Trixie Cruz: 44 Cutesy-Stalker Proof (not guaranteed) Questions

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original posted on Facebook on February 15, 2009

Answer these 44 questions by copying and pasting my question and answers into your own notes and then changing the answers.

 Note from Trixie: I know I’m doing waaaaaaaaaay too many of these things, just goes to show I'm FBing too much. But I love to read the ones that come back, so please, please write back.

1.Do you like blue cheese? -- Do birds fly? Is the Pope Catholic? Is Obama black?

2. Have you ever smoked? -- Yes. I quit.

3. Do you own a gun? -- I refuse to answer on the ground that I may incriminate myself.

Trixie Cruz: He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on December 01, 2008

(www.projectpearls.org)

Am I my brother's keeper?

The other day, I walked past a man -- a boy really, sleeping in the street. He lay amid a pile of garbage exhausted from his daily race to survive.

I was busy, I had places to go. I had done it before -- walked past the least fortunate among us, trying to dismiss them from my mind. I too have my own race to run, a family to provide for, a nation to save. Things to do!

But not that day.

Trixie Cruz: God's Loan

In 1999 before I buried my daughter, another mother handed this poem to me. She too had lost a child some years before. She told me that one never truly gets over it, but the understanding of others sometimes helps.

God’s Loan

by Edgar Albert Guest

"I'll send you for a little time,

A child of mine," He said,

"For you to love the while she lives

And mourn for when she's dead.

"It may six or seven years

Or twenty-two or three,

But will you till I call her back,

Take care of her for me?

"She'll bring her charms to gladden you

And should her stay be brief,

You'll have these precious memories,

As solace for your grief.

Trixie Cruz: Two Poems of Death

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), sister of the artist Dante Gabriel Rosetti, was a Victorian poet whose themes of death are widely quoted. I selected these two for their message that the dead too feel the pain of separation that the living suffer, and it is this awareness that make the departed want only to be forgotten.

When I am Dead

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree.

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on as if in pain.

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.

Trixie Cruz: Listen

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on November 15, 2008

One evening he spoke.

Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard.

"My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be...

That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you,

but the thing in me that will make me able to get them.

That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it

-- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."

The girl smiled and asked: "Do you think I'm prettier than Maggie Kelly?"

He got up. He said nothing and walked out of the house. He never saw that girl again.

Gail Wynand, who prided himself on never needing a lesson twice,

did not fall in love again in the years that followed.

-Ayn Rand, "The Fountainhead"

Listen, please. Children will do this too. Sometimes they will tell you their deepest darkest fears. You may not recognize the feeling because it’s hidden in words like, "He stomped on my foot" or "I don’t want to go to school." They are telling you they are afraid. And when a child puts this much faith in you, places his very existence into your hands, you do not -- I repeat -- do not say, "Shhh, I can't hear the TV!"

Or what about your friend, the guy who simply laughs when asked if he's gay and suffers through snide remarks and hisses of, "bading..." Listen to him. He doesn't say he suffers, but if you listened, you will hear the anguish in that smile.

Trixie Cruz: IFs

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on February 10, 2009

Ok, you guys, 'tis the season to be mushy. You know how this works.

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Chi started hers with an aria from the Kamasutra, so will begin mine with a fragment of poetry:

There is

By my leaning over the precipice

Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion

My finding the secret

Of loving you

Always for the first time

"Always for the the First Time"

by Andre Breton

( a Kalinga couple)

One word to describe each of your past lovers?

Educational

Biggest turn-on you have ever experienced?

One look from him, from across the floor, knowing that at that moment we were both thinking the same thing -- that I missed him and he missed me in the two minutes it had taken him to leave my side and cross the room.

The most erotic thing a man can wear?

Uniform -- o my gosh, I am going to get killed for this, which is why, I won't say WHAT kind it is...

Sexiest dream you have ever had?

Walking with you shoulder to shoulder (it wasn't what we were doing, it’s what we wanted to do that counts)

Sexiest hotel room?

A mountainside with a view of the distant sea

Name a person/s you were attracted to but should not have been for some reason?

One of my best friends... (this is another one of those the-less-said-the-better-things)

Describe a romantic evening that did not involve sex?

Talking until dawn, then listening to you breathe...

One object that could best represent or express love?

Your jacket, when it was cold or your arm when I was going down the stairs.

Most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you?

"I stayed up all night watching you sleep."

A line in your pre-nuptial agreement?

I don’t have one, but we agreed that if we did, we would have put in, "but I though YOU were rich!!!"

The greatest regret in your romantic life?

Hurting someone who loved me in a way that changed him forever.

How would you finish the phrase "A life without love..."

... is unthinkable.

A meal that represents your current love life, what's on the menu?

Oatmeal. Good for the heart. It’s flavored, ok?

Metaphor to sum up your love life?

Like climbing a steep mountainside... you either fall or you fly.

To know more about Trixie Cruz Angeles, check out: I AM TRIXIE CRUZ

Trixie Cruz: Pied Pipers

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on July 18, 2008

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Mr. Tambourine Man

By Bob Dylan

I caught a video on YouTube of a touchingly young Bob Dylan, looking frail and shy. In it, he is singing Mr. Tambourine Man at the Newport Folk Festival in 1964. To date, he has been performing for over thirty years and his genius is undiminished. The song, now a classic, is vintage Dylan.

Many speculate that it is about the dependence of a druggie on his dealer since it speaks of being taken "disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow." But to think so would be to buttonhole the universality of message that is characteristic of Dylan.

Trixie Cruz: Dylan's My Back Pages

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)
Original post on July 12, 2008

(source: bobdylan.com)

Bob Dylan's songs are anthems for an age when the young realized that they were going to inherit a world bent on destruction. So, unlike their parents, they raised their voices against war, saying, "Hell, no, we won' go." In this country, they railed against old entrenched politicians who asked questions like, "What are we in power for?" To which the youth responded, "Ibagsak!"

Trixie Cruz: Kids

Those were the days my friend,

We thought they'd never end,

We'd sing and dance, forever and a day

We lived the life we choose,

We'd fight, we'd never lose,

For we were young and sure to have our way...

Those Were the Days

Col. Manuel "Peewee" Cruz,

Philippine Air Force, 1954,

8th Fighter Squadron, Basa Airbase

My father was born on 25 June 1927. He was a teenager when the World War II broke out and he joined the guerilla movement, becoming a member of the Philippine Scouts. Years later, he was made a US citizen for his wartime efforts. He had told me that he was barely sixteen when he joined the guerillas and he did so in retaliation for Japanese atrocities in Bulacan. He was among the other guerillas who ambushed a large contingent of the enemy before taking to the hills.

And here is where I usually stop to think. Papa was 16 and he was fighting for his country at great risk to his life. The heroes of the Philippine Revolution were all young too. Del Pilar was a boy general and martyr at 21, Aguinaldo was President of the Republic at 30, Bonifacio was 29 when he and Ladislao Diwa and Teodoro Plata founded the Katipunan and he was dead at 34.

Trixie Cruz: Rebecca

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

INQUIRER.net

Original post on January 28, 2008

Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing

Ang bantay ko'y tala

Ang tanod ko'y bituin

Sa piling ni Nanay

Langit ang buhay

Puso kong may dusa

Sabik sa ugoy ng duyan mo Inay

Sana narito ka Inay

“Sa Ugoy ng Duyan” - Lyrics by Levi Celerio, Music by Lucio San Pedro,

When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother,

What would I be?

“Que Sera, Sera”- Lyrics by Jay Livingston, Music by Ray Evans

Once upon a time a little girl was born with a birth defect so severe, no less than four major operations were necessary for her to have a chance to grow normally. After those four operations, she was to undergo another three, after four years. The birth defect is known as VACTERL association, which is a group of birth defects that appear together in children of diabetic mothers or children born with chromosomal defects. She had the latter.

Trixie Cruz: New Uncertainties

By Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

INQUIRER.net

First Posted January 03, 2008

“Mr. E: There are very few stable futures, boy. The way my father told it to me, the future is a series of infinitely branching possibilities. When we walk it, we walk down the most probable paths, those with the greatest likelihood of occurring. But nothing in the future is definite. Some are periods of great flux — the next hundred years or so are a wash of conflicting events. Others are relatively stable — so that almost any path you walk takes you to the same universe.”

- The Books of Magic By Neil Gaiman

Each New Year, by tradition, is filled with hope. By the grace of God and through the solar calendar, we are given the opportunity to begin anew every twelve months. In the same way that the earth goes through its life cycles of birth, flowering, fertility and death, we are taken along for the ride and are given this small gift of renewal.

True we are not phoenixes. We don’t actually die. But as we are told in Catholic doctrine, we can be born again in spirit. Interestingly, in Babylon, the New Year was celebrated around the time of the vernal equinox , To this day we celebrate it in Christendom as Easter, Pasko ng Bagong Buhay in Filipino, when we celebrate Christ’s conquest of death, and when we ourselves are renewed in spirit.