night in the middle of a downpour A visitor knocked on my backdoor She was wearing a shroud, tears brimming in her eyes I was waiting for her the other day But unexpectedly, she came yesterday Grief. Shrinks say that I should embrace her Because holding her hand is letting go That talking about her will heal my soul Crying because of her is healthy And ignoring her is folly But what do I know? She grips your heart and you cannot breathe She blinds your eyes with tears and you cannot see She makes you stare into nothingness and you cannot think She embraces you and you cannot break free. Maybe time is indeed the healer Yet I know from before, Grief leaves you never She goes, and back she comes like a lover Yet she offers no solace, not even a pray'r. So weep, my soul Tomorrow is another day...