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jhoanneh
Tidbits
Joan Ponsica
22 years old
Santa Isabel College


sweet talks
scrapbooking!br> writing & blogging
reading books of danny brown and bob ong
browsing the net
writing stuff and this
playing scrabble...hehehe
take a nap
chatting with friends
go out with sandy
eating

Dar Links

chic and pretty
friendster
delicious ambiguity


Sincere Thanks

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Brushes:DayDreamed



Memories
April 2005
 October 2005
 November 2005
 December 2005
 January 2006
 February 2006
 May 2006
 June 2006
 July 2006
 August 2006
 September 2006

Loathes

when im craving for sweets and cant find one
irritated with sandy
riding the PUJ
irate clients
dumb-founded
traffic in EDSA
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Playing Now

my favourite songs


life with dreams: Sunday, October 02, 2005

 



Ever since I was a child all I can think of is how did my parents raise a children of five without complaining how naughty and worthless we are. Mom does the household twenty-four hours a day without hearing a single word from her. Dad does the work outside twenty-five hours a day (well only if he could), without a whine when he arrives. Instead, he rang his horn enthusiastically to inform us that he is home with of course with some gifts for us like a can of candies or a box of chocolates. As he enters the front door, he will spread his arm widely and ready to give us a big hug, a father�s love. Then my mom will come out from the kitchen, wipe her wet hands with her dirty apron and offers her check for a quick kiss. She will then get his things and asks how was his day outside with a very sweet smile, a wife�s love.



 



Mom will then fix the table for a simple and a mouth-watering dinner and she will always make sure that we are all together before settling to her chair, a mother�s love. We will then share a wonderful evening with endless chat of anything that happens the whole day. My elder brother would tell us his escapades with his friends. The second will tell her nonstop story of how did school goes along with her. The third one will then interrupt and tell everyone that what happen to her that day was so fun and exciting. The fourth boy then will laugh at her and tease her of their boring days because he thought that what did happen to him that day was much more stirring. Then everybody stops for a moment and give a stare to the youngest, waiting for her story. She will then give a confuse look to them and ask �why?� then the rest of the family will burst in laughter because just her innocent gaze is worth a great story.



 



It was then a great love in each of the family that filled the whole dining room. I can hear their laugh, echoing in my ears. I can hear their footsteps as they chasing each other and calling mom and dad for help. Then mom and dad will utter a sweet and but demanding word to stop then and settle to their chair. What a very happy and perfect family it was. Then I have realized that my mind has gone so far to dream for a perfect family I am dreaming to have. Well, I hope it was about my family that I am writing now.



 









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