Dear kimberly,

I need you right know.More than you’ll ever know.Again, I am not good with words, but here I am again shwowering all my thoughts to you.Whatever comes into my head, I am pouring to you. I really don’t know what happened between us. Whatever will come, if there will come.

I know I am blessed, lucky, whatever you call it. But he is really the one who had made me realize I am so blessed with this life. He had given me a part of him that I know I coud break –  his heart. I don’t know really what had happened. I’m just feeling all the hurt again. All the pain. I wish you are here with me to share this.

Aside

Modern Day Beatitudes

Blessed are the strange, the weird, the people we 
laugh at, those who do not fit our mold, especially the socially 
wretched and despised. By their presence in our lives, they expand our 
reality—on our part, reluctantly and on theirs, so painfully—by forcing 
us to look at them in the hope that we see the God in them.

Blessed are the depressed and the addicted for they 
are called upon to demonstrate the healing miracles of God through their
own awakening.

Blessed are the broken, those who fail, those who 
fall below our expectations for they are asked to show the rest of us 
that not being perfect is part of the human condition—that accepting our
imperfection is the first step in our realization of the divine 
perfection of all that is.

Blessed are the nameless, the faceless the 
dispossessed—the refugees, the homeless and the poor for they point us 
to the way to compassion. By their sheer numbers, they tell us that 
ultimately, the experience of compassion is inescapable.

Blessed are the cruel, the calloused and uncaring, 
for on some deep unconscious level, they choose to delay their own 
liberation so that others may be ‘enlightened’ by their example.

Blessed are those who arouse us to anger, who bring 
out the worst in us, for they force us out of the denial that we harbor 
within—that we are hooked on them, that they resonate with something 
hidden inside us, and to break free, we must let go of our misguided 
moral superiority.

Blessed are those who cause us to suffer repeatedly 
by their mistakes, for they are our tutors who spend valuable time so 
that we learn our lessons well.

Blessed are those who do not seem to have a life, 
and especially those who do not have a choice—those who are physically 
debilitated, paralyzed or in a coma and cannot move, for they bring us a
message that is lost in this age of frenzy—that to be worthy of God’s 
love, we need not strive to do or achieve anything, but simply be.

Blessed are all of us, for whatever condition we 
find ourselves in, we can choose to remember our true nature, our 
original blessing, our timeless grace—anytime, any place, and always—and be happy in our Oneness.

(Lifted from ‘Between Blinks–More Random Takes on Everything’, by Jim Paredes

Dir Kimverly ekaluva chuva chenes

Sorry for this super duper late reply. You know, I’m not that good with words, compare to you. But I am a very good ate/sis/kapatid/kabrader whatever you call it…But maybe I prefer the word ‘sib’ short for sibling.Thank you for your everyday letters.Thanks, because what I’ve been expected has been granted and continue to be granted ( tama ba itong grammar ko, windang ang jutak ko sa dami ng subjects naten e!) your promise of 365 letters.. This is my way of saying thank you..Thank you since October, the time you started writing that letters. This has served me a great deal of encouragement in my everyday struggle! Till we meet again kimverly chuva chenes ekalvu adios mabalos XDImage

Radio, Tv at mga lumang komiks

An interesting question. 

My first instinctive answer – anyone from an English speaking country who learns from birth from a parent – falls apart now I stop to consider. A person could be raised in a non-English speaking country by native-English speaking parents and that would, in my opinion, also make them a native speaker. 

Tricky. I could say they need to learn it from birth and have native English speaking parents but on the other hand, there are plenty of second generation British people, whose parents may not actually have good English, but who themselves I would consider native speakers as they have grown up in a native English environment, and their English is perfectly ‘native’. 

So I guess I would say there needs to be at least one of two conditions: 
To grow up exposed to the language of a native English speaking country and/or 
To have native English speaking parents. 

But again, on consideration there are problems with this. Someone whose parents are native speakers of a different language to the country they are growing up in, quite often are not completely fluent in their parents’ original language. (Again with the example of second generation immigrants in mind). 

Also, some countries are officially English speaking, but it is not the same as what I would call a native version of the language. Again, an example, I know a lot of people from Nigeria, whose official language is English and have learnt it from virtual babyhood along with an African language, and have done all their schooling in English. However, they are not native speakers and would not describe themselves as such once they have encountered actual native speakers. One said it came as a terrible shock to come to Britain and find a terrible language barrier after speaking what he thought was British English for nearly 50 years. He was unable to understand most people, and most people were unable to understand him. 

So, what does everyone else think? It is just people from Britain, USA, Australia and NZ who are the native speakers or do other versions of English also count as ‘native’? If I’m being really cheeky, perhaps only British people speak native English – as even the USA has left the British version behind, and it was our language originally?