Life: anything but expected
It has been quite too long since I last wrote. Gosh but I was quite thankful during New Year’s day that I rang it clear and true that I was very thankful of my blessings. I still am thankful, and I still feel quite blessed.
However, the reason why I was unable to make any posts over the past few days is because something happened around 8 days after I made the past post.
See, I said that I did get my Christmas wishes of having good health and wellness over Christmas. It was still true even until New Year. Unfortunately, my good father-in-law left us on Jan. 8, 2010. 
Somehow I did not get enough strength to keep up with the posts and pictures over the past few days, since I often feel too drained to do any unloading of feelings onto the world wide web.
My dear father-in-law, Papa Richard (yes, he shares the same name with D), passed away last Jan. 8, 2010 mainly due to the collapse of his left lung, after suffering from emphysema. Emphysema is a tricky one, that I knew from the very start, yet I had hoped and prayed that he would not be taken that easily or that early from us.
To date, I am still feeling quite sad, yet I cannot change what has happened and somehow I do need to let go. I pray that D and his family will also find the strength to step into a new day and perhaps soon, find peace after what has happened.
To Papa Richard, I know that you are feeling much better now, and that your suffering has been ended. For us, that is the most important thing in the world, and we know that God is good, and He will take good care of you. We love you, and we miss you. XOXO.
Thoughts about camp [minus "prison"]
I have resolved never to talk about camp minus prison anymore. A good friend noted that it sounded too negative. Well, it is – at some point. But it was, in fact, carefully chosen to fit it’s destined owner. Like most things, careful planning and deliberation must be done before names are designated – well, at least in in my case. For some, it is a Shoe Factory, a White Castle, the Pit, and some simply agree with what I deem it to be.
There are numerous definitions of “prison camp” defined in every encyclopedia. One’s view of the term may be swayed by whichever definition he or she has stumbled upon. In my case, I choose the definition “concentration or interment camp” from good ol’ Mr. Wiki.
An internment camp is a place where where people are detained for being political opponents, people with mental illness, enemy aliens, specific religious affiliations, or perhaps civilians who are in a critical war zone. It is also used to describe facilities where the “inmates” are chosen according to some specific criteria rather than those being incarcerated through lawful proceedings which is applied by a judiciary.
Welcome to My Life
It has been quite a busy week for me.. Weeks actually. I would like to apologize to Teacher Julie for not being able to answer the previous questions. This time, I felt like I should answer right away before the next time I blink I’m already receiving the next question. 
The question for this week is:
What comes to your mind and what do you feel about the lyrics of the song “Welcome to My Life”?
I am a lyrics person. It has been a habit of mine to make sure I listen to the lyrics whenever I can, and in most cases, I tend to appreciate the song due to its lyrics and melody. When “Welcome to My Life” by Simple Plan first hit the airwaves – MTV – I immediately connected with it. It felt like somebody actually understood me. Ironic isn’t it? But somehow it made me say, “yeah! Welcome to my life!”
I may not exactly have a “hard childhood” as I had a decent roof above my head, food to eat, relatives who cared and loved me. But what chewed on me greatly was the fact that I grew up in a broken home. Some people thought “she is so lucky she has her grandmother” but people will NEVER understand how hard it was growing up without your folks. Sure, my mom visited me once, twice, or thrice a year, but the fact is, every time my mom came to visit, I just wish I could run and hide – get away. More so when my father finally tried to contact me.
