Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Autumn Rose- Page 7
Most of the stories that I will narrate to you on the following pages are mostly flashbacks from the past. Not that I don't like the future. There are interesting anecdotes and moral lessons in the past and well you wont believe that our present history is always a flashback from the past generation. Don't you know that? Are you not aware that our history in he making is actually blast from 15th Century and from the time of Roosevelt?
Our economy, or the world's economy is being patterned time after time during the Depression era. Our politicians, ecnomists and historians based their formula and configurations on those familiar events. They bring in new datas but somehow they based comparison with the past agenda and then conclude that our economy is actually better than before. Really?
I don't think so. I think what we are doing now is all access to accelerate all the God's given formula to succeed from yesterday's ashes. Then build new ones from those old formula. That what we have is just "repeating" those talents at last making the product or output of equal importance from the past. Everything was just mere imitation. Nothing's original until such time that "there could ONLY BE ONE."
That ONE whoever that humanoid is the ultimate answer to divine theory of existence. That person who will exist without anybody of us here. For that living entity can stand alone and withstand the test of time no matter what. That life on earth will continue even if all the natural and un-natural resources are gone. And that's a total BS!
Can life exist without anybody to co-relate to? If there is no web of life, the cycle of existence? Who can live without anybody to talk to? Who amongst you can live and relive without another human or animals to turn to? Just plants.
Only plants have the ability to stand all the trials and tribulations in this world.
Only plants have the ability to cure your ailments.
Only plants have the ability to exist without help from human beings and animals.
You may never know that you are actually a product of a plant.
IN THE BEGINNING.
Our economy, or the world's economy is being patterned time after time during the Depression era. Our politicians, ecnomists and historians based their formula and configurations on those familiar events. They bring in new datas but somehow they based comparison with the past agenda and then conclude that our economy is actually better than before. Really?
I don't think so. I think what we are doing now is all access to accelerate all the God's given formula to succeed from yesterday's ashes. Then build new ones from those old formula. That what we have is just "repeating" those talents at last making the product or output of equal importance from the past. Everything was just mere imitation. Nothing's original until such time that "there could ONLY BE ONE."
That ONE whoever that humanoid is the ultimate answer to divine theory of existence. That person who will exist without anybody of us here. For that living entity can stand alone and withstand the test of time no matter what. That life on earth will continue even if all the natural and un-natural resources are gone. And that's a total BS!
Can life exist without anybody to co-relate to? If there is no web of life, the cycle of existence? Who can live without anybody to talk to? Who amongst you can live and relive without another human or animals to turn to? Just plants.
Only plants have the ability to stand all the trials and tribulations in this world.
Only plants have the ability to cure your ailments.
Only plants have the ability to exist without help from human beings and animals.
You may never know that you are actually a product of a plant.
IN THE BEGINNING.
Autumn Rose - Page 6
I don't know what year this episode of my life that is not so ordinary but in that year I can able to identify who are the characters in this chapter although for privacy reasons I have to hide their names. To protect their identities of course.
A friend invited me to attend a memorial for their neighbour who died. In my criousity I asked what she died of? Natural death, sickness or other related ailments? What is the real cause of her death? Actually my aquaintance was adamant to tell me the cause of death. From what she heard, or from rumors and mongering that the woman died of suicide. She killed herself. So while we are at the chapel I looked around. There are not much people in there. The crowd is small just me, my friend, the sisters of the dead person. The chapel looks like it is not a Catholic church. I do not know what kind of religion they have.
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman inside the coffin. Looks like the coffin was custombuilt for her. She was wearing white long dress. Maybe it was her wedding dress? But why? I didn't ask any one of them. Thinking and answering to my inquiries belong to me...only to me. I was in deep thoughts asking myself again why this very beautiful woman will commit suicide. Then I looked at her three sisters who were present at the memorial, they are all blessed with good looks, they are stunning. They should be in the movies for their face are captivating you know good for showbizness. They don't need to wear make up. They have the good genes, fair complexion, they are mestizas, perfect nose, their height over 5 feet 3 or 5'4 ft and the other one is probably 5'2 but her posture is a little bit akward because she usually hides her face like as if very shy. Their dead sister has the same feature. She is very slim. Poor woman. I have my sympathy on her and her other sisters.
Then I heard somebody, " lift the coffin, touch it." What? Me? Do I have to touch the coffin? Wait a minute what are they going to do? They moved the coffin from its pedestal or stand and put it on the floor and then opened the whole cover from head to foot. My eyes are widening asking myself what kind of ceremony they are about to perform. I moved away. I started praying quietly. This is the 4th time that I viewed a dead person and everytime it seems families of the departed have different rituals to commemorate their dead loved ones.
Later on, one of the girls, not the sister said that the woman inside the casket committed suicide because she was battered most of the time by the foolish husband. She was unable to live the normal life and been a martyr all her short life and then she ended her life ---tragic! There she is peacefully at last.
How many women have been into martyrdom? In this year and age of modern technology, there are so many battered women out there and some of them you wont believe are women who are in showbiz. Lately Fran D. admitted she was abused and raped. And she blurted out in front of all the viewers on TV. So, if they were raped why on earth they cannot report it to the police and file charges and then have these maniacs send to death row? That's the only way to show solidarity to these women whose voice are seldom unheard of. They need bigger, louder voice to keep them back to sanity and normal function of the society where they live.
A friend invited me to attend a memorial for their neighbour who died. In my criousity I asked what she died of? Natural death, sickness or other related ailments? What is the real cause of her death? Actually my aquaintance was adamant to tell me the cause of death. From what she heard, or from rumors and mongering that the woman died of suicide. She killed herself. So while we are at the chapel I looked around. There are not much people in there. The crowd is small just me, my friend, the sisters of the dead person. The chapel looks like it is not a Catholic church. I do not know what kind of religion they have.
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman inside the coffin. Looks like the coffin was custombuilt for her. She was wearing white long dress. Maybe it was her wedding dress? But why? I didn't ask any one of them. Thinking and answering to my inquiries belong to me...only to me. I was in deep thoughts asking myself again why this very beautiful woman will commit suicide. Then I looked at her three sisters who were present at the memorial, they are all blessed with good looks, they are stunning. They should be in the movies for their face are captivating you know good for showbizness. They don't need to wear make up. They have the good genes, fair complexion, they are mestizas, perfect nose, their height over 5 feet 3 or 5'4 ft and the other one is probably 5'2 but her posture is a little bit akward because she usually hides her face like as if very shy. Their dead sister has the same feature. She is very slim. Poor woman. I have my sympathy on her and her other sisters.
Then I heard somebody, " lift the coffin, touch it." What? Me? Do I have to touch the coffin? Wait a minute what are they going to do? They moved the coffin from its pedestal or stand and put it on the floor and then opened the whole cover from head to foot. My eyes are widening asking myself what kind of ceremony they are about to perform. I moved away. I started praying quietly. This is the 4th time that I viewed a dead person and everytime it seems families of the departed have different rituals to commemorate their dead loved ones.
Later on, one of the girls, not the sister said that the woman inside the casket committed suicide because she was battered most of the time by the foolish husband. She was unable to live the normal life and been a martyr all her short life and then she ended her life ---tragic! There she is peacefully at last.
How many women have been into martyrdom? In this year and age of modern technology, there are so many battered women out there and some of them you wont believe are women who are in showbiz. Lately Fran D. admitted she was abused and raped. And she blurted out in front of all the viewers on TV. So, if they were raped why on earth they cannot report it to the police and file charges and then have these maniacs send to death row? That's the only way to show solidarity to these women whose voice are seldom unheard of. They need bigger, louder voice to keep them back to sanity and normal function of the society where they live.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page 5
NOTE: Page 3 & Page 4 I preferred to have them not be seen or read because it is SUSPENSE! The theme for those 2 pages are for suspense and mystery.
I could post some of my written part fiction story here but would rather have to decline and have my dream the other day. It was not an ordinary one. This is the second time that I have dreamed of her. Before I narrate the first dream about this very fascinating blessed lady let me have my dream of her last Sunday, at a very early Sunday morning even before sunrise.
The scene of the dream was in a Catholic Church. The church is empty, there is no other parishioners inside except me. I was holding on to this small petri dish shaped like a boat measuring about 3 inches . The petri dish is made of pyrex glass. For some reason I do not know nor have a clue why it's on my hand. While I was at the middle of the aisle in between benches, I decided to place the petri dish in an open drawer where the psalm books are placed. There is no psalm book whatsoever in there and I started asking why and what's going on. Just as I placed the small empty pyrex dish ...the Virgin Mary appeared on the left side of the bench. I was frightened at first. I stared at her first thought she'll make a move. Turned out it was only her statue wearing all white long dress with white veil. Then all of a sudden something kind of bright light appeared almost blinding my vision and I end up in a bath tub.
O my God! I found it very giddy because the bath tub scene reminds me of the movie "The Fountain." I haven't seen the movie yet only trailers on You tube. Now it makes me curious to watch the whole movie.
Next I want to relate the first dream that I had with the Virgin Mary once again. I was out walking and jogging then on my way I met Waiwai and I asked her why she's all alone by herself. "Where is your mom?" In which she replied politely that Lana was in their home. I didn't ask any further to prolong the conversation besides I do not want to be nosy asking more questions. I went home only to find my sewing machine (the old sewing machine set with a stand and a flat board attach on the left side of the table and with a wooden case) standing there at the terrace not inside the house. Underneath the sewing machine table the statue of Virgin Mary appeared in a flash without anybody moving it there. I don't know how that happened. Then luggage were on the floor filled with Goldilocks cake, pastries and candies.
I know it's weird. My dreams are all weird and odd.
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AUTUMN ROSE is a novel in progress written for internet readers.
Originally written by yours truly, E. Verna Turner
I could post some of my written part fiction story here but would rather have to decline and have my dream the other day. It was not an ordinary one. This is the second time that I have dreamed of her. Before I narrate the first dream about this very fascinating blessed lady let me have my dream of her last Sunday, at a very early Sunday morning even before sunrise.
The scene of the dream was in a Catholic Church. The church is empty, there is no other parishioners inside except me. I was holding on to this small petri dish shaped like a boat measuring about 3 inches . The petri dish is made of pyrex glass. For some reason I do not know nor have a clue why it's on my hand. While I was at the middle of the aisle in between benches, I decided to place the petri dish in an open drawer where the psalm books are placed. There is no psalm book whatsoever in there and I started asking why and what's going on. Just as I placed the small empty pyrex dish ...the Virgin Mary appeared on the left side of the bench. I was frightened at first. I stared at her first thought she'll make a move. Turned out it was only her statue wearing all white long dress with white veil. Then all of a sudden something kind of bright light appeared almost blinding my vision and I end up in a bath tub.
O my God! I found it very giddy because the bath tub scene reminds me of the movie "The Fountain." I haven't seen the movie yet only trailers on You tube. Now it makes me curious to watch the whole movie.
Next I want to relate the first dream that I had with the Virgin Mary once again. I was out walking and jogging then on my way I met Waiwai and I asked her why she's all alone by herself. "Where is your mom?" In which she replied politely that Lana was in their home. I didn't ask any further to prolong the conversation besides I do not want to be nosy asking more questions. I went home only to find my sewing machine (the old sewing machine set with a stand and a flat board attach on the left side of the table and with a wooden case) standing there at the terrace not inside the house. Underneath the sewing machine table the statue of Virgin Mary appeared in a flash without anybody moving it there. I don't know how that happened. Then luggage were on the floor filled with Goldilocks cake, pastries and candies.
I know it's weird. My dreams are all weird and odd.
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AUTUMN ROSE is a novel in progress written for internet readers.
Originally written by yours truly, E. Verna Turner
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Autumn Rose - Page Two
What to post today when almost everyone have the same story. It is time to be different from them all. something hilarious, something ludicrous? Let me try this one:
Mr. Smart: Dam how come you have your crown on your belly?
Mr. Dam : Oh, I do not know where to put the crown.
Mr. Smart: Hello! Are you out of your mind?
Mr. Dam: You mean I have to place it on my head?
Mr. Smart : Damn if you know. Dumb if you don't.
Note: Calligraphy or cartoon animated or graphic strip on this part of the page. Picture to help the visionaries. Oh they are vsionaries therefore they can see the future.
Or I can add my picture photo of me and another friend from the island. Make my story enhancing to the point that we really climb the mountain and viewed some statues. We did actually. Three of us, women of curiousities. Our morning spent first attending the city's Catholic church then off we go to the ferry. From the ferry's dock we rode a hydrofoil. It was such a fantastic boat that is similar to a catamaran. Whew! I just couldn't believe the speed of this one of a kind very extra ordinaire boat. I felt like in super jet in a speed of sound, that was quick and fast. I almost succumbed to the pit of vertigo. Many of the passengers mostly tourists: Chinese, Japanese, Europeans, British, and Filipinos. We're in awe and shocked a bit...suddenly there are several passengers having nausea, others vomitted good that there are available disposable bags for them to vomit. With my chewing gum in my mouth helps alleviate the tendency to fall into the trap. It helps me keep my stand and my strong legs able to keep fit with the rambaucious waves. I'm still young, strong and smart I think that the spinning doesn't bother me.
On that small island called Lantau (meaning Walang Tao - No human being?) If that's the kind of definition for the Chinese I don't have a clue. I have my own definition for everything. There are no vehicles around. Everyone walks. People are polite, courteous, friendly and accomodating. They are slim, I haven't seen anybody fat. They seemed happy contented people. There are no tall buildings. The tallest buildings are only 3 storry ones with stores or groceries at the basement. Too many open market stalls selling fresh fruits and vegetables, fish and poultry. I felt like I was in the Philippines. Loving the atmosphere, the air is crisp and it is not really hot. Mild temperature and we really enjoyed the view. I bought fresh flowers and then we climbed up and used the stairs. Stayed for a while, sit down on the concrete bench and took photographs. Then walked three more blocks and there we spotted the Monastery. A friend of mine who knew the priest and other missionaries introduced us and we are ushered to the dining hall. It was lunchtime. Watermelons were served. There are too many school girls and boys who are participating in the mission conference. Good for them. They have to propagate the Catholic religion. More picture taking happening. The last session was me > beside those gumamela plants beside the stairs. Red gumamela not pink.
Back to the ferry and rode the hydrofoil again and arrived at home tired and writing the many memories that faithful climb had in me throughout the day losing few lbs. is a good trade off ... being slim is in. I hate being fat. I don't wanna be a loser. It is being fat that you get so sick and the cause of so many ailments like high BP or collecting cholesterol.
Note: The face of Lantau Island is probably not the same scenery now after 20 years.
Mr. Smart: Dam how come you have your crown on your belly?
Mr. Dam : Oh, I do not know where to put the crown.
Mr. Smart: Hello! Are you out of your mind?
Mr. Dam: You mean I have to place it on my head?
Mr. Smart : Damn if you know. Dumb if you don't.
Note: Calligraphy or cartoon animated or graphic strip on this part of the page. Picture to help the visionaries. Oh they are vsionaries therefore they can see the future.
Or I can add my picture photo of me and another friend from the island. Make my story enhancing to the point that we really climb the mountain and viewed some statues. We did actually. Three of us, women of curiousities. Our morning spent first attending the city's Catholic church then off we go to the ferry. From the ferry's dock we rode a hydrofoil. It was such a fantastic boat that is similar to a catamaran. Whew! I just couldn't believe the speed of this one of a kind very extra ordinaire boat. I felt like in super jet in a speed of sound, that was quick and fast. I almost succumbed to the pit of vertigo. Many of the passengers mostly tourists: Chinese, Japanese, Europeans, British, and Filipinos. We're in awe and shocked a bit...suddenly there are several passengers having nausea, others vomitted good that there are available disposable bags for them to vomit. With my chewing gum in my mouth helps alleviate the tendency to fall into the trap. It helps me keep my stand and my strong legs able to keep fit with the rambaucious waves. I'm still young, strong and smart I think that the spinning doesn't bother me.
On that small island called Lantau (meaning Walang Tao - No human being?) If that's the kind of definition for the Chinese I don't have a clue. I have my own definition for everything. There are no vehicles around. Everyone walks. People are polite, courteous, friendly and accomodating. They are slim, I haven't seen anybody fat. They seemed happy contented people. There are no tall buildings. The tallest buildings are only 3 storry ones with stores or groceries at the basement. Too many open market stalls selling fresh fruits and vegetables, fish and poultry. I felt like I was in the Philippines. Loving the atmosphere, the air is crisp and it is not really hot. Mild temperature and we really enjoyed the view. I bought fresh flowers and then we climbed up and used the stairs. Stayed for a while, sit down on the concrete bench and took photographs. Then walked three more blocks and there we spotted the Monastery. A friend of mine who knew the priest and other missionaries introduced us and we are ushered to the dining hall. It was lunchtime. Watermelons were served. There are too many school girls and boys who are participating in the mission conference. Good for them. They have to propagate the Catholic religion. More picture taking happening. The last session was me > beside those gumamela plants beside the stairs. Red gumamela not pink.
Back to the ferry and rode the hydrofoil again and arrived at home tired and writing the many memories that faithful climb had in me throughout the day losing few lbs. is a good trade off ... being slim is in. I hate being fat. I don't wanna be a loser. It is being fat that you get so sick and the cause of so many ailments like high BP or collecting cholesterol.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
AUTUMN ROSE
The most amazing awesome part of writing a story or novel is the REJECTION. Hep! don't say a word because it is the truth. We do learned so much when we are rejected. In rejections you keep on seeking and finding the best way or solution to what is really wrong. There are so many wrong and so many wronged. How you can make them right? And that's proven to be of a CHALLENGE to some people I know. They learned to find ways and better route to that task. It will make you stubborn. Most of all it can make you THINK like a tank. Think tank.
Oh my what a boring life we have in this very small island with boring people. I have to find some kind of enjoyment such as providing my own spectacle of entertainment. I first thought that having another family to be with me in this lonely island will help me alleviate those needs of super drama, comedy , and sort of reality life enhancement but so far so good they are into their own reality of seeking other pathways to their own oblivion. My bad. Why I have them here for? Did I make a wrong choice? I have chosen a wrong family to help me? Oh darn. What a LOST cause.
For them to tell me HELP YOURSELF! Are they out of their minds? I took them here and then they told me such an insulting statement. I could close the whole island with no ferry boats goin' in and out. No bridge for you guys to get in to another island. Worst of all there will be black out from then on whenever I pleased.
The reason why you are chosen here in the island is for you to be civilized not to be piggies. Everytime you become piggies you end up like a lechon. There are too many trees, too many wood for you to bury the dead if there'll be. Everytime you set fire or have that cremation you end up with too many dustmites. You are propagating the many kryptococcus and they are toxic. You'll be breathing them , they will be on the air, on our water. And you'll drink them. They never die then you'll have that stubborn skin diseases that never go away. Cancerous! It is. You'll be hearing voices, you think you are paranoid but you are not... that's natural. You can really hear the atoms you know. Unfortunately you wont see them. Your eyes are not meant to be high-powered calibre electron microscope.
Cremation is double death. Oh yeah you can have those dust or ashes inside your gas tank so that it strikes like an engine and broom broom your vehicle is ready to burn the dustmites once again. That's how it originates. The power that runs your cylinder are dead people.
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Oh my what a boring life we have in this very small island with boring people. I have to find some kind of enjoyment such as providing my own spectacle of entertainment. I first thought that having another family to be with me in this lonely island will help me alleviate those needs of super drama, comedy , and sort of reality life enhancement but so far so good they are into their own reality of seeking other pathways to their own oblivion. My bad. Why I have them here for? Did I make a wrong choice? I have chosen a wrong family to help me? Oh darn. What a LOST cause.
For them to tell me HELP YOURSELF! Are they out of their minds? I took them here and then they told me such an insulting statement. I could close the whole island with no ferry boats goin' in and out. No bridge for you guys to get in to another island. Worst of all there will be black out from then on whenever I pleased.
The reason why you are chosen here in the island is for you to be civilized not to be piggies. Everytime you become piggies you end up like a lechon. There are too many trees, too many wood for you to bury the dead if there'll be. Everytime you set fire or have that cremation you end up with too many dustmites. You are propagating the many kryptococcus and they are toxic. You'll be breathing them , they will be on the air, on our water. And you'll drink them. They never die then you'll have that stubborn skin diseases that never go away. Cancerous! It is. You'll be hearing voices, you think you are paranoid but you are not... that's natural. You can really hear the atoms you know. Unfortunately you wont see them. Your eyes are not meant to be high-powered calibre electron microscope.
Cremation is double death. Oh yeah you can have those dust or ashes inside your gas tank so that it strikes like an engine and broom broom your vehicle is ready to burn the dustmites once again. That's how it originates. The power that runs your cylinder are dead people.
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Monday, September 27, 2010
The Challenge?
WHY MY FAMILY IS EXTRA ORDINARY? Really? You want me to tell you why my FAMILY is extra ordinary? Wow! Being repetitious here. Do I need to start from the very beginning as far as I can remember? Just for the amount of $100 I will tell the whole world why my family is EXTRA ORDINARY. lol.
For God sake! Are you out of your mind? But it was an extra-ordinary challenge. I could start from 18th Century if you don't mind. And $100 is not that much but I know it's you who wants that $100.00 .
But I want you to look at the Canadian C$100.00 bill and find out the codes in its denomination. If you could able to identify the C O D E S in it I will tell you my family's biography and I want you Loralee to tell us the whole world who you are really.
No I am not a racist but I think I know who you are and where you came from. Honestly. I admire your love for Matthew. Every second and minute of your life is focus on Matt. You cannot turn back the hands of time but you can re-arrange everything in chronological order. Just like the maze and puzzles that only an autistic child have the effort to organize them.
WEAPON is a good song you know. Unfortunately I am not a pawn.
For God sake! Are you out of your mind? But it was an extra-ordinary challenge. I could start from 18th Century if you don't mind. And $100 is not that much but I know it's you who wants that $100.00 .
But I want you to look at the Canadian C$100.00 bill and find out the codes in its denomination. If you could able to identify the C O D E S in it I will tell you my family's biography and I want you Loralee to tell us the whole world who you are really.
No I am not a racist but I think I know who you are and where you came from. Honestly. I admire your love for Matthew. Every second and minute of your life is focus on Matt. You cannot turn back the hands of time but you can re-arrange everything in chronological order. Just like the maze and puzzles that only an autistic child have the effort to organize them.
WEAPON is a good song you know. Unfortunately I am not a pawn.
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