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Saturday, 24 March 2012

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.

Friday, 16 March 2012

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.

Friday, 9 March 2012

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.

Friday, 2 March 2012

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.