Closure is not closure ...
It is merely the closing of earlier chapters.
The journey is not over yet as have embraced the computer again and installed MS Speech Recognition to type all that I can dictate. When I have a spare hour, sit at the computer. and dictate more pages for the chapters -- that would be chapters for a real book, not a web site. Have been writing a book about all of this since December of 2005. It was finally time since no one knew of the family "Marianito de la Cruz" at Redemptorist Church.
You cannot imagine how many emails, Fedex receipts, Western Union for flowers, credit card bills and bank statements have been collated for a time line.
I smell the potential of a book deal or more than that coming. The name is already chosen: "Angel 66" ... a former password she used frequently.
Maria Zorah, you misjudged me so ... am not embarassed and will not run and "drop it" as you so presumed.
I am absolutely disappointed and overwhelmed by your total lack of character and that is my biggest issue with you.
Is the wife as smart as the dog? If not, she should reread the "Intro" ...
Many many years ago ( I am older than dirt ) I owned a German Shepard dog named Wilfred. It was a suitable German name.
One day, a neighbor friend challenged me to a bet, "Get Wilfred a credit card -- I bet you can't." And so the challenge had been made and was accepted.
I made an Application to Sears-Roebuck in the name of "Mr. Wilfred O. Dog." Everything was very legitimate and in place of a signature ... inked Wilfred's right paw and placed his paw print on the form. Well, it didn't take long and Wilfred's credit card arrived in the mail. The card was activated by calling an 800 number and when the person answered, I said "Wilfred O. Dog is activating his credit card - Woof - Woof - Woof. Thank you."
Some weeks later, with the same friend present, Wilfred was being very bad and I explained there was only one thing I could do ... I looked Wilfred straight in the eyes, made a fist and hit him in the forehead. Wilfred staggered, saws stars or whatever dogs see, then sat up obediently, calmly and started to reevaluate all that dogs think.
My Friend asked "Wow, what ever made you think to do that?" I replied that I hit him so that he would understand that I loved him.
What does all this of this mean and what is the is the point of the story? I gave my wife a credit card too. Check her forehead ... I hit her in the forehead as well with this web site. Do you think she will be as smart as Wilfred O. Dog and reevaluate all that she can think? If not -- she should reread the last paragraph of the "Intro" page and stop reading her daily horoscope..
It is a necessary punishment as a consequence of misbehaving badly.
Ms. de la Cruz volunteered she had never married because 3 weeks prior to a very large and formal wedding -- her fiancee suddenly died in an automobile accident.
As her story goes ... she then decided to distract herself from her mourning by fully concentrating on studies attaining a Masters in Public Administration and then on to law school to be an Attorney. The Masters in PA is fact. Her claim to graduating from Law School and multiple trys at the Bar passing, which I financed via a joint bank account, is absolute fiction.
I asked as to what would be her legal specialty? Her reply was Criminal Law. I thought that odd at the time. However, in retrospect, not so odd after all.
Every year on our Wedding Anniversary ... I would call, text or SMS the following message:
"Everdearest Maria Zorahaida Subla de la Cruz ... will you marry me and be my wife?" And you always replied "Yes my Husband ... I will marry you for life." This year you were occupied and went silent.
This so reminds me of a beautiful and soulful song by the late Peggy Lee that's hosted on "reagh.net" ... "Is that all there is?": http://www.reagh.net/downloads/song-of-the-week/Is_That_All_There_Is.mp3
Although we are swapping genders as to the situation at hand. It is a remarkable song that says it all.
Regarding my quest for information about Beverly Hills residents ...
It was a distraction ... published so Ms. de la Cruz would think I was following a false trail instead of researching the genuine questions.
I was shown the Beverly Hills compound so I would know where the parent's family home was located, even though I could not meet them yet because they were so Catholic and I had been married and divorced. The scenario was absolutely priceless and it was Phase 2 of the scam. Eventually, I will share the entire story. It is amazing how 20/20 vision returns after the love is gone.
There was a very subtle flaw. It all came back to me during Mom's nearly year long "coma" at Chong Hua hospital. It was something one of the guards said. It was obviously another prop to the scam but not so obvious at the time. Darling, how much were the security guards at the gate paid for their part?
My God, Zorahaida was so dedicated ... staying at the hospital 24/7 only to go home for a change of clothes. Constant bedside attention with Dad washing her Mom and massaging her muscles.
I would not want to stand anywhere near Ms. de la Cruz or her Mom Thelma Villacorte Subla ... just in case, the Almighty decides to make a comment by sending a bolt of lightning down.
I don't need an IP number to find the coffee cup pictured to the right as it is my Jollibee mug that joins with a buttered and toasted bran muffin every morning in the USA.
I have grown tired of of English muffins -- no pun intended.
I sweeten my morning coffee by reading emails that have journeyed into this link provided: zorahaida@aol.com
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My recommendation for a new hobby: Stamp collecting Internet style ...
1) Register a domain name and post something that the World will read to sweeten the morning coffee. 2) Purchase an IP tracing program because you want to know where the coffee cup is located. 3) Learn to read the web "stats" and ping back the IP numbers.
At first, it is much like starting with an empty Stamp Collecting Album but soon the blanks (where you put the stamps) fill up and it becomes an enlightening process and a great geography lesson.
Example, ping back IP 86.138.206.215 -- US hops to UK. A tour through Southwark, Aylesbury Vale, Sandwell and back to Southwark w/coordinates (a POSH London area with all manner of financial, theater, commercial, and embassy activity). The most fascinating part -- this "stamp" seems to be a sister ... No!, make that a twin brother to a "stamp" that arrived a few weeks ago from Ankara, Turkey.
Update: Yet another "stamp" enters the album. It too arrives from the same network favored by the two above and by goverrnments. This one pings back via a very circuitous path, despite published name of Glascow -- it is from Edinburgh, Scotland. What is very coincidentally similar to London, Ankara and Edinburgh? Those cities have Philippine embassies.
There is more to say on the subject ... some here but most of it will be in the book.
If the moral and ethical compass of a law student does not measure up ... why let her matriculate?
University of San Carlos - College of Law
Objectives of Legal Education
The Department of Education, Culture and Sports through its DECS Order No. 27, Series of 1989 has enumerated the following objectives of legal education: