tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69534226836596450522024-02-19T13:45:54.451-08:00Trunk LockerMy blog is about my personal experiences in life, happenings and family stuffs. I’m a motorcycle rider, that would definitely be on my blog. I'm fond of sharing informative and lesson-filled emails, new things I learned from the net, gadgets, games and more. I post present problems concerning our nation and the world, with some personal insights. And finally, I write because of God and I’ll always honor Him. Yahweh bless.ralphhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120923335055647984noreply@blogger.comBlogger32313tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953422683659645052.post-24912491586314648482019-05-08T10:32:00.000-07:002019-06-01T12:23:00.506-07:00spare me.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I’m so proud of my daughter that I wanted to share it to the whole world (to the whole universe if possible)... that SHE JUST PUBLISHED HER OWN BOOK WITH <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/spare-me-rael-rollon/1130544914?ean=9781987029499">Barnes&Noble</a>. Yup, you heard me right a book... published... with <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/spare-me-rael-rollon/1130544914?ean=9781987029499">Barnes&Noble</a>. And she’s only 15 years old... Come to think of it, what was I doing when i was her age? Oh yeah, just crazy stuff... but I’m definitely sure...not in my wildest dream could I have a book with a world renouned publisher (LOL).</div>
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So, without further ado let me introduce the book: it’s entitled “spare me.” (As to the reason of my post’s title). It’s pages are composed of the musing and thoughts of poet’s struggles as a young immigrant with her new life here in the U.S.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Rael Stephanie Rollon developed her interest in writing at the age of twelve. At first, she just loved scribbling her random thoughts in her notebooks. Until it evolved into poetry. </span><br />
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Rael was born in the Philippines, but her family migrated to the US when she was nine years old. Thus, her poetry was largely influenced by her struggles to adjust to her new environment, being displaced and uprooted, losing friends and meeting new people in an entirely new cultural background.</div>
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Her first foray into self-publishing has been a spontaneous decision inspired by her family and friends who believe in her talent.</div>
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She loves to read, sing and dabble in photography. Though on the <span style="font-family: inherit;">introvert side, this gave her more room to write down her thoughts, no matter how chaotic they are, and actually had the courage to put it out there so that it may touch other teenagers who may be experiencing the same struggles of fitting into </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">society and coping up with all the challenges</span></div>
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She lives with her family in Houston, Texas, and is currently attending Summer Creek High School.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Connect with her on Instagram @crescentpoetry</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here’s my copy, please grab yours @barnes&noble.com to support our young and soon to be a famous poet in the whole world. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Although this book is just available today here in the U.S., we are currently working for it to be also available in amazon for those people coming from other countries. I thank you from the bottom of heart for all the support. All of you are much appreciated. Yahweh bless.</span></div>
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Just a few days ago, we joined the Christmas party of Filipino nurses in my wife's hospital. It's a little bit awkward at first since these people already knew each other for years and we were the new ones in the group. My wife wasn't alone though, there were 3 other new nurses along with us. But as we got to know them, it wasn't that bad. And besides, wouldn't it be much easier to get along with your fellow countrymen, right?</div>
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The event was held in an Brazilian restaurant located at Westheimer Rd. here in Houston. It had a valet parking so I'm expecting that the food inside would really cost us... but then, it's not as if we're gonna eat there often. Again, it'll be our first time to try their food. They were more on grilled steaks and seafood, so it's pretty much safe... for me. <br />
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The cool thing about<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Chama Gaúcha (the restaurant), was they have this card where you flip on the green side, and their waiters will come to you and offer various grilled meats. And you can take anything you want. Then, if you want them to stop offering you, just flip the card on the red side.</span></span></span> The only thing was, a lot of the steaks were medium rare and there's
still blood when you cut the meat. I'm more of a "well done" person
when it comes to grilled meat... LOL. So, more seafood here please.<br />
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Yesterday, we were also invited by a family my wife knew, to celebrate Christmas with them. They were friends of her parents. It's a bit far from us but I'm getting used to driving in the freeway already. It's really a blessing that we're having this moment with them since we still hadn't celebrated the occasion together as a family. More, they prepared a lot of Filipino foods that made us feel near to home. But what's truly priceless was seeing our kids enjoying themselves, playing with the other kids of other invited families. Great to feel not only the cold breeze of air but also the spirit of the season. Merry Christmas. Yahweh bless. :)<br />
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We're used to spending Christmas eve with our families and relatives back in the Philippines... with the traditional Noche Buena and the opening of gifts as the clock strikes 12 midnight. And this will be our very first Christmas away from them. More, as much as we want to celebrate it together, sometimes there are things in life we can't avoid, like my wife being scheduled for work today, and she'll be staying there until tomorrow.</div>
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After dropping her to work, me and my kids had a simple dinner and stayed up until passed 12 midnight. It was really unusual for my family to have a silent Christmas... well there's first for everything, I guess. December 24 used to be the busiest day of the year for us... with all the preparations for the grand eve... And now, how I missed those children who annoyingly kept on returning to our house with their familiar jingles but incomprehensible lyrics. <br />
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But come to think of it, I should not feel this way... I'm still in luck that I get to spend Christmas with the kids. I know, spending Christmas day with strangers rather than your family is hard... And I know you're wishing that you're with us right now... thinking and missing us. But then you had to do all these sacrifices since you are called to do your role as a nurse... and that makes us really proud. </div>
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Well, tomorrow we'll be spending the whole day together and celebrate. So time to hit the bed. See you soon, sweetheart... Hope everything is well at work right now... And Merry Christmas... Hugs and kisses from the kids... Yahweh bless.<br />
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