BLUE DRAGON TRAVELING IN THE DESERT OF BAGHDAD IRAQ

I had a lot of experiences to traveling in difference places here in Iraq, but last May 22, 2008 the best traveling that I had. Before I traveled by Airplane, Helicopter, Chinook and via convoy, but last May 22, 2008 we traveled with other Filipino and Iraqi security forces of our company. Usually if I’ve traveled by air/convoy it takes 30 minutes or one hour, but last May 22, I traveled for more than two hours in the road of the Baghdad City thru provinces of Baghdad. While we are traveling on the road we lost one of our trucks and we need to find it the location of this truck, our driver of GMC bullet proof and with other GMC decided to find it, during that time we don’t know what’s happening, we don’t we don’t what they are talking about because they talking by own their languages (Arabic). We try to ask them, what’s going on and why we need to go back on the road where we are been before. They explain to us and they said one of our trucks is missing and we need to find it. We can stop on the road and if we are heading with the traffic jam, our security force they will force to stop the all vehicle and to move and give us our way to pass as soon as possible and if they are not cooperates to us our security they will show their GUN to them and they are read to shoot them if they will try block are way. We turn around two times and because that I and the other Filipino tried talked to our security to stop our vehicle because we need pee and we can’t wait and they agreed to us but they said we need to do it fast because that place is dangerous. We stop in the middle of desert of Baghdad and I pee and they lookout us and to make it sure nobody can come over especially the local Iraqi walking by on the road. After three times turn around we found the missing truck, we laugh and we yelled “Where did you’ve been” and everybody laugh in the same time. We continue our travel and we arrived on the site safe and good. We are starving and feeling thirst and because of that I eaten the cucumber, corn beef and I drink a lot of cold water in the bottle.

BALUT

It is protected by a calcite shell
inside is a mass of living tissue
it has originated from one cell
Soaked in fluid, provides its food issue
Cracking the shell id the way to eat it
start at the blunt pole and suck the juice out
then enjoy the flesh after you sip it
a savory tastes that pleasures the mouth
Eighteen days is all it take to prepare
and it is an art that requires no luck
you boil the egg and handle it with care
How i pity the fragile unborn duck
this is the fate of the Balut duckling
its way swimming in the stomach lining

Maalala Mo Kaya !!!

Dear Ate Charo,

Thank you for considering this letter of mine. I'm writing about Ben.

We're in our twenties and both work in Makati . In fact, we used to be

officemates. I've known him for almost two years and all the time, I've

been in-love with him, although we are just friends and he has a girlfriend

he intends to marry.

Ate Charo, I can't help but fall in love with him. He's perfect! He's

responsible, intelligent, resourceful, thoughtful, loving, sweet, caring,

upright, kind, family-oriented, and a God-fearing individual. His good

looks are just an added bonus. I can't believe such a man still exists

today and I will forever be thankful for his friendship.

It is a pain to be so in-love with him because he and his girlfriend are

perfect for each other and are so happy being together. I don't know if

he's aware of my feelings for him, but winning his heart, I think, is out

of the question. His girlfriend is too precious for him. Losing her would

truly hurt him, and I don't want to see him in pain. I know, however,

that a part of me wishes he would reciprocate my love, but he's

just too good for me. He deserves someone better, like the girl he has

now.

Knowing he's happy with her is enough consolation for me. I want his

happiness even if it would mean my own despair. God knows how much I'm

suffering. Writing this letter alone is already a torture. I've been

trying very hard to forget him. I've done ways I know to free myself.

Pero ang kulit talaga ng puso ko, ayaw sumunod. Ate Charo, I haven't seen

or talked with him for a long time and I thought his absence would somehow

cool down the feeling, but it hasn't. I don't want to miss him, but I do

miss him terribly. How can I forget him?

Whenever I see a place, a thing, or a situation, my mind automatically

associates it with him. His memories occupy most of my waking and

sleeping hours. His face pops into my mind in the middle of my lunch, when

I'm

talking with my friends, cleaning my house, or just doing something which

has nothing to remind me of him. Odd, but true. I'm not bitter, Ate. I

don't blame myself, him, nor God for this situation. As a matter of fact,

I'm thankful. Painfully odd as it is, this situation has made me the mature

person I am now. But I can't help ask myself why should someone fall for

another when they are not meant for each other? Why Ate Charo? Why?

You know Ate, whenever I pray, I always ask God to help me let go of this

love. I just want to feel the same way he feels for me... as a friend

and nothing more. I know I can get through this because I believe that God

wouldn't give me something He knows I couldn't handle. Someday I will be

able to smile again without being hurt when I remember him. God has His

reason for all of these and until I know the reasons, I want to hear words

from you. Attached is my picture to show my sincerity and let you decide

if am really not meant for his love.

Please Ate Charo, help me.

Sincerely,

Berta

Dear Berta,

Punyeta kang bakla ka! Maganda pa sa iyo ang tsonggong puyat. Pinagod mo pa

ako sa pagbasa ng letter mo! Ang landi mo!!! Makati ka pa sa gabing Bicol!

Tigilan mo na ang ilusyon mo, iha. Hindi mo kayang ibigay kay Ben ang

kayang ibigay ng girlfriend niya. Sa susunod na sumulat ka pa sa akin,

ipapasagasa kita sa pison!!!

Ate C

Check This Out !!!

A BIRTHDAY POEM

Our Birthday comes once a year
creeping up on us, we all cheer
We all enjoy this special day
and celebrate it, our own way

A beautiful Birthday wish for you
and all your dreams become real too
Now is the time, to ask for your dreams
this day is lucky, so it seems

Another year, crept up on you
not just a year older, but wiser too!
God placed his hand upon our shoulder
our health and life, God is the holder

Ask your wish, it may come true
I know at our age, it's definitely due
Close your eyes, wish good and hard
I hope you enjoy your Birthday card..

HUWAG PO ITAY !!!

Huwag Po Itay....

Nais kong ibahagi sa inyo ang namagitan sa amin ng aking itay isang gabi. Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang gabing iyon. Malakas ang ulan

noon nguni't maalinsangan ang simoy ng hangin.

Ako ay nagsusuklay sa aking silid, katatapos ko pa lamang maligo at nakatapis pa lamang noon . Narinig kong kumakatok si Itay sa aking pinto. Nang sagutin ko ang pagkatok niya ay sinabi niya na kailangan daw naming mag-usap at humiling na papasukin siya. Binuksan ko ang pinto at siya'y kagyat na pumasok sa aking silid.

Laking pagkagulat ko nang ipinid niya at susian ang pinto. Hinawakan ni Itay ang aking mga kamay, hinaplos-haplos niya ang aking buhok, ang aking mukha, pinaraan niya ang kanyang mga daliri sa aking kilay, sa aking mga pisngi,sa aking mga labi. Napasigaw ako.

"ITAY, huwag, huwag! Ako'y inyong anak! Utang na loob, Itay!" Nguni't parang walang narinig ang aking Itay. Ipinagpatuloy niya ang kanyang ginagawa. Ipinikit ko na lamang ang aking mga mata dahil ayaw kong makita ang mukha ng aking ama habang ipinagpapatuloy niya ang kanyang ginagawa sa akin.

Naririnig ko si Inay sumisigaw habang binabayo ang pinto at nagpipilit na ito'y buksan, "Hayop ka! hayop ka! Huwag mong gawin iyan sa anak mo! Huwag mong sirain ang kanyang kinabukasan".

Subalit wala ring nagawa si Inay, hindi rin siya pinakinggan ni Itay. Nanatili na lamang akong walang katinag-tinag at ipinaubaya ko na lamang ang aking sarili sa anumang gustong gawin ng aking Itay.

Pagkalipas ng ilang oras ay tumigil na rin ang aking Itay. Iniharap niya ako sa salamin ay ganoon na lamang ang aking pagkamangha at pagkagulat sa aking nakita. Magaling naman palang mag-make-up si Itay.

Nang gabing iyon ay nagtapat sa akin ang aking ama. Bakla pala siya. Labis akong nagalak sa galing at husay ng aking ama. Naisip ko na matutuwa ang aking boyfriend dahil lalo akong gumanda ngayon. Niyakap ko si Itay at pareho kaming napaluha sa labis na kagalakan. Masaya na kami ngayon at nabubuhay nang matiwasay.

Lovingly yours,

BADONG

PARA SA MGA ANAK !!!

Pinakamamahal kung Anak,

Naipadala ko na pala yung 50 thousand pesos na pang tuition fee mo, pinagbili na
namin ang mga kalabaw natin. Ang mahal pala ng kursong COUNTER STRIKE,
wala na din pala tayong baboy naibenta na din para dun sa sinasabi mo na
project nyo na NOKIA N75, ang mahal naman ng project nayun. Kasama din ang 7
thousand dun para sa field trip nyo sa MALL OF ASIA, anak malayo ba yun mag
ingat kasa pagbibiyahe mo ha, isasanla pala namin ang palayan natin para
mabili na yong instrumentong I-POD na kinakailangan mo sa laboratory nyo.
Anak komportable kaba jan sa boarding house mo saan ba kamu dyan sa VICTORIA
COURT maganda ba dyan di ba mainit jan. Anak kamusta na pala yung
group project nyo na SANMIG LIGHT napailaw nyo na ba? mataas ba nakuha nyong
gradodun.

Anak sana bago pa maubos ang lahat lahat ng arian natin ay maka gradweyt
kana, walong taon ba talaga ang kurso mo sa SECRETARIAL, sana pag graweyt mo
makakuha ka ng trabaho kaagad kagaya ng manager ng kumpanya para mabawi
natin ang mga ari arian natin sa sanglaan. ay sya nga pala anak diba sabi
mo sa JOLLIBEE / McDONALD ka palagi kumakain ok ba naman sayo ang mga ulam
dyan baka hindi masarap kawawa ka naman.Eh yung school bus nyo na TAXI
sabihin mo sa driver mag ingat cya sa pag dri-drive.

Anak hanggang dito nalang at sa susunod ay ipapadala ko sayo ang pera na
pambili mo ng ALTIS na gagamitin mo sa VACANT SUBJECT mo.

Ang nagmamahal

Tanga mong magulang

Itang at Inang
P.S. Anak sana masagasaan ka ng Pison para matigil na ang panloloko mo.