Mind Speak

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February 17, 2009
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It was a hot weather last night so I decided to sleep outside my room and sleep in the terrace and when I woke up this morning I felt the sun light in my skin and it was so hot already then I remember that it was only a month before summer that’s why In this blog I want to share some of my happiest summer, Before you read this I believed that you’ve seen the “BORACAY BEACH” so you can visualized what I’m talking about… Hehe, With its white sand beach, balmy weather, and warm, crystalline waters it’s like a hypnotic magnet. In this tiny, butterfly-shaped island at the north western tip of Panay in Western Visayas, Philippines Days can be spent simply lazing on the beach while nights are for indulging in the tropical party lifestyle. The best part of the island is the White Beach hailed as the “finest beach in the world.” The surrounding water is shallow and the sand is finer and brighter than most beaches in the archipelago. White Beach is so, soooo fine! it feels like treading on miles of baby powder! There is an undeniably easy atmosphere in the island, where walking barefoot is the rule. Even swinging discos have the beach for a floor, giving dance a new twist. During the day, tourist are having a sooth conversation under the shade of a coconut tree beside the shore line, it is a common sight. And from dusk to dawn, Boracay turns into one big party place where everyone is welcome to join in. There are also plenty to do other than beach bumming and party hopping. For the adventure-driven, there is ""Mambo Number 5" a little bit of boating and wind surfing, a little bit of scuba diving, a little bit of trekking, a little bit of mountain biking, and a little bit of golf. But I’ve never tried all that, I’ve just seen it there because me and my cousin’s only got 2 nights and 3 days there and we have no budget for doing things like that, we just went there to see the place! Hahaha…Thanks!

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February 16, 2009
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This is by far the scariest movie I have ever watched. I have gotten quite a few e-mails from fans that say they laughed at "The Exorcist". Laughed???? Not me, because I kind a believe in all that stuff. This is not to say that I am a religious freak, because I am far from that, but rather that I do believe in an ultimate evil. My first memories of "The Exorcist" came the first time my parents left me home while on vacation. First off, I lived in a very creepy house Second, like I said earlier I really believe in this. It was late at night and I saw that "The Exorcist" was on HBO, so I decided to watch it. BIG MISTAKE!!! (well not really, but that night I thought so) After the movie was over I went through the house turning on every light and doing my best Father Karras imitation, hoping to cast out any evil spirits that were there. As you can imagine, I didn't sleep a wink that night. It was kind a of exciting to be that damn scared. Now, that's what I love to see in a movie. One that's so good that you start to believe in it. I must say I did start attending church every Thursday & Sunday over the next couple of weeks, well at least to the message began to bore me. I didn't much care for "Exorcist II", but really enjoyed part III. I would definitely put it in my list of Top 50 horror film. The fourth installment is now in production, actually a prequel to "The Exorcist" about Father Merrin's first encounter with the demons of Hell. Again, anything that you can add to this page, please e-mail. The film begins in Iraq where we are introduced to Father Merrin. While on a archaeological dig, he feels the call of battle. It seems the dark lord wants a rematch (see "Exorcist II: The Heretic" for more info on their past encounters). But where will this battle take place??? Little Regan seems to have a new friend, Captain Howdy (aka "Satan's Minions") and he doesn't want to play nice. Strange things are a mist at the McNeil household. After a battery of very painful test and being labeled a complete lunatic, they realize that Regan isn't quite herself. When all else fails turn to the church, right??? That when a priest who at the time is questioning his own faith, is called in to do battle with the demons of Hell. He is joined later by Father Merrin, a seasoned pro when it comes to sparring with Beelzebub. Holy water and green puke fly from every imaginable angle as this battle of good and evil rages. In the end who is the real winner? A great movie that makes us all question our faithful or faithless lives. Great effects (legendary green puke, spinning head, etc). The score is outstanding. One of the best ever. Overall, one of the most complete and entrancing horror films to all time...

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February 16, 2009
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(Finally, it’s done! This is the 3^rd and last part of this story, But before I we start to read this I would like to thank all the suggestions and idea that has been contributed to finish this story and the inspiration that has been given to me by my friends, I also want to dedicate this as a gift or a birthday present to my e.baby friend who always read my blog…  Happy Birthday Jamila, Thank you and I hope all of you enjoy this! )

I read what was written in the paper and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella. They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella. The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit. A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly. "Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Aerol." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Aerol. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid. As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?" She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses. No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met... A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father. "We are so glad you came, Aerol. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her." I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo. "But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday." "That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father. "But..." I couldn't find the words to say. "She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are. Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive. After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday. Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "you taught me how to care; u taught me how to be kind; you showed me how to like someone; you showed me how to love; but there’s  one thing you didn’t teach me & it hurts more you didn’t teach me how to let go. I LOVE YOU" I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her phone again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message. "Let go of the hand of the person you love, but don’t let go of God's hand. for if you hold to his hand. He may be holding the person you love and the other hand to let you hold each other again." "I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church. THE END…

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