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What a Mother Cannot Do
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
What a Mother Cannot Do
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My mom never told me to quit dreaming. In fact, she was the one who constantly pushed me to strive to be the best I can. There were many instances I thought I cannot make it anymore; she was there as a wonder woman standing by to shield me from a falling debris. She is the only person I could think of who has suffered a lot, yet her emotions were never apparent to anyone in the family. She sacrifices for me and my siblings to be where we are now.
When I look at my mother, I see love and the abundance of it in her. When I look at my mother, I see strength the strongest person on earth does not possess. When I look at my mother, I see tears that will unselfishly shed on my behalf. What a mother cannot do is to desert any of her children in grief.
Mothers are awesome individuals. If God has to pour out His blessings from heaven, I would ask Him to hand over the lion’s share to the mothers. That is one of the best ways to pay them for their sacrifices.
Janice, a colleague at the CE department, almost shed a tear one time when we had a little discussion about her son, Johann. I admit, so suddenly there was a heavy touch on the heart which almost brought me to a tearful situation as well. From the sacrifices she does to making her first child enjoy a normal childhood, is not only splendid, it is more heartbreaking.
I can feel the pain in her when she begins to accept the fact that her son is not growing the way she hopes for him to be. At the age of more than a year, Johann would have passed the crawling stage and started walking, or somehow attempted to walk. He would have been responding to noise and the call of his name. Sad to know, he doesn’t.
Then she cries. Janice feels pain. She desires Johann to grow big and run. She wants him to walk and meet her when she gets home from work. She wishes him to talk and say ‘mama, I love you’. She yearns for him to see and feel how much she loves him. She wants to experience the delight of hearing his ‘first word’. She longs for him to hug her when she says “Come Johann”. She wants him to hear what she talks. Because she talks of love, of patience and of so much care!
Patience is what Janice needs. Johann needs it most. It might be a battle to fight to the finish, but every battle can be won. This is not a rare case and many have survived and ended with big happy stories to tell. Janice’s comforts now lie on the reality that someday soon her son will be someone great – someone she would be so proud of.
But Johann doesn’t have to be someone for Janice to love. As long as Janice is there and Johann needs her, she would continue to talk about love, communicate with patience and share whatever she can with so much care. What Janice, a mother, cannot do is to desert Johann in grief.
God bless the mothers!
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My mom never told me to quit dreaming. In fact, she was the one who constantly pushed me to strive to be the best I can. There were many instances I thought I cannot make it anymore; she was there as a wonder woman standing by to shield me from a falling debris. She is the only person I could think of who has suffered a lot, yet her emotions were never apparent to anyone in the family. She sacrifices for me and my siblings to be where we are now.
When I look at my mother, I see love and the abundance of it in her. When I look at my mother, I see strength the strongest person on earth does not possess. When I look at my mother, I see tears that will unselfishly shed on my behalf. What a mother cannot do is to desert any of her children in grief.
Mothers are awesome individuals. If God has to pour out His blessings from heaven, I would ask Him to hand over the lion’s share to the mothers. That is one of the best ways to pay them for their sacrifices.
Janice, a colleague at the CE department, almost shed a tear one time when we had a little discussion about her son, Johann. I admit, so suddenly there was a heavy touch on the heart which almost brought me to a tearful situation as well. From the sacrifices she does to making her first child enjoy a normal childhood, is not only splendid, it is more heartbreaking.
I can feel the pain in her when she begins to accept the fact that her son is not growing the way she hopes for him to be. At the age of more than a year, Johann would have passed the crawling stage and started walking, or somehow attempted to walk. He would have been responding to noise and the call of his name. Sad to know, he doesn’t.
Then she cries. Janice feels pain. She desires Johann to grow big and run. She wants him to walk and meet her when she gets home from work. She wishes him to talk and say ‘mama, I love you’. She yearns for him to see and feel how much she loves him. She wants to experience the delight of hearing his ‘first word’. She longs for him to hug her when she says “Come Johann”. She wants him to hear what she talks. Because she talks of love, of patience and of so much care!
Patience is what Janice needs. Johann needs it most. It might be a battle to fight to the finish, but every battle can be won. This is not a rare case and many have survived and ended with big happy stories to tell. Janice’s comforts now lie on the reality that someday soon her son will be someone great – someone she would be so proud of.
But Johann doesn’t have to be someone for Janice to love. As long as Janice is there and Johann needs her, she would continue to talk about love, communicate with patience and share whatever she can with so much care. What Janice, a mother, cannot do is to desert Johann in grief.
God bless the mothers!
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Voice of Cebu
Monday, January 30, 2006
Voice of Cebu -- Choral Group
Voices All Over!
filed under: Lifestyle
Not so long ago, I wrote an essay about my hometown Argao. I had the guts to disclose how a town can be so boring by reason of lack of amenities that would make life uncomplicated. Uncomplicated from my own vocabulary is defined as having the technology to run life faster than the usual rounds of a far away town.
This weekend I went home for a quick visit. Not counting the regular trips to grandpa’s house and grandma’s market depot, I had the chance to see a concert for a cause, featuring the Voice of Cebu, or shortly called Vox. It was held at the admired centuries-old town church.
Jesson, the founder and conductor of the group, did a good job of making the Argaoanons perceive how a multi-awarded choral group can be so benevolent by offering their talents for free, at least for a night. Perfect-- the right word to describe the show of the Vox. It did not just tickle the audience with the performance of a member who did a sort of Vhong Navarro impersonation. Through a series of jaw-dropping songs, each with a unique superiority yet comforting in substance, the audience couldn’t give much less than a thunderous applause. Seated among the crowd, I was the living witness of how Vox could easily bring a single soul to a level of attentiveness that only an impressed person could truly experience.
There were solemn songs. There were joyful ones. There were those that would keep you smiling all throughout. There were those that would make you shout YAHOOO! for more.
Proceeds of the concert went to the Argao Central Elementary School for the painting of the new buildings and repainting of the old ones.
As my final words, I admit, Argao is a beautiful town in the south, with beautiful people and beautiful sceneries to boast. That is probably the reason why many people, organizations or groups, with the best and biggest heart, like the Vox, would render their complimentary services to help and preserve one precious locality.
I was there. Am I just lucky or what!
filed under: Lifestyle
Not so long ago, I wrote an essay about my hometown Argao. I had the guts to disclose how a town can be so boring by reason of lack of amenities that would make life uncomplicated. Uncomplicated from my own vocabulary is defined as having the technology to run life faster than the usual rounds of a far away town.
This weekend I went home for a quick visit. Not counting the regular trips to grandpa’s house and grandma’s market depot, I had the chance to see a concert for a cause, featuring the Voice of Cebu, or shortly called Vox. It was held at the admired centuries-old town church.
Jesson, the founder and conductor of the group, did a good job of making the Argaoanons perceive how a multi-awarded choral group can be so benevolent by offering their talents for free, at least for a night. Perfect-- the right word to describe the show of the Vox. It did not just tickle the audience with the performance of a member who did a sort of Vhong Navarro impersonation. Through a series of jaw-dropping songs, each with a unique superiority yet comforting in substance, the audience couldn’t give much less than a thunderous applause. Seated among the crowd, I was the living witness of how Vox could easily bring a single soul to a level of attentiveness that only an impressed person could truly experience.
There were solemn songs. There were joyful ones. There were those that would keep you smiling all throughout. There were those that would make you shout YAHOOO! for more.
Proceeds of the concert went to the Argao Central Elementary School for the painting of the new buildings and repainting of the old ones.
As my final words, I admit, Argao is a beautiful town in the south, with beautiful people and beautiful sceneries to boast. That is probably the reason why many people, organizations or groups, with the best and biggest heart, like the Vox, would render their complimentary services to help and preserve one precious locality.
I was there. Am I just lucky or what!
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Aren't we a perfect couple? We tease each other constantly. We share stories about our 'partners'. We love each other (joke lang..).
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Loving Gwen
Saturday, January 28, 2006
filed under: inspirational article
When sweet Gwen gave me this bottle, it was not blue. Originally, it was a clear container half-filled with pieces of colorful glitters. I did a little repainting while studying how this new Corel Photopaint works. The bottle was a fine medium for such an entertaining experiment.
I saw Gwen yesterday (Saturday), very sexy in her white top. She was with her closest friend, Danette, who was equally sexy and charming. Two lovely friends roving along Ayala corridors - damn, what else could you ask and look for! I had a quick chat with Gwen and looked at her like I never did before. Oh lah lah...And I suspect she studied every feature of me too...LOL.
Gwen, who? Com'on people, she was my former GF. She likes my being an amateur writer and my desire to write anything good about her. Frankly, she writes well too. In fact, I kept all her sugary letters to me and read them when I can. There were moments even that I thought she'd be better than me when it comes to choosing appropriate words and phrasing sentences. She critiques my article and comments if they are satisfactory or very satisfactory. I still have to receive poor ratings from her though. But I think that will never happen. With our existing friendship, it won't, I know.
Going back to that bottle, I painted it blue because it is my favorite color. And hers too.
Take care my friend!
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Campus Ministry Buddies
Dens and the CM blah blah
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filed under: inspirational article
This is my second blog for today. I never intend to write another one, really. But since I cannot dictate my mind to sleep at this very hour of the night, posting something would kill idle time.
If you have been following my blogs, I wrote about Joan 6 hours ago. She was one of the avid blog readers who take time each day to visit this salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com site. But she is never alone.
Dens --- don’t be surprised. There is a need to write about you this time. With or without your approval, no one can, in point of fact, stop me from doing it. HAHA. That is the best part of maintaining a site because I can be my own self and need not be influenced by ideas of others. STOP ME, I bellow what Jim Carey said.
Let me start by saying that Dens happened to be a guitarist when we were so actively involved in the music ministry at the ‘old’ Campus Ministry center. He wasn’t really the best of all. Believe me; he could get out of tune at times, or most times. But he was a persistent fellow who never gave up trying at songs other guitarists would find difficult plucking. In other words, he got what he wanted in the end, and of course, did it delightfully.
I remember for so long we’d been living at the CM center, along with other adopted sons (this is hard to explain for those who don’t know the real story) that time, he almost always divested me from my sleeping quarter at the music room. I should have been the one sleeping above the box! And hey, where’s the pillow?
Whenever he was assigned to cook for the gang, we expected the food to have ‘hair’ ingredients in it, you know what I mean. Funny, but we only giggled, more so laughed at these situations. For a hungry stomach, with or without hair, did not make any difference at all. Besides, other cooks did it too. Though they suspected I too was a culprit, I never admitted an incident, because there never was a hair on my lumpia (Henry’s recipe had). I still stand by that position even now!
The raison d'être why he is calling me ‘bossing’ still holds vagueness to me. It started a long time ago and for many years he has been addressing me that, I’m afraid it would never see an ending.
Dens, and all the other adopted sons at the CM center, taught me a lot that I could not even imagine how I could have possibly become without the teachings and wisdom we shared under one roof, yes, under one God.
Indeed, God’s gift of person is one of a kind.
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Finding Joan
Joan, who are you?
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filed under: others
Since I started this blog three days ago, the only happy thought I imagine to happen in every entry is the truth that I am able to express my daily harangue (pronounced as ‘he' rang’) in a way I like it to read online. Though in some manner I would want everyone to have at least a glance at my ranting, I never consider to receive comments from people who might have the same experiences (praiseworthy or lamentable, it doesn’t matter) as mine.
Take for example Joan who commented after my blog yesterday how much alike we are behavior-wise. She addressed me as ‘sir’ which I suppose she had been my student before or probably a student of mine at present. Forgive me of this fault that I did not even care a fig to ask who she actually is. However, I committed to memory few Joans whom I encountered in all my decades of existence.
One…there was that Joan who was my former housemate (oh no, not at Kuya’s house). She is happily married now and I hypothesize she cannot find time to get herself connected via www, much more, to read my blogs and post comments. I would then eliminate the possibility that it’s her.
Two…there was that Joan who was charming and sported everyday a good aura in my classes. But that was many years ago and I do not have the slightest clue what happened to her after graduation. For sure, she is somewhere out there. Just do not ask me where.
Three…there was that Joan who happened to be the ex-GF of my little brother (that is how I understood the story between them). But she hasn’t been talking to me for quite awhile. Probably, she detests me for not backing her up in her quest to get my brother’s nod again. But I do not want to get in the way. Let their destiny silhouette their path; his will meet hers, if they are destined to. Joan #3, eliminated!
The fourth Joan is the one I often meet by chance at TC. She bashfully smiles like she remembers how she behaved in the class which, almost often, catches my attention. She used to be the ‘missing student’ of a class of 40 enrollees. What I want to point out is, she was constantly absent. I did tell her to cut the habit. She attended only when I had exams. You won’t believe me, but she passed the exams like a pro, like she had been daily attending the lectures. In the end, I gave her a passing mark. As my professor Atty. Bacalso said, a student must be graded by his/her scholastic records and not the rate of absences he/she incurred. Is she the one?
Starting today, I will include in this blog “Having Peace with the World”, critiques on people who have been somehow the little parts of the whole experience I happily enjoy up to this moment – life!
I would not expect Joan to comment on this. If ever she does, then she remains no longer a mystery to me and to whoever reads my blogs.
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South Park movie: Watch full-length movie online
Friday, January 27, 2006
South Park movie: Watch full-length movie online for free
South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut is a animated satirical comedy/musical film released in 1999 and based on the animated television series South Park. The film is often referred to as South Park: The Movie or shortened to SP:BLU. The film pokes fun at animated Disney films such as Beauty and the Beast and features 12 songs by Trey Parker and Marc Shaiman. The song "Blame Canada" was nominated for an Academy Award.
I am not sure if the link will be available for long. Enjoy it while you can. Watch it here.
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South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut is a animated satirical comedy/musical film released in 1999 and based on the animated television series South Park. The film is often referred to as South Park: The Movie or shortened to SP:BLU. The film pokes fun at animated Disney films such as Beauty and the Beast and features 12 songs by Trey Parker and Marc Shaiman. The song "Blame Canada" was nominated for an Academy Award.
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A Cup of Joe
A Cup of Joe
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filed under: lifestyle
It is more than just sipping coffee.
Over the years, as medical experts and researchers are busy gathering compelling evidences of the side effects of too much intake of coffee in the body system, I seem to evade countless stories of heartburn, anxiety, high blood pressure, hyperactivity and many others that caffeine, a type of drug or stimulant found in coffee beans, appears to be a causal factor. In most nights that I am inside Bo’s café, I please myself many times with the piece of information that caffeine used in moderation is not particularly destructive (i'm too defensive). A magazine article even cited that studies on the harmful health effects from coffee are ultimately coming to a close after there are a number of verified rewards to partaking it in a daily cup or two.
Here are a few I gathered.
1. Coffee drinking may lower your risk of colon cancer by up to 25 percent because of its ability to help keep you regular.
2. Two observational studies found that regular coffee intake reduced the risk of developing kidney stones.
3. People with asthma who drink coffee can have up to 25 percent fewer symptoms because one of the compounds in coffee - theophylline - acts as a bronchodilator.
4. Other diseases that coffee may help prevent: cirrhosis of the liver, Parkinson's disease, skin cancer, and gallstones.
In the October 1999 edition of Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, an Israeli researcher detected a calcium increase in brain cells exposed to caffeine. He said caffeine may boost levels of brain-cell calcium, a mineral essential in memory. Alright, I have no medical expertise to substantiate these claims. As a coffee drinker, I only have the impression that coffee has a delightful taste people do not need a white man in robe to inform them what a dose of caffeine could bring in or how a dose benefits them.
For me, an hour or two inside a coffee shop is more than enough. Freshly brewed coffee – unlike latte, cappuccino, espresso, flavored coffee, and other multitude of iced coffee beverages – appeals to me more. Blame it perhaps to the distinctive roasted strong, obviously not bitter, flavor that never fails to excite my taste buds. Blame it to my order of short size mug (in most cases) that sufficiently fills the longing, stimulates the wit and awaken ideas to move like troops of a grand army to a point of becoming so enthusiastic of anything I often miss to notice how time flies so fast inside the café.
But it is more than just sipping brewed coffee. Coffee shop is the place to meeting hard-to-find friends for the much-awaited hangout. In many instances, I was surprised to know lots of secrets leisurely exposed over a cup of coffee. These secrets deal on a love lost and found, new business started, or simply family squabble. Every sip offers a story wonderfully told.
Opps, I stop now. I will tell more stories about coffee sooner. This blog should have been longer; I know I am keeping you excited. Honestly, I have many things in mind to continue blabbing and getting your nod on how coffee could be so beneficial. But as I've said, it will be posted sooner in my future blogs.
Happy drinking coffee!
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List of Books
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Pick me! I really need to get to start reading again. I have noticed I'd already purchased more than enough books to devour in a year or so. I need the inspiration baby. That is what keeps me flipping the pages. Where is that book by Ha Jin, by the way?
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Flight by Faith
Flight by Faith
By: Eric Ariel Salas
(published Dec 31, 2005, Sun-Star Daily)
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filed under: inspirational article
Miracles in life appear in diverse packages. There are those that take place in a flashing instant, others that occur over a life span, and more others that occur when you are not even anticipating them. Regardless of what the type of miracle it is, miracle brings in us a wonder and an admiration at something unfathomable. A miracle that defines a wonderful accomplishment is what we all fancy to happen for ourselves. What truly aids a miracle to come to life, in my opinion, are: first, faith in God and second, goodwill.
For years I have taken note on little and rather enormous miracles in my life and in the lives of individuals I have personally known or stumbled upon day after day. Since college days I have been broadcasting life stories that depict miracles as I recognize them to countless souls through magazines and dailies. Those stories were unequivocally spirit-uplifting. They were the sorts that offered a smile to frowning faces. Or inspiration to the heartbroken. Stories from everyday miracles. Inspirations from everyday stories.
One inspiring story I dearly love was about the miracles of "flyday" nights. Being one of the first pieces that found light for publication, I happily narrated the moments when most people of our organization fly. This was not about horrible winged creatures in horror films. It was about pure recognizable triumph over darkness as it quivered at the slight sight of light. Warriors in white robe, we were called then. Flyday night refers to a Christian gathering of students, teachers and communities on a Friday night that knows no mercy for all legions of demons and the likes. Those nights brought so many miracles to so many devotees.
The life of Doods was the first miracle I saw. He was an unwanted child. His mother never planned for his coming and irrefutably attempted to abort him. He grew up without anything to call his own. Love was deprived of him just as happiness was insufficient to make his life as normal as the other kids around him. He could never forget how he silently rebelled for what he had gotten in a life he described as entirely miserable. The pain all to himself, he searched for satisfaction and found it among friends hooked on spending free time in school sniffing "powder". If schooling was the reason he was sent by relatives miles away from home, for him it wasn't so. Bitterness engulfing him, he thought he was born to have fun with drugs and alcohol and no one has the power to stop him from having it all. No one was there to tell him he was moving fast towards a sure dead end.
However, there is, on occasion, an unutterable lose twirl to a tight spot the human brain cannot comprehend even. What came next was Doods' twist – the greatest miracle he could never forget and never dreamed of or wished for. So sudden, it was. He was tagged by a stranger to attend a healing seminar one Flyday night. For someone who had been through a lot of pain, a cloud of doubt hovers over him. Prayer is not found in his vocabulary. Worst, he constantly questioned the existence of God. But that night became a perfect moment for one living soul. He cried like a baby, asked for forgiveness in front of a multitude of people and that instant was forgiven. When he came out of the church he was changed! No one and nothing stood stronger against God's strength that night. It proved to him that real happiness laze not on entertainment and other creature comforts, but to God.
He found a sanctuary, no ground in nature, no place and dwelling of man could ever give. Years later, he entered the seminary and started a new life, taking his own flight to what he believes now is reality.
I have been a spectator to a number of God's miracles in the past and almost always I feel the pulse to share them with people through my writings. When someone invited me to share stories with them for an online site, it was a prayer answered. I have been longing to articulate each opportunity that take place in my life and eventually transform another. Each piece that I write I always hope to be a miracle at work.
It might be a little leap for a big hope. But I pray that every leap, insignificant it may seem, would help others find in their lives their own share of God's wonders. There is no coincidence. A miracle is a performance of God who chooses to stay anonymous. Believe and share your miracles.
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Peace yo!
Justice for a Fraternity War Victim
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Justice for a Frat War Victim!
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filed under: inspirational article
So what happens if someone dies? By and large, nothing big. In all probability, tears will flood only from parents in deep grief for the passing away of a loved one. Other family members and few relatives, perchance, will have the same emotional state of crying, of thinking of past good deeds of the departed, recalling and chatting on childhood days and events that would have been completed had death not stepped forward. All in all, it would be generally quiet.
The death of a Carolinian CE student stirred more than just buzz but rage in packed force around the civil engineering department, in the engineering campus, even to the Admin Fathers. Media got its share too of the news – reporting the death promptly to the listening/viewing public.
Christian, a graduating civil engineering student, died because he was beaten to death by a gang of males on a Wednesday night after his class around 8 PM. Those who know the story would confirm the use of a metallic pipe by the assailants in hitting parts of his body and most particularly his head. He suffered a fractured skull and his brain was severely affected that led to a coma and eventually death.
It was a serene night, just like the ordinary. I was on my way to my usual dinner place when I noticed an assembly of people far afield. As a customary shrug, I never gave much attention. I was hungry, eager to get my own undertakings done for the night, above and beyond. I thought it might just be students having fun at the last minute before heading for home. They usually do that. As I came closer to the pack, no joyful cheers were heard. I realized upon stopping to steal a look from a distance that a guy was bleeding. First theory: Ah, someone was just side-swept by a vehicle. Second theory: Ah, minor injuries probably since nobody cared to take the injured guy to the hospital. As I was about to leave, a student approached me and said that Christian was just attacked and hit by a pipe. That was the time I told them to bring him to the hospital. Why didn't anyone (so many of the onlookers, young and old) think about it seconds after the beating? Third theory: Everyone thinks it was not a serious condition since Christian was able to stand up and managed to walk – got himself to a taxi with two companions even. After a couple of hours I got the info he was in a 50-50 state. Stunned I was. So it was indeed a serious injury! Few days later came the shocking news that Christian died after he went through a coma.
Like a contagious disease, the death of Christian ran so fast from mouth to mouth, to every department of the university and to the Father President.
Christian is listed in my class this year. I even assigned a seat for him in my computer laboratory class. Yet he was under me for so many subjects even before. He might not be the best student in class, but he possessed this aura that everyone, students and faculty members alike, will love him for who he is. Very friendly, always smiling wherever you’d meet him, he joked a lot and teased even his teachers in an extremely pleasant way. Teachers would say no one would ever get a dull moment with him.
He died in a foul and unreasonable death. This is now what everyone is shouting – JUSTICE for Christian! The perpetrators of the intolerable beating must be brought to justice. Let the family of Christian see that justice is never idle nor only for the rich and the influential. The authorities are now investigating the case and hopefully this will see closure. Even USC officials are doing their own scrutiny and analysis of the people involved and if indeed there was a conspiracy to knock him off that night.
Christian is now making big news. Though sad it is, but I am sure he is contented now that everyone close to him is in this fight! We, at the civil engineering department, are one with him!
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Airplane: Watch Full-length Movie Free
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Airplane: Watch Full-length Movie Online for Free
Airplane! is an American comedy film, first released on June 27, 1980, produced and directed by Jim Abrahams, David Zucker and Jerry Zucker, and starring Robert Hays, Julie Hagerty, Leslie Nielsen, Robert Stack, Lloyd Bridges, Peter Graves, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Lorna Patterson. It is the first film the trio wrote and directed together (the group previously wrote The Kentucky Fried Movie, directed by John Landis). In some releases (including Australia), Airplane! was entitled Flying High: the reason most often quoted for this is that "in those countries 'airplane' is not used to refer to a powered flying machine, the correct word in countries of the Commonwealth of Nations being 'aeroplane'."
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Airplane! is an American comedy film, first released on June 27, 1980, produced and directed by Jim Abrahams, David Zucker and Jerry Zucker, and starring Robert Hays, Julie Hagerty, Leslie Nielsen, Robert Stack, Lloyd Bridges, Peter Graves, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Lorna Patterson. It is the first film the trio wrote and directed together (the group previously wrote The Kentucky Fried Movie, directed by John Landis). In some releases (including Australia), Airplane! was entitled Flying High: the reason most often quoted for this is that "in those countries 'airplane' is not used to refer to a powered flying machine, the correct word in countries of the Commonwealth of Nations being 'aeroplane'."
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