Thursday, February 28, 2013

Would you die for me?

credits: orig author

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady
nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad
shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage,
I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of
me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it
comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic
moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my c!
omplete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about
love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I
wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no
reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the
whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at
all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man
who can't even express his predicame! nt, what else can I hope from
him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality,
and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his
eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and
convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower
located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that
picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He
said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank
by li! stening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him
gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that
goes.... My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please
allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already
breaking my heart. I! continued reading. "When you use the computer
you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the
screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the
programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save
my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but
always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you
the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the
cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you
will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell
you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the
computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save
my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and
help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your
hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the
beautiful sand... and tell you the colo! ur offlowers, just like the
color of the glow on your young face... Thus, my dear, unless I am
sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not
pick that flower yet, and die.. " My tears fell on the letter, and
blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I conntinue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw
his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle
and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me
as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies
in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even
very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be
the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are
only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all
this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love,
not words win arguments...

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Fully Paid

One day, a
poor boy
who was
selling goods
from door
to door to pay his way through
school found
he had only
one thin dime
left, and he
was hungry. He decided he
would ask
for a meal at
the next
house.
However, he lost his nerve when a
lovely young
woman
opened the
door. Instead
of a meal he asked for a drink
of water.
She thought
he looked
hungry so
she brought him a glass of milk.
He drank
slowly and
then asked,
"How much
do I owe you?" "You don't
owe me
anything", she
replied.
"Mother has
taught us never to accept pay
for
kindness". He
said...."Then
thank you
from my heart". As Howard Kelly
left that
house, he not
only felt
stronger
physically, but his faith in God
and man was
strong also.
He had been
ready to give
up and quit. Years later,
that young
woman
became
critically ill.
The local doctor was baffled. They
finally sent
her to the big
city where
they called in
a specialist to
study her
rear disease.
Doctor
Howard Kelly
was called in for the
consultation.
When he
heard the
name of the
town where she came
from, a strange light
filled his
eyes.
Immediately
he rose and
went down the hall of the
hospital to
her room.
Dressed in
his Doctor's
gown, he went in to see her. He
recognized
her face at
once. He
went back to
the consultation room
determined
to do all he
can to save
her life.
From that day, he gave special
attention to
that case. After a long
struggle, the
battle was
won. Dr. Kelly
asked the
business office to
pass the bill
to him for
approval. He
looked at it
and then wrote something on
the edge and
the bill was
sent to the
woman to her
room. She feared to
open it for
she was sure
it would take
the rest of
her life to pay for it all.
Finally, she
looked and
something
caught her
attention on the side of the
bill. She read
these
words..... "Paid in full
with one
glass of milk" (Signed) Dr.
Howard
Kelly.

JIM

A minister
passing
through his
church
in the middle
of the day, Decided to
pause by the
altar
and see who
had come to
pray. Just then the
back door
opened,
a man came
down the
aisle, The minister
frowned as
he saw
the man
hadn't
shaved in a while.
His shirt was
kinda shabby
and his coat
was worn and
frayed, the man
knelt, he
bowed his
head,
Then rose
and walked away.
In the days
that
followed,
each noon
time came this chap,
each time he
knelt just
for a
moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the
minister's
suspicions
grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided
to stop the
man and ask
him,
"What are you doing
here?"
The old man
said, he
worked down
the road. Lunch was
half an hour.
Lunchtime
was his
prayer time,
For finding strength and
power.
"I stay only
moments,
see,
because the factory is so
far away;
as I kneel
here talking
to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
"I JUST
CAME AGAIN
TO TELL
YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE
FOUND EACH
OTHER'S
FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY
MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW
MUCH OF
HOW TO
PRAY, BUT I THINK
ABOUT YOU
EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS,
THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY."
The minister
feeling
foolish,
told Jim, that
was fine. He told the
man he was
welcome
To come and
pray just
anytime. Time to go,
Jim smiled,
said
"Thanks."
He hurried to
the door. The minister
knelt at the
altar,
he'd never
done it
before. His cold
heart melted,
warmed with
love,
and met with
Jesus there. As the tears
flowed, in his
heart,
he repeated
old Jim's
prayer: "I JUST
CAME AGAIN
TO TELL
YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY
I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE
FOUND EACH
OTHER'S
FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU
TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T
KNOW MUCH
OF HOW TO
PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU
EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS,
THIS IS ME
CHECKING IN
TODAY." Past noon
one day, the
minister
noticed
that old Jim
hadn't come. As more
days passed
without Jim,
he began to
worry some.
At the factory, he
asked about
him,
learning he
was ill.
The hospital staff was
worried,
But he'd
given them a
thrill.
The week that Jim was
with them,
Brought
changes in
the ward.
His smiles, a joy
contagious.
Changed
people, were
his reward.
The head nurse
couldn't
understand
why Jim was
so glad,
when no flowers, calls
or cards
came,
Not a visitor
he had
The minister stayed by his
bed,
He voiced the
nurse's
concern:
No friends came to show
they cared.
He had
nowhere to
turn.
Looking surprised,
old Jim
spoke
up and with a
winsome
smile; "the nurse is
wrong, she
couldn't
know,
that in here
all the while everyday at
noon
He's here, a
dear friend
of mine, you
see, He sits right
down, takes
my hand,
Leans over
and says to
me: "I JUST
CAME AGAIN
TO TELL
YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY
I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE
FOUND THIS
FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK
AWAY YOUR
SIN. ALWAYS
LOVE TO
HEAR YOU
PRAY,
I THINK
ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM,
THIS IS
JESUS
CHECKING IN
TODAY." If this
blesses you,
pass it on ...
Many people
will walk in
and out of your life,
but only true
friends will
leave
footprints in
your heart. May God
hold you in
the palm of
His hand
and Angels
watch over you.
So this is
me ... Just
Checking In

A Piece of Cake

Sometimes,
we wonder
"What did I
do to
deserve
this," or "Why did
God have to
do this to
me." Here is a
God sent
explanation! A little boy is
telling his
Grandma
how
everything is going wrong.
School,
family
problems,
severe health problems,
etc. Meanwhile,
Grandma is
baking a cake.
She asks her grandson if
he would like
a snack,
which, of
course, he does. "Here, have
some cooking
oil." "Yuck" says
the boy. "How about a
couple raw
eggs?" "Gross,
Grandma!" "Would you
like some
flour then?
Or maybe
baking soda?" "Grandma,
those are all
yucky!" To which
Grandma
replies: "Yes,
all those
things seem bad all
by them
selves. But
when they
are put together in
the right way,
they make a
delicious
cake! God works the
same way.
Many times
we wonder
why He would let us
go through
such bad and
difficult
times. But God knows
that when He
puts these
things all in
His order, they
always work
for good! We
just have to trust Him
and,
eventually,
they will all
make something
wonderful!" God is crazy
about you. He
sends you
flowers
every spring and a
sunrise every
morning.
Whenever
you want to talk,
He'll listen.
He can live
anywhere in
the universe, and
He chose
your heart. If you like,
send this on
to the people
you really care about. I
did. Hope your
day is a
"piece of
cake!" " Even the
falling of the
leaves has a
reason..."

Always Available

A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his
sandbox. He had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic pail,
and a shiny, red plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and
tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of
the sandbox. The lad dug round the rock, managing to dislodge it from
the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the
rock across the sandbox by using his feet. (He was a
very small boy and the rock was huge.) When the boy got the rock to
the edge of the sandbox, however, he found that he couldn't roll it up
and over the little wall. Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed,
and pried, but every time he thought he had made some progress, the
rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy
grunted, struggled, pushed, shoved -- but his only reward was to have
the rock roll back, smashing his chubby fingers.
Finally he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy's
father watched from his living room window as the drama unfolded. At
the moment the tears fell, a large shadow fell across the boy
and the sandbox. It was the boy's father. Gently but firmly he said,
"Son, why didn't you use all the strength that you had available?"
Defeated, the boy sobbed back, "But I did, Daddy, I did! I used all
the strength that I had!" "No, son," corrected the father kindly. "You
didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't ask me." With that the
father reached down, picked up the rock, and removed it from the
sandbox. Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed? Are
you discovering that you don't have what it takes to lift them? There
is One who is always available to us and willing to give us the
strength we need. When we are broken in spirit and our strength is
spent, we can turn to our Savior Jesus. "When we are weak and in
despair, Our mighty Lord is near; He gives us strength and hope,
With Him, all things we can cope."

Playing with the MASTER

Wishing to
encourage
her young
son's progress on
the piano,
a mother
took her boy
to a
Paderewski concert.
After they
were seated,
the mother
spotted an
old friend in the
audience and
walked down
the aisle to
greet her.
Seizing the opportunity
to explore
the wonders
of the
concert hall,
the little boy rose and
eventually
explored
his way
through a
door marked "NO
ADMITTANC
E".
When the
house lights
dimmed and the concert
was about to
begin, the
mother
returned to
her seat and discovered
that
the child was
missing.
Suddenly, the
curtains parted and
spotlights
focused on
the
impressive
Steinway on stage. In
horror, the
mother saw
her
little boy was
sitting at the keyboard,
innocently
picking
out "Twinkle,
Twinkle Little
Star." At that
moment, the
great piano
master made
his entrance,
quickly moved to the
piano, and
whispered in
the boy's
ear,
"Don't quit. Keep
playing."
Then leaning
over,
Paderewski
reached down with his
left
hand and
began filling
in a bass
part. Soon his right arm
reached
around to
the other
side of the
child, and he added
a running
obbligato.
Together, the
old master
and the young novice
transformed
a
frightening
situation into
a wonderfully
creative
experience.
The audience
was so
mesmerized that they
couldn't
recall what
else the
great master
played. Only the
classic
"Twinkle,
Twinkle Little
Star."
That's the way it is with
God. What
we can
accomplish
on
our own is hardly
noteworthy.
We try our
best, but the
results
aren't exactly
graceful
flowing
music.
However,
with the hand of the
Master, our
life's work
truly can be
beautiful.
Next time you set out
to
accomplish
great feats,
listen
carefully. You can hear
the voice of
the Master,
whispering
in your ear,
"Don't quit. Keep
playing." Feel
His loving
arms around
you. Know
that His strong hands
are there
helping you
turn your
feeble
attempts into true
masterpieces
.
Remember,
God doesn't
call the equipped; He
equips the
called, and
He'll always
be there to
love and guide you on
to great
things. Life is
more
accurately
measured by the
lives you
touch rather
than the
things you
acquire. So touch
someone, and
pass this
little
message
along to a friend.

WOMEN

By the time
the Lord
made women,
he was into
his sixth day of
working
overtime. An
Angel
appeared
and said, "Why are you
spending so
much time on
this one?"
And the Lord
answered and said,
"Have you
seen the
spec sheet
on her? She
has to be completely
washable,
but not
plastic, have
200 movable
parts, all replaceable,
run on black
coffee and
leftovers,
have a
lap that can hold three
children at
one time ,
have a
kiss that can
cure anything from a
scraped knee
to a
broken heart,
and have six
pairs of hands."
The Angel
was
astounded at
the
requirements for this
one. "Six
pairs of
hands! No
Way!", "And
that's just on the
standard
model?" the
Angel asked.
The Angel
tried to stop the Lord.
"This is too
much
work for one
day. Wait
until tomorrow to
finish it."
"But I can't!",
the Lord
protested, "I
am so close to
finishing this
creation that
is so close to
my own
Heart. She already heals
herself when
she is sick
AND
can work 18
hr days." The Angel moved
closer and
touched the
woman,"but
you have
made her so soft,
Lord."
"She is soft",
the Lord
agreed, "but I
have also made
Her tough.
You have no
idea what she
can endure
or accomplish."
"Will she be
able to
think?",
asked the
Angel. The Lord replied,
"Not only will
she be able to
think, she
will be able to
reason, and negotiate."
The Angel
then noticed
something
and reached
out and touched the
woman's
cheek.
"Oops, it
looks like you
have a leak with this
model.
I told you
that you
were trying
to put too much into
this one."
"That's not a
leak," the
Lord
objected, "that's a
tear!"
"What's the
tear for?"
the Angel
asked. The Lord said,
"The tear is
her way of
expressing
her joy, her
sorrow, her pain, her
disappointme
nt, her
loneliness,
her grief,
and her pride."
The Angel
was
impressed.
"You are a
genius, Lord. You
thought of
everything,
for women
are truly
amazing." Women have
strengths
that amaze
men. They
carry
hardships, they carry
burdens but
they hold
happiness,
love and joy.
They smile when they
want to
scream. They
sing when
they want to
cry. They cry when they
are happy
and
laugh when
they are
nervous. They fight
for what
they
believe in.
They stand
up for injustice.
They don't
take "no" for
an answer
when they
believe there is a
better
solution.
They go
without so
their family can have.
They go to
the doctor
with a
frightened
friend. They love
unconditional
ly. They cry
when their
children
excel and cheer
when their
friends get
awards. They
are
happy when they hear
about a birth
or a new
marriage.
Their hearts
break when a friend dies.
They have
sorrow
at the loss of
a family
member,yet they are
strong when
they think
there is no
strength left.
They know that a
hug and a
kiss can heal
a broken
heart.
Women come in all sizes, in
all colors and
shapes.
They'll drive,
fly, walk, run
or e-mail you to show
how much
they care
about you.
The heart of
a woman is what makes
the world
spin! They
bring joy and
hope.
They give compassion
and ideals.
They give
moral
support to
their family and friends.
Women have
a lot
to say and a
lot to give.
Pass this along to your
women
friends to
remind them
how amazing
they are....... and to your
male friends

How true?

credits: orig author

Limang taon na din nang
huli kong sariwain ang
kwentong to mula sa aking
Guro habang nag peperiodical
exam kami. Isang
Unibersidad, taong 2005 nang
mangyari ang lahat. Marahil
ang mga taga Binangonan
ay alam pa nito.
Alas sais ng Gabi, pauwi na
ang aming guro mula sa 4th
floor ng University of Rizal
System Binangonan at
dumaan sa Computer
Laboratory, 3rd Floor. Mula
bintana ay nakita nyang
gumagana pa ang isang
computer sa pag iisip na
naiwan lang to ng isang
estudyante. Tinitigan nyang
maigi. Gulat nya nang
makitang umaandar to pero
naka 'UnPLUG'. Sa kaba,
pumunta sya sa Guardhouse
at kinausap ang gwardya
para magpasama at
ikumpirma ang nakita.
Teacher: Manong Abelo,
samahan mo naman ako sa
taas, may nakaiwan yata ng
computer eh.
Walang salitang sumama
ang gwardya. Pag akyat ng
3rd floor ay binuksan neto
ang pinto at pinaupo ang
Gwardya para hintayin sya.
Nang makitang hindi na
gumagana ang computer..
Teacher: Manong tara na-
.. Wala na ang nakaupong
gwardya!
Sa pagmamadali ay naiwan
neto ang bag at pumunta
ulit ng guardhouse. Nakita
ang isang gwardya na
kabado nyang tinanong..
Teacher: Daniel!! Asan ba
yang si manong Abelo!?
Nagpasama lang ako sa taas,
iniwan naman ako!
Guard: eh.. Maam.. Dba po
nasa Pangasinan? Day off po
ni Manong Abelo.

The Babysitter

Credits: orig author

This story happened in New
YOrk.
A 15 year old girl was
babysitting her little sister
while her parents
went out to a party. She sent
her sister off to bed around
9:30 while she stayed
up to watch her favorite
T.V. show. She sat in her
recliner with a blanket and
watched until it went off at
around 10:30, after it went
off she turned around
in her seat to face the big
glass door and watch the
snow fall. She sat there
for about 5 minutes or so
when she noticed a strange
man walking toward the
glass from outside. She sat
there staring as he stared at
her back. He started
to pull a shiny object out
from his coat. Thinking it
was a knife she
immediately pulled the covers
over her head. After about 10
minutes she removed the
covers and saw that he was
gone. She then called 911 and
they rushed over.
They examined outside for
any footprints in the snow,
but there were none to be
found. Two cops walked into
her house to tell her the bad
news and they noticed a trail
of big wet footprints leading
up to the chair where she
was sitting.
The cops came to their
conclusion and immediately
told the girl she was very
lucky because the man she
saw staring at her was not
standing outside, but he
was standing behind her and
what she saw was his
reflection.

Mama

I miss the hugs & the kisses i used to av0id whenever you caught me,
i miss the yellings you used to do to make me eat the slimiest veggie in town.
i miss the tears that fell from your eyes whenever you spank me
because of my mischiefs
i miss the way you wake me up when i have a nightmare
i miss the way you make me sit on your lap when we go to far places
i miss the way you laugh at my silliest jokes & dance m0ves
i miss the way you smile when i get high grades at school
i miss the way you grumble when i ask something from you and then the
next day its already there
i miss the way you comb my hair even when i hate it
i miss the way you tell me stories and sing for me even when your offkey
i miss you telling me the most beautiful girl in the world.
i miss everything about you mama
you left me so early and make me get jealous of th0se people who still
have theirs. .
Why d0es it have to be you?
I love you and I miss you.
I really do.

☻ 8 BEST THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU ARE BORED ☻

credits to iori of pd:

1. papakin ang kape kunwari
milo

2. pag-aralan ang lengguahe ng
mga
ipis

3.punuin ng tubig ang
inodoro ..

4.paghiwalayin ang coffee
creamer at
sugar sa 3 in 1

5. pagkasyahin ang sarili sa
ref

6.buksan ang tv gawing radio
7. magbilang ng buhok ..

ITOH PINAKA D' BEST

8.sunugin ang bahay at
sumigaw ng
YEHEY ,,!!!!!!!

Another story to touch your cold heart. .

Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy
who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the
rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are
recklessly driving to and from.
Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the
Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his,
"Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched
by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the
morning,
"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"
"Opo padre ... "he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be
touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.
"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass
through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the
road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."
"Thank you father ... "
"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay in this church right after school?"
"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God," and the priest would
leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but
the priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has
to say to his heavenly FATHER.
"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat
although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and
drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this
cracker.
Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how
he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that
hungry.
Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have to walk barefoot
next week, you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at
least I am still going to school.... Some say we will have a hard
season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to
school .... please help them get to school again, please God?
....Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this
pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want
to see my bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and ....
oh ...blood ....I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be
mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our
table and my schooling that is why she hits us....Oh, I think I am in
love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ...
do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always
like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my
very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you
excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you . but it is a
surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he
stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my
friend ....
youcan accompany me to the other side of the road now"
This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares
this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen
a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative
situations.
One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in
the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4
manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not
smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very
well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling,
saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas
party,playfully dashed in.
"Hello God! I ......"
"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"

Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to
help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I will
have to pass by the back door of this church .not only that, I have to
greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here....

" Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang
pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep!!!
(does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi
matatamaan ka!!!
So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road
in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.
There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his
shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on
the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless
young boy ...
Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a
face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and
carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged
the man in white, and asked,
"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child?
Do you know this child?"
The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered,
"He was my best friend . " was all he said. He took the badly wrapped
gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His
heart.
He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight.
The crowd was curious ...
On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He
visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He
consulted the parents of Andoy.
"How did you know that your son died?"
"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. "What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do
not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if
he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and
unexplainable about him.
He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's
hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he
whispered something..."
"What did he say?"
"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift ....
I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father of the
boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so
wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I cried
tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Father, but when that man
left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense
of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my
boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man that my
son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are
always there ... except at the time of his death ......"Father Agaton
suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with
trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was talking to no one ......
but .. GOD...."

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source: takmatsumoto of PD

Parents know best

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her
life 'twas on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with
such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting;
she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she
was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first
day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even
got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in
this school you had to have clout, And dating this guy would sure help
her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had
said she was too young to date. "Well I just won't tell them the
entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned
but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as
she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty
about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, But the moonlight
ride would have to wait. For Dan was half drunk by this time. But he
kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with
smoked and Dan took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that
stuff. Now Dan was ready to ride to the point But only after he'd
smoked another joint. They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to
the point at last, And Dan started trying to make a pass. A pass is
not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing
football.) "Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb." With all of her might, she
pushed Dan away: "Please take me home, I don't want to stay." Dan
cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they
were going too fast. As Dan drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny
knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to
slow down, But he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just let
me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a
moonlight ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. "Oh God,
Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force
of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt
someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, "call an
ambulance! These kids are in trouble! Voices she heard...a few words
at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then
wondered to herself if Dan was all right, And if the people in the
other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed
inside her head, As they gently told her that Dan was dead. They said
"Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you
too." "But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried. "We're sorry,
Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've
done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those
people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return
their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that
it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them
that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took
Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny
died. A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best To bid that
girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad." This story
is sad and unpleasant but true, So young people take heed, it could
have been you.

The Cookie Thief

A woman was waiting at an
airport one night,
With several long hours before
her flight.
She hunted for a book in the
airport shops. Bought a bag of cookies and
found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her
book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside
her, as bold as could be. Grabbed a cookie or two from
the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to
avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies
andwatched the clock, As the gutsy cookie thief
diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated
as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I
would blacken his eye." With each cookie she took, he
took one too,
When only one was left, she
wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a
nervous laugh, He took the last cookie and
broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate
the other,
She snatched it from him and
thought... oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and
he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any
gratitude!
She had never known when
she had been so galled, And sighed with relief when
her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings
andheaded to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the
thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane, and
sankin her seat,
Then she sought her book,
whichwas almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage,
she gasped with surprise, There was her bag of cookies,
infront of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned
in despair,
The others were his, and he
tried to share. Too late to apologize, she
realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the
ingrate, the thief.
How many times in our lives,
have we absolutely known that something was a certain
way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ...
was not?
The 4 things you cannot recover are
1. The stone: after the throw
2. The word: after it's said
3. The occasion: after the loss
4. The time: after it's gone

Infatuation, Inlove, Immaturity

• Infatuation. Parang other
term for crush, puppy love or
panandaliang attraction.
Minsan, lahat tayo akala natin
love na, pero Infatuation lang
pala. Gusto mo lang ang isang tao
kasi may isang bagay lang na
interesting sa kanya.
Madalas to sa mga taong first
time mo nakilala o nakita.
Pero minsan, eto ang isa sa mga pagkakamali ng mga
couple na kaka-start lang.
K...asi, you keep on thinking
yung bagay na interesting sa
kanya, that's why you like
him/her. Lahat naman tayo may limits.
Masama ang sobra-sobra.
Nakakaumay ang araw-araw.
In short, parang nauumay
kana sa isang bagay na lagi
mong kasama araw-araw. Parang nag-ulam ka ng
hotdog sa isang linggo,
maaumay at mauumay kana
at syempre mag-hahanap kana
ng iba. Yun ang infatuation.
Parang posporo na nauubos rin ang pulbura. • Inlove. Masaya ma-inlove
sabi nila. Pero masakit rin sa
huli.
Well, masasabi mo lang na
inlove ka kung masaya ka lagi
kasama siya kahit araw-araw pa.
Inshort, hindi nakakaumay na
siomai. Haha. Pero minsan,
masasabi mo lang na INLOVE
ka pag wala na siya.
Yung sure ka na may feelings pa kahit tapos na.
Yung naaalala mo pa rin siya
kahit may sumunod nang iba
sa kanya.
Naka-move on ka, pero
kumakabog ang dibdib mo pag nakikita mo siyang may
kasama nang iba.
Pero ang love minsan, may
halong sakripisyo para
sumaya kayong pareho.
Pwedeng hold on pa, pwede rin na magpalaya na.
Sabi nga nila, kung mahal mo
siya, palayain mo na.
Well, andaming pwedeng
explanations para sa mga
inlove/love. Mararamdaman mo lang yung
fireworks sa dibdib mo pag
LOVE na. • Immaturity. Eto yung
madalas sa nasosobrahan sa
expectations.
Minsan, nagmama-ala fairy
tales, koreanovela, etc .. ang
isip. Eto yung mga taong OA na
kung mag-isip. Minsan, anak
kaagad, asawa kaagad.
Pero pwede rin hindi pa. Haha.
Eto kasi yung tipo na i-lilike
mo yung lahat sa kanya. Parang sa facebook, lahat ng
ipopost nya sa fb nya, ililike
mo rin.
Tapos, mag-popost sa wall nya
ng mga cheesy lines, or
pictures na may love. Eto rin minsan yung halos
araw-araw mo siya gusto
itext.
Yung oras-oras mo siya gusto
makita, segu-segundo na
phone calls. Minsan, nagagalit sa mababaw
na bagay, minsan iniiyakan pa
kahit super babaw lang.
Yung minsan, OA na. Pag
iniisip mo na umiiyak ka,
gusto mo i-comfort ka nya. Pag sinabi mong na-mimiss
mo siya, gusto mo may reply
kaagad na miss you too.
In short, di mo binibigyan ng
time yung partner mo para
ma-miss ka. Di naman kasi lahat ng I LOVE
YOU mo, kailangan may I LOVE
YOU TOO kaagad.
Di porket, hindi siya nagreply,
iisipin mo kaagad na hindi
kana nya mahal. Inshort ulit, madali kang
MAG-ALANGAN sa mga bagay
na mababaw. Antaas kasi ng
expectations mo. nakakatama

paPeysbuk nga!

Linya ng
estudyante na uubusin ang
baon para makapagrent sa isang
internet
shop. Linya ng isang
empleyado
pagkadating niya sa opisina at
naabutang ginagamit ng katrabaho ang office
computer. Linya ng
kapitbahay na gustong maki
gamit
ng internet sa kadahilanang
hindi siya nakapagbayad ng bill. At
kung
sino man ang sinasabihan nila,
malamang ang isasagot nito
ay.. "teka, log out ko lang..".
Nagpe- facebook din pala. Facebook.
Ang social networking
site na lumamon sa myspace at
friendster. Ito rin ang pilit
kinakaibigan ng ilan pang
aspiring forms of social media. Pansinin
mo,
yung mga bagong
kumakaribal sa Facebook e
may feature kung saan
magrereflect din sa FB account mo
ang kung ano mang post mo,
gamit
ang site nila. Gaya nalang ng
twitter, tumblr at kung ano
ano pa. Parang pelikula. Pag pinalabas
ito sa sinehan sa guadamall
(ang
mabagsik na mall sa
guadalupe),
ipapalabas din ito sa sinehan ng
MOA. Nagkakaiba nga lang sa
level
ng urine aroma at dami ng
surot sa
upuan. Sa sobrang popularidad nito ay
pwede na itong iconsider na
necessity. Iba na ngayon.
Humans
need food, water and
facebook. Clothing? Ano ngayon kung
nakahubad. At least.
nakaporma ka naman sa bago
mong profile picture.
Pwede na ngang iconsider ang
kasalukuyan bilang "The Facebook
Era". Ang panahon kung saan
tangap na ang mga bading at
tomboy (kaya ikaw, wag na
magpanggap, ok na daw, di
mo na kelangan mag gym kuno),
kung
saan mas mahal nang mga tao
ang
aso kesa sa kapwa nila tao
(inday!! ibigay mo ung ulam mo kay
brownie, mag skyflakes ka
nalang!!!), kung saan lahat ay
tumatakbo sa mga marathon,
kung
saan lahat ay may necklace na ang
pendant ay isang mamahaling
camera, kung saan papalitan
na ng
cobra at sting ang dumadaloy
sa mga tubo ng NAWASA, kung saan
lahat ng statement ay dapat
magtapos sa isang uri ng
emoticon
(uy, tang ina mo, joke. (",) ).
Lahat ito ay bahagi na ng social
norm.
Lahat tangap na. Pero huwag.
Uulitin ko. HUWAG NA HUWAG
mong
sasabihin, lalo na sa isang pampublikong lugar na. "Ay,
wala
akong Facebook eh..". Patay ka
dyan brad. Kiss of death yun.
Baka
bigla kang paskilan ng papel sa noo mo na may nakasulat na
EEEWWWW!!!. Baka biglang
magkaroon ng caste system sa
pinas at lahat ng walang FB
account
ay mga untouchables. Pwede ring i-
ekskomunikado ka ng
simbahan katoliko at
ipapakalat ito sa mga
tweet ng arsobispo. Kung
stalker ka, di na kelangan ng paliwanag kung bakit adik na
adik
ka sa FB. Pero para sa masa.
Ano
bang meron dito? Bukod sa
green joke na ibinulong sayo nung tropa mong adik,
pwede
ka ding magshare ng pictures
(aka
pix),videos, notes at mga links
mula sa iba pang sites. Makikita ito
ng
mga "friends" mo at pwede
silang magkomento dito.
Walang limit ang
pagpo post. May sense man o wala.
Healthy nga daw ito sabi nung
mga
sociologist. Exercising our
rights to
free speech daw ito. Pero lahat ba e
post-worthy? O karamihan ay
nagdadala lang ng badtrip.
Freedom of speech pala ha. Ito
ang
post ko tungkol sa mga post ng iba.
Guilty tayo dito. 1. Iwasan ang
pabigla – biglang
pagpapalit ng relationship
status.
Lalo na kung mababaw lang ang
dahilan tulad ng late reply sa
text o
hindi pag iloveyou sayo ang
jowa
mo kaninang alas tres (sarili nyong 3 o'clock habit). Dahil
pag nagka-
ayos kayo, at ibinalik mo sa
dati
ang status mo, ikaw din ang
magmumukhang praning. 2. Walang masama kung purong
tagalog ang shout out mo.
Wag
matakot na sabihan nang "uy
makata". Kesa naman panay
nga ang english, sablay naman ang
grammar at hindi kakikitaan
ng sense ang sinabi. (iba ang
you're sa
your). 3. Check in. Ang post
kung saan sinasabi ang kasalukuyan
mong
lokasyon. Positibo. Pwedeng
maging safety precaution. At
least
alam nila kung saan ka huling pumunta sakaling di ka
mahagilap ng ilang araw.
Negatibo. Easy prey
ka sa mga serial killers o sa
kaibigan na may galit sayo.
(Ingat ka silvestre. hehehe) 4. May
"about you" page ang FB.
Dun mo isusulat ang mga hilig
mo. Di
mo na kelangan pang magpost
ng magpost ng mga youtube
videos
nila Ozzy Osbourne, Metallica o
Korn para ipagdiinan na
rakista ka. Ikaw din, baka
mahirapan kang panindigan. Lalo na pag
tumugtog
na ang paborito mong kanta ni
Katy
Perry. Napaindak at sing along
si kumag. 5. Hindi kelangan
magpost ng mga
litrato o video nang
iniembalsamo o
bangkay na durog durog ang
katawan at labas ang mga laman
loob. Palit kaya kayo nung
andun
sa picture. Ako naman ang
magpopost. 6. Magtira ng
konting privacy para sa sarili. Hindi lahat ng bagay
ay
dapat ishare. Lalo na sa social
media. Sarilinin mo nalang ang
gusot sa pamilya o away mag
asawa. Pribado na yon. Post ka ng post, tapos mababadtrip ka
kung
gagawing pulutan sa inuman
ang
kwento ng buhay mo. 7. Ok
lang ipost ang mga bago mong
gamit. Gaya ng mga gadget,
damit o
accessories. Natural lang
maging
proud ka lalo na kung pinaghirapan
mo o importanteng tao ang
nagbigay sayo nito. Di lang
siguro tama na sabihing "hay
nakakapagod na
magshopping, andami ko kasi pinamili". 8.
Kung sakaling may nagpost ng
malungkot o kaya'y tungkol
sa
isang masamang pangyayari
sa kanila, wag mong i-like. Ano
yun?
Nagustuhan mo pa na
sumemplang
siya sa kanal. 9. Wag mong i-
like ang sarili mong post. Kaya nga pinost mo in
the first
place. Mas malala kung ikaw
din
ang magcocomment. Parang
loner ka naman nun. 10. Wag kang
basta basta magpost
ng nakakagagong comment,
lalo na
sa mga picture kung saan may
mga taong di mo kilala. Halimbawa:
"Pre, sino yang kasama mo sa
pic? si
Bella Flores?". Huli mo na
nalaman. Girlfriend pala niya
yun. 11. Kung sakaling may nagpost ng
matino at informative na
mensahe.
Magpasalamat. Huwag mag
angas
sabay comment nang "ay luma na
yan, huli kana sa balita" o kaya
"wala, kalokohan lang yan".
Wag kang magmagaling.
Matalino kaba
na parang si Rizal? E di pabaril ka sa
Luneta. 12. Wag gamitin ang
FB para
magpakalat ng maling
impormasyon
at maghatid ng mass hysteria. Pero
kung sino man ang napost na
aabot
dito ang radiation sa japan.
Nagpapasalamat sayo ang
manufacturer ng Betadine. 13. Wag sumali at i-like ang isang
fan page kung puro
kagaguhan lang
ang ipopost mo sa wall nito.
Halimbawa, nagpamember ka
sa page ng isang seksing artista
tapos
mag cocomment ka lang ng
"uy, sarap mo naman, parang
mainit na
lugaw sa malamig sa madaling araw". Tapos magtataka,
"hala..
bakit ako na banned?". 14.
Hindi lang ikaw ang may
gustong manood ng sine. Wag
kang mag post ng mga spoilers na
maaaring ikabadtrip ng iba.
"just
watched Nardong Putik: Ang
Pagbabalik Ni Totoy Burak,
ganda ng ending, napatay nya ung kontra
bida sa pamamagitan ng
pagpukpok
sa ulo ng isang palayok, pero
sad
dahil huli na nang malaman nya na
tatay niya pala yun..". 15. Di
naman ata kelangan simulan
ang post mo sa salitang
"Damn!!" o
kaya "Oh gosh" lalo na kung di naman malubha o kagulat
gulat ang
pangyayari. Halimbawa: "oh
gosh,
umuulan". Taga saudi??? 16.
Wag matawa at kantyawan kung corny o masyadong
romantiko
ang isang post. Tandaan mo,
magmamahal ka din. Lintik
lang ang
walang ganti. Dami kong kilalang
ganyan. 17. Ok lang siguro
ipost kung ano at
kung saan ka kumakain.
Iwasan
lang yung pagpopost ng close up
pictures nung pagkain mismo.
Marami ang nagpapalipas ng
gutom
sa pamamagitan ng Facebook.
Sino ka para inggitin sila. Parang yung
feeling na, asa air-con bus ka,
pauwi sa bahay at gutom
tapos may
kumag na kakain ng burger at
fries. Langhap mo ang bawat kagat
niya.
Di maka tao. Dapat palitan ang
pangalan niya. Gawing Lucifer.
18. Ok lang siguro ang mag
post sa paraang Jejemon. Trip mo yun
e.
Wag mo nga lang asahan na
seseryosohin ka kahit matino
ang
gusto mong sabihin. Expect mo rin
na lahat ng comment sayo e
magtatapos sa "jejejeje". 19.
Wag magimbita sa isang
okasyon gamit ang shout out
mo, tapos may ita-tag ka lang na
piling
tao. Bangag kaba? Makikita ng
lahat ng "friends" mo na iilan
lang
ang gusto mo papuntahin sa nasabing okasyon. 20. Pwede
ba?? HINDI PORKET ALL
CAPS E GALIT ANG NAGPOST.
BAKA
LUMUBOG AT NASTUCK LANG
ANG CAPS LOCK. 21. Sapat naman na
siguro ang
tatlong exclamation point para
ipaalam sa bumabasa na puno
ng
emosyon ang post mo. Di mo kelangan punuin ng
punctuations
porket walang bayad ang
extra characters tulad ng sa
text
messaging. Halimbawa. Pakyu ka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Mali yun.
Dapat. Pakyu ka!!! 22. Iwasang
magpost kung ikaw ay
(a) lasing, (b) nasa
impluwensya ng
ipinagbabawal na gamot o (c) hindi
tinirahan ng ulam. Walang
gustong
makabasa ng pag aamok mo
na
puno ng mali maling spelling. Kung sakaling nakakaramdam
ng "FB
rage", magpahid ng menthol
toothpaste sa mga palad, at
itampal
tampal sa mukha mo hanggang sa
kumalma. 23. Oo, dapat sulitin
ang unlimited
surfing na maghapon mong
binantayan para lang
maregister. Pero di ibig sabihin nun na
post lang
ng post. Halimbawa, ang
ilalagay
mo sa shout out mo e tatlong
magkakasunond na tuldok. Ano
yun? Buti pa quote nalang.
Time is
gold. 24. Wag trigger happy sa
"share"
button. Hindi porket di nagappear
sa profile page ang mabangis
mong
status message e kelangan
mong
tiktikin ang pagpindot. Antayin mo
lang. Mamaya ilang beses na
pala napost. Paulit ulit. Wag
kang atat.
Lalo na kung ang ipopost mo e
"Patience is a virtue". 25. Wag mong kakumpetensyahin
ang youtube sa dami ng video
na
nakapost sa wall mo. OK lang
siguro
kung ishare mo ang isang nakakatawang clip kung saan
may
nag susurfing na pusa o kaya
naman e makabuluhang
excerpt ng isang
documentary. Wag naman yung
lahat ng mtv ng kantang
marinig mo
sa jeep o lahat ng episode ng
wow
mali. 26. Wag ipahamak ang sarili. Kung
sakaling pwede naman palang
acronym ang isang term e
wag mo
na itong buuhin sa iyong post.
Loud out loud!!!!. 27. Hindi
masamang makisali sa
mga occasional drives o
campaigns.
Tulad ng paggamit ng picture
ng nanay mo pag mother's day o
pag
post ng mensahe tungkol sa
cancer
bilang status message mo.
Hindi porket di ka nakisali e cool o mas
sophisticated ka. 28. Kung may
nagcomment o
nagpost sa wall mo na di mo
kilala
ang pangalan pati na ang picture. I-
open saglit ang profile. Wag
mo
agad replyan ng makamandag
na
"HU U?". Malay mo, tropa mo pala yun. Binaliktad lang ang
pangalan.
O kaya naman e dinagdagan
ng H.
Mhayhumhi Pharhedez. 29.
Kung magcocomment ka, halimbawa sa isang picture,
iwasang gumamit ng
paghahalintulad sa ibang tao
lalo
na kung kagaguhan lang ang
sasabihin mo. Halimbawa, "baduy ng porma mo pre,
parang bisaya
lang" o kaya "mukha kang
magsasaka". Tandaan, di ka
lamang
o nakahihigit sa mga bisaya at magsasaka. Ikaw kaya,
magpost ka
ng video tungkol sa mga
unggoy, tapos may
magcomment,
"ambobobo naman nila, parang
ikaw". 30. Wag kang
magatubiling bumati
sa mga post tungkol sa
panganganak ng isang ina,
pagpapakasal ng magsing irog o
pagkatangap sa trabaho. Sa
magulong mundo, hindi ba't
masarap ishare ang mga
positibong
pangyayari. Code of ethics. Wala. Oo. Walang
basagan ng trip. Pero hindi ba
mas maganda kung
ginagamit mo to sa matinong
paraan? Pa-Peysbuk nga!!!
by: Shamcey Supsup

untitled

A young man was getting
ready to graduate college. For
many months he had admired
a beautiful sports car in a
dealer's
showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he
told
him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day
approached, the young man
awaited
signs that his father had
purchased the car. Finally, on
the morning of his graduation his
father called him into his
private
study. His father told him how
proud he was to have such a
fine son, and told him how much
he loved him. He handed his
son
a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat
disappointed the young man
opened the box and found a
lovely, leather-bound Bible.
Angrily,
he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money
you
give me a Bible?" and stormed
out of the house, leaving the
holy
book. Many years passed and the
young man was very
successful in
business.
He had a beautiful home and
wonderful family, but realized his
father was very old, and
thought perhaps he should go
to him. He
had not seen him since that
graduation day. Before he could make
arrangements, he received a
telegram telling him his father
had
passed away, and willed all of
his possessions to his son. He needed to come home
immediately and take care
things.
When he arrived at his father's
house, sudden sadness and
regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's
important papers and
saw the still new Bible, just as
he had left it years ago. With
tears, he opened the Bible and
began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key
dropped from an envelope
taped behind the Bible.
It had a tag with the dealer's
name, the same dealer who
had the sports car he had desired. On
the tag was the date of his
graduation,
and the words...PAID IN FULL. How many times do we miss
God's blessings because they
are not
packaged as we expected?

the window through which we look

A young couple moves into a
new neighborhood.
The next morning while they
are eating breakfast,
the young woman sees her
neighbor hanging the wash outside.
"That laundry is not very
clean", she said.
"She doesn't know how to
wash correctly.
Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looked on, but
remained silent. Every time her neighbor
would hang her wash to dry,
the young woman would
make the same comments. About one month later, the
woman was surprised to see a
nice clean wash on the line and
said to her husband: "Look, she has learned how to
wash correctly.
I wonder who taught her
this." The husband said, "I got up
early this morning and
cleaned our windows." And so it is with life. What we
see when watching others
depends on the purity of the
window through which we
look. Isn't this a good one?!

Pretty Clever

A wise man sat in the audience
and cracked a joke,
everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment, he cracked
the same joke again,
less people laugh this time. He cracked the same joke again
and again, When there is no laughter in
the crowd, He smiled and said: "you can't laugh on the same
joke again and again,
then why do you keep crying
on the same thing over and
over again?

Differences

A water bearer in China had
two large pots, each hung on
the ends of a pole which he
carried across his neck. One of
the pots had a crack in it, while
the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion
of water. At the end of the
long walk from the stream to
theHouse, the cracked pot
arrived only half full. For a full
two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering
only one and a half pots full of
water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was
proud of its accomplishments,
perfect for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was
ashamed of it's own
imperfection. And miserable that it was able to accomplish
only half of what it had been
made to do. After two years of what it
perceived to be a bitter failure,
it spoke to the water bearer
one day by the stream. "I am
ashamed of myself, and I want
to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half
my load because this crack in
my side causes water to leak
out all the way back to your
house. Because of my flaws,
you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full
value from your efforts," the
pot said. The bearer said to the pot, "Did
you notice that there were
flowers only on your side of
the path, but not on the other
pot's side? That's because I
have always known about your flaw. So I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path,
and every day while we walk
back, you've watered them.
For two years I have been able
to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without
you being just the way you
are, there would not be this
beauty to grace the house? Moral: Each of us has our own
unique flaws. We're all cracked
pots. But it's the cracks and
flaws we each have that make
our lives together so very
interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each
person for what they are, and
look for the good in them.
Blessed are the flexible, for
they shall not be bent out of
shape. Remember to appreciate all the different
people in your life and
recognize them for what they
actually contribute to making
your life better.

Warning: Upgrading Girlfriend to Wife

Dear Tech Support Team,
... ...
Last year I upgraded from
Girlfriend
5.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon
noticed that the new program began
unexpected child-
processes that took up a lot
of space and valuable
resources.
... ... ... ... In addition, Wife 1.0
installed itself int all other
programs and now monitor
all other system activities.
Application such as
BachelorNights 10.3 , PlayBall 5.0 ,
BeerWithBuddies 7.5,
PlayPoke 2.8,
DotaHours6.72f and
Outings 3.6 no longer run,
crashing the syste whenever selected. I can't
seem to kee Wife 1.0 in the
background while
attempting to run my
favorite applications. I'm
thinkin about going back to Girlfriend 5.0 , but the
'uninstall' doesn't work on
Wife 1.0. Please help!
Thanks, "A Troubled User" REPLY:
Dear Troubled User, This is
very common problem that
people complain about.
Many peopl upgrade from
Girlfrien 5.0 to Wife 1.0 , thinking that it is just a
Utilities and Entertainment
program. Wife 1.0 is an
OPERATING SYSTEM and is
designed by its Creator to
run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife
1.0 and to return to
Girlfriend 5.0 . It is
impossible to uninstall, or
purge the program files
from the system once installed. You cannot go
back to
Girlfriend 5.0 because Wife
1.0 is
designed not to allow this.
(Look in your Wife 1.0 Manual under Warnings-
Alimony-Child Support). I
recommend that you keep
Wife1.0 and work on
improving the environment.
I suggest installing the
background
application "Yes Dear" to
alleviate
software augmentation. The
best course of action is to enter the command C:
\APOLOGIZE because
ultimately you will have to
give the
APOLOGIZE command
before the system will return to normal
anyway. Wife 1.0
is a great program, but it
tends to be very high
maintenance. Wife 1.0
comes with several support programs,such as Clean 2.5,
Cook 1.5,BathTheBaby Nth
and DriveMeHome 10.2
However, be very careful
how you use these
programs. Improper use will cause the system to
launch the program
NagNag 9.5. Once this
happens, the only way to
improve the performance of
Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software Dresses
2.1, Shoes 3.3, Bag 4.8,
FineDineIn 1.1, Jewellery
5.0. and
CashInHand version10kUp
WARNING: DO NOT, under any circumstances, install
SecretaryWithShortSkirt
3.3,OfficemateWithGreatBody
6.9 -Backup
files suck as Bestfriends,
Schoomates, Officemates and
SmokeBuddies was
already been removed. This
application
is not supported by Wife 1.0
and will cause irreversible damage to the
operating system and to
your computer as well....

Courage and Love

Walking down a path
through some woods in
Georia,I saw a water puddle
ahead of the path. I angled
my direction to go around
it,on the part of the path that wasnt covered by
water and mud.
But as i reached the
puddle,I was suddenly
attacked!Yet I did nothing
for the attack was so unpredictable and from a
source so totally
unexpected.I was startled
as well as unhurt,despite
having been struck four or
five time already. I backed up a foot and my
attacker stopped.Instead he
hovered in the air,on
graceful butterfly wings,in
front of me.Had I been
hurt,I wouldnt have found it amusing.But I was
unhurt,it was funny,and I
was laughing.After all, I was
being "attacked" by a
butterfly!
Having stopped laughing. I took a step forward. My
attacker rushed me again.
He rammed me in the chest
with his head and
body,striking me over and
over again with all his might-still to no avail.
For the second time,I
retreated a step while my
attacker relented in his
motion.Yet again, I tried
moving forward. My attacker charged me
agained!I was rammed in
the chest over and over so
that I wasnt sure what to
do,other than to retreat a
third time.After all,its just not everyday that one is
"attacked" by a butterfly!
This time,though,i stepped
back several paces to look
the situation over.
My attacker moved back,only to land on the
ground.Thats when i
discovered why the
butterfly was charging me
only moments earlier.He
had a mate,and she was dying.She was beside the
puddle where hed landed.
Sitting close beside her,the
butterfly opened and closed
his wings as if to fan her.I
could only admire the love and courage of that
butterfly in his concern for
his mate.He had taken it
upon himself to attack me
for his mates sake,even
though she was clearly dying,and I was so large. He
did so just to give her those
extra few precious
moments of life,anxious
that I might have been
careless enough to step on her.
Now I knew why and what
he was fighting for.There
was really only one option
left for me.I carefully made
my way around the puddle to the other side of the
path,though it was only
inches wide and extremely
muddy.
His courage in attacking
something thousand times larger and heavier than
himself,just for his mates
safety,justified it.I just had
to reward him by walking
on the more difficult side of
the puddle.He had truly earned those moments to
be with her,undisturbed.
I left them in peace for
those last few
moments,cleaning the mud
from my boots when i later reached my car.
These days,I always try to
remember the courage of
that butterfly whenever I
see huge obstacles facing
me.I use that butterflys courage as an inspiration-
and to remind myself that
good things are worth
fighting for. David L. Kuzminski

yung feeling na. .

Yung feeling na ..
late ka sa klase tas kung
tumingin sayo mga
classmates mo parang
criminal ka .. -----------------------------------------------------
Yung feeling na.. tinatanong ka ng crush mo
kung cnu ung crush mo.
Anong isasagot mo?
----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling
na..
bago ka matulog,
nag iimagine ka pa ng mga
gusto mung mangyari..
----------------------------------------------------- Alam mo yung
feeling na,
Katabi mo na si crush pero... hindi ka makapagsalita sa
sobrang saya at kilig.
----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling
na..
siya ang PRINCE CHARMING
mo ,
pero hindi ikaw ang
CINDERELLA nya.. -----------------------------------------------------
Alam mo 'yong masakit?
'yong tipong hindi mo siya
MAKALIMUTAN,
pero siya halos hindi ka
MATANDAAN. ----------------------------------------------------- yung
feeling na , hindi alam
ng ibang tao na KAYO ,
kaya yun inaasar SIYA sa
iba. ----------------------------------------------------- That moment of pain
when you see your crush
flirting with another girl.
----------------------------------------------------- Alam mo yung
pakiramdam
na hindi naman naging
KAYO ,
pero nagmu-MOVE ON ka.
----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling na
sabi ng teacher grouping
daw,
pero mag isa mung
gumagawa.. ----------------------------------------------------- yung
feeling na horror
yung movie pero kinikilig
ka kase gwapo yung bida..
----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling na
,
pilit mong inaalam yung
sikreto
at nung nalaman mo na ,
ang BABAW lang pala.
----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling na
,
TUMATAWA ka muna bago
mo IKWENTO ----------------------------------------------------- Yung
feeling na gusto mo
siya
pero natatakot ka sabihin
dahil baka di mo
magustuhan yung sagot
niya. ----------------------------------------------------- yung
feeling na nagagalit
siya
pag maikli yung sinusuot
mong damit ! -----------------------------------------------------
yung feeling na nag EYE TO
EYE kayo ng CRUSH mo ,
tapos bigla siyang ngumiti.
----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling na
may
nakasalubong kang TAO ,
tapos di niyo alam kung sa
KANAN o KALIWA kayo
dadaan. ----------------------------------------------------- yung feeling na ,
nakita mo siyang may
kasamang IBA ,
tapos simpleng nasasaktan
KA --- yung feeling na
hindi ka makatingin sa
crush mu
kase nakatingin pa sya
sayo.. --- yung feeling na
ang ganda na ng
pinapanuod mu sa bus
tapos bababa ka na pala.. --- yung feeling na
mas madaling makatulog sa
school kesa sa bahay --- yung feeling na
gusto mo syang makita,
kaso hanggang PD profile
kana lang.. --- yung feeling na
magkakagusto ka pa lang
sa kanya,
tapos sya may gusto na pala SAYO --- Yung feeling na,
sa kahit pinakamaliit na
bagay..
NAPAPANGITI ka na niya. --- yung feeling na
nagtext si crush
tapos wrongsend pala.. --- yung feeling na
hindi mu alam kung
papaano ka maglalakad ..
kase cnusundan ka ng
tingin ng crush mo !! x) --- yung feeling na ang sweet
nyo sa isa't isa,
sineryoso mo pero laro lang
skanya. --- yung feeling na
may number ka ng mahal
mo
pero hindi mo sya matext
kase nahihiya ka ng todo --- ikaw, anung feeling mu?

MAHAL MO BA TALAGA ANG IPINAGMAMALAKI MONG MAHAL MO? GAANO KA KASIGURADO?

Mahal mo ba tlga ang
pngmamalaki mong mahal
mo? SURVEY yourself.. SINO BA ANG MAHAL MO: PAANO MO BA NASABING
MAHAL MO
NA SIYA??? dahil ba natutuwa ka sa
kanya?:
o kaya naman naaaliw ka?:
naswee-sweetan ka ba ng
sobra sa
kanya?: kinikilig ka ba pag nakikita
mo siya?:
at nahi-high kapag naririnig
mo na ang
boses niya?: eh teka muna…
baka naman infatuated ka
lang..
o kaya naman kagaya nga ng
sagot mo..
BAKA naaaliw ka lang… dahil kakaiba siya..
may spark na hindi mo
maintindihan.. GAANO MO NA BA SIYA
KAKILALA???… madali ba siyang mapikon?:
pano ba siya mabadtrip?:
madali bang mahalata na
may topak siya?:
ano bang suot niya pag nasa
bahay siya?: shorts ba o pantalon?:
nakasando ba siya o naka-t-
shirt lang?:
matagal ba siyang maligo?:
kumakain ba siya ng
vegetables?: tamad ba siya?:
mas gusto ba niyang manood
ng tv kaysa
magbasa ng libro?:
nagpe-play station ba siya?:
tatlo ba ang pamangkin niyang lalaki?:
makukulit ba yung mga
kamag-anak niya?:
green ba ang kulay ng gate
ng bahay nila?:
sa village ba siya nakatira?: may sakayan ba ng jeep na
malapit sa kanila?:
nagsisimba ba siya linggo-
linggo?:
kasama ba yung pamilya
niya?: at nagdadasal ba siya bago
matulog?: in short…
alam mo na nga ba??
ang mga bagay-bagay…
ang mga simpleng bagay
tungkol sa
kanya… na nagdedetermine ng sarili
niya…
as in kung sino ba talaga
SIYA… KAYA MO BA SIYANG
TANGGAPIN???…
as in TANGGAPIN ng buong-
buo: sa lahat ng trip niya sa buhay: sa lahat ng katopakan niya: sa
lahat ng pag-iinarte at pag-
dadrama
niya:
sa lahat ng kasalanang
nagawa, ginawa,
at gagawin pa lang niya:
sa lahat ng naiisip niya:
sa lahat ng sasabihin niya:
sa kilos niya:
sa pananamit pa pala niya:
sa pagsasalita: sa pananaw niya sa buhay:
sa pagtrato niya sa tao:
sa lifestyle niya:
sa uri ng pamilyang meron
siya:
sa uri ng kaibigang kasa- kasama niya:
sa style niya pagdating sa
love:
sa kasweetan niyang natural:
sa paglalambing niya:
sa tawa niyang pagkalakas- lakas:
sa hilik niya:
sa manners niya:
sa pagmumura niya:
sa bisyo niya kung meron
man: sa mga pang-aasar niya sayo:
sa style niya pagdating sa
pagsolve ng
problema:
sa problemang maaari ka
ring masama: KAYA MO BANG MAGING
TOTOO???… YUNG kaya mo bang makita yung
sarili mo…
na kasama pa rin siya ha…
sa isang sitwasyong pag
naisip mo eh…
mapapaiyak ka na lang sa sakit…
nang dahil din sa kanya??: kaya mo bang magmukhang
t****…?
as in umiyak ng dahil sa
kababawan…
ibuhos ang mga
nararamdaman mo… kahit na puro kababawan
nga lang
naman..
as in kahit sa harapan niya???
… kaya mo bang maging
barubal pag
kasama mo
siya???…
yung tipo bang wala ka ng
pakialam… mawala man ang manners
mo…
na wala ka naman talaga…
in short… KAYA MO BANG MAGING
IKAW KAPAG
KASAMA MO NA SIYA???… yung tipong hindi ka
nahihiyang ipakita
kung sino
ka NARARAMDAMAN MO…
ka talaga…
dahil alam mong… HINDI MO LANG SIYA
TANGGAP…
TANGGAP KA RIN NIYA…
BUONG-BUO RIN… MGA TAO!!!…
tama na kasi ang trip…
tama na ang pagmamadali…
oo masarap ngang mainvolve
sa isang tao…
pero diba mas masarap yun… LALO NA KUNG ALAM MONG
TOTOO o ano? mhal mo b tlga? o
ngsisimula k ng mgduda? cge pa.. convince
urslf! go!
shoot! ;-)

ang mga kasinungalingan ni nanay

UNANG KASINUNGALINGAN noong bata pa ako, madalas
ay wala kaming
makain.Ngunit kung
sinuwerteng magkaroon ay
ako lamang ang pinakakain ng
aking ina.Kapag inalok ko sya, ang
sasabihin nya "Ikaw na lang
ang kumain busog pa ako" IKALAWANG
KASINUNGALINGAN pumapasok syang tagahugas
ng pinggan sa isang panciteria
ng intsik.Hating gabi na sya
kung dumating ngunit
nakukuha pa nyang magsulsi
ng mga sira kong damit.Kapag sinabihan ko na syang
matulog na, ang isasagot nya
"Kailangan kong tapusin ang
mga ito, hindi pa ako
inaantok" IKATLONG
KASINUNGALINGAN Kapag bagong sweldo, ibibili
nya ako ng fried chicken at
kapag sinubuan ko sya para
matikman ang pasalubong nya
para sa akin, iiling sya at
sasabihing:"Hindi ako mahilig sa Fried chicken, sa iyo na lang
yan" IKAAPAT NA
KASINUNGALINGAN Pumasok syang domestic
helper sa Saudi upang mapag
aral ako sa Kolehiyo.Lagi
nyang isinusulat sa akin
"Masaya ako dito at mababait
ang aking amo" Ngunit isang araw ay tumigil
na ang pagpapadala ng sulat ni
Inay IKALIMA SANANG
KASINUNGALINGAN
Kaya pala,may nangyaring
masama sa kanya.Hindi
totoong mababait ang amo
nya.Tira-tirahan lang ang pagkaing ibinibigay sa kanya.
Kasunod noon ay walang
awang
pambububog ang ginawa sa
kanya. Hindi na niya nakayanan ang
hirap at sa kapirasong pagkain
ay buhay niya ang naging
kapalit. Umuwi si Nanay na nasa loob
ng
kahon.Hindi na nya
maisasatinig
ang ikalima sanang
kasinungalingan Parang naririnig ko sa
kanyang
malumanay na boses ang
katagang, "Huwag kang umiyak anak....
Okey lang ako"

"Adult people are the ones "polluting" the mind of the innocent! Kulits appears more proper than the interrogator!"-frances

A Filipino boy was very sad in
class. The teacher asked, "KULITS
what is your problem?" KULITS answered, "I'm too
smart for the first-grade. My
sister is in the third-grade
and I'm smarter than she is!
I think I should be in the third-
grade too!" Teacher had enough. She
took KULITS to the principal's
office.
While KULITS waited in the
outer office, the teacher
explained to the principal what the situation was. The
principal told the teacher he
would give the boy a test and
if he failed to answer any of
her
questions he was to go back to the first-grade and
behave.
She agreed. KULITS was brought in and the
conditions were explained
to him and he agreed to take
the test. Principal: What is 3 x 3? KULITS: 9, maam! Principal: What
is 6 x 6? KULITS: 36, maam! And so it went with every
question the principal
thought a third-grade should
know.
The principal looks at teacher
and tells her, "I think KULITS can go to the
third-grade. " Teacher says to the principal,
"I have some of my
own questions. Can I ask
him ?" The principal and KULITS both
agreed. Teacher asks: What does a
cow have four of that I
have only two of? KULITS: Legs, maam! Teacher : What is in your
pants that you have but I
do not have? KULITS: Pockets! Teacher: What starts with a C
and ends with a T, is
hairy, oval, delicious and
contains thin whitish liquid? KULITS: Coconut! Teacher: What goes in hard
and pink then comes out
soft And sticky? (The principal's eyes open
really wide and before he
could stop the answer,
KULITS. was taking charge...) KULITS: Bubblegum, maam! Teacher: What
does a man do
standing up, a woman
does sitting down and a dog
does on three legs? (The principal's eyes open
really wide and before he
could stop the answer…) KULITS: Shake hands! Teacher: Now I will ask some
"Who am I" sort of
questions, okay?
KULITS: Yep! Teacher: You stick your poles
inside me. You tie me
down to get me up. I get wet
before you do. KULITS: Tent Teacher: A finger goes in me.
You fiddle with me
when you're bored. The
best man always has me first. KULITS: Wedding Ring, maam! Teacher: I
come in many sizes.
When I'm not well, I
drip. When you blow me, you
feel good. KULITS: Nose! Teacher: I have a stiff shaft.
My tip penetrates. I
come with a quiver. What is
it? KULITS: Arrow! Teacher: What word starts
with a 'F' and ends in 'K'
that means lot of heat and
excitement? KULITS: Firetruck! Teacher: What word starts
with a 'F' and ends in 'K'
& if u don't get it, u have to
use ur hand. KULITS: Fork! Teacher: What is it that all
men have one. It's
longer on some men, than on
others,
the pope doesn't use his and
a man gives it to his wife after they're married? KULITS: SURNAME!
Teacher: What part of the
man has no bone but has
muscles, has lots of veins, like
pumping, & is responsible
for making love ? KULITS: HEART, maam! The principal breathed a sigh
of relief and said to
the teacher : Principal: Huh! send this Boy
to Harvard University!!! Even
I got
the last ten questions wrong
myself! :D [Like.Comment.Share]
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kwentong HORROR: Jeepney Ride

credits: sayo owner!
Jeepney Ride

By Matthew
Date: 2006-12-03
Country: Philippines


It's funny when certain events in our lives occur and we blame it all
to bad luck. What's funnier is the things that we do to counter the
flow of bad energy that causes these so called bad luck or bad events.
At least at that time I thought it was funny, until my friend shared
her unlikely experience.

This story is about my friend and her scary jeepney ride going home.
For those of you who don't know what jeepneys are, they are a popular
means of public transportation in the Philippines. They were
originally made from US military jeeps left over from World War II and
are well known for their flamboyant decoration and crowded seating.

My friend went home late after finishing their school project, now
since she lives within the vicinity of the U.P. Diliman campus
(University of the Philippines) it was perfectly safe for her to take
the jeepney instead of taking a taxi in going home during late hours.
It was about midnight when she took the ride home, and she could not
help but notice the driver kept glancing at her through his rear view
mirror and then he would turn to her. (Now all jeepneys have their own
route and do not take any turns and they have to stick to their route
or else there is a big chance that they would run into some cop
trouble). What's odd about this jeepney ride besides the eerie glances
that the driver gave from time to time, he was also taking turns in
corners that he was not suppose to. Afraid of what the drivers plans
are, she was even more afraid of her surroundings because it seemed as
if she was in the middle of nowhere already. So instead of going down,
she just stayed on the jeep. On the last turn that the driver made,
she noticed that they were back on the route that they were suppose to
be in the first place.

Before reaching the end of the terminal, the driver turned to my
friend and said, "Im sorry if I scared you or startled you! It was not
my intention".. "Could you do me a favor and BURN all your clothes
when you get home".. Wondering why my friend asked why he was acting
very strange. The driver explained, "The reason why I kept glancing
was because your head was not attached to your body when I looked
through my rear view mirror." "That is why I changed my route awhile
ago, hoping we could get away from the bad energy present in that
area, and thats why I want you to BURN your clothes when you get home
because I think its still with you."

Upon arriving home, still shaking from fear, my friend took all her
clothes off and burned them as quickly as she could. A few days later
she found out on the news that the jeepney driver died a day after the
incident. It turned out the warning was not for her but for the
driver.

kwentong HORROR: ANG LIHAM

credits: sau owner

Ang Liham


This is the story of my twin classmates in Cavite State University.
They are Martha and Maria. Martha gave me the permission and
opportunity to put their story into texts. This story was made in
honor of my late classmate, Maria. What you are about to read was told
in Martha's point of view.

"Ano ka ba, pag ang letter "V" ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay
binabasang letter "U" at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga
vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter
"V" - Maria

MORITVM TE SALVTAMVS EST DEXTRVMI CVRITE AVE VERSVS CRISTVS VERVM DE TREVI

VERMI EST REFLEXVM ARVM DRI TRIPVM DEXTRVMI LENTENVM AVE SATANI

Eto lamang ang huling ala-ala ng kakambal kong si Maria bago siya namatay

September 12, 2002 Tandang-tanda ko ang araw na ito. Ito ang sumunod
na araw matapos bombahin ng mga terorista ang twin tower sa US noong
nakaraang taon ng 2001. Ito rin ang araw kung saan ko huling nakasama
pauwi ng bahay ang kakambal kong si Maria.

Mga bandang alas-kwatro y medja na ng hapon. Nakasakay kami ng kambal
kong si Maria ng bus pauwing Cavite City ng may nakita siyang isang
lumang wallet ng lalaki sa lapag ng inuupuan naming bus. Medyo luma na
ang wallet na ito; kulay itim at medyo laspag na. May isang litrato sa
loob. Tama kami ng hinala, lalake nga ang may may-ari ng wallet. Medyo
may kalumaan na ang litrato. Malutong na ang papel at black and white
or should I say brown and white pa ang kulay ng litrato. Bukod sa
litrato ay mayroon ding mga nakaipit na tarheta (calling card) , papel
na may sulat, reseta ng doktor, mga tickets sa bus at P78.

Wala naman talaga akong habol sa wallet maliban sa P78. Gusto ko sana
ay paghatian naming magkapatid yung pera, pambili kahit man lamang ng
burger. Ngunit iba si Maria. Sa aming magkapatid masasabi ko talagang
mabait siya ng higit kaysa sa akin. Gusto niyang isauli namin ang
wallet sa mayari dahil baka mahalaga raw ito sa kanya dahil nga may
resetang nakaipit sa loob. Noong mga oras na iyon gusto niyang ibigay
na lamang sa driver ng bus ang wallet. Kaya naman agad-agad akong
nag-isip ng paraan upang huwag na niyang magawa ang binabalak niyang
pagsaoli ng wallet sa driver.

"Para!"

Kahit mga dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bababaan namin ni Maria ay
pinahinto ko na ang bus. Dahil sa hindi pa handa sa pagbaba ay
nataranta si Maria dali-daling inayos ang mga bitbit niyang gamit at
bumunot ng pamasahe namin sabay bayad sa driver.

"Eto pong bayad, dalawa galing Tanza."

Matapos magbayad at masuklian ay bumaba na rin siya.

"Ano ka ba Martha, dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bahay natin dito sa
pinagparahan mo"

Biglang bumalik sa akin ang sisi. Medyo may kalayuan nga talaga ang
pinagparahan ko ng bus. Medyo naiinis na natatawa sa akin si Maria,
galing kasi kami sa dorm noon at marami kaming dalang maruruming damit
kaya naman may kahirapan nga talaga ang maglakad ng malayo.

"Tricycle!"

Lumapit ang tricycle. Una akong sumakay at sumunod naman si Maria.

"Sa Novero po"

"Ano ka ba Martha, kulang na ang pera natin pangtricycle"

"Diba may napulot kang wallet?, Ehdi yung pera muna dun ang gamitin
nating pambayad sa tricycle. Palitan nalang natin paghumingi tayo ng
pera kina mama."

. . . . . . . .

"Dyan lang po sa may gate na blue."

Binayaran rin ni Maria ang driver ng tricycle gamit ang pera mula sa
napulot niyang wallet.

"Ma, Pa, nandito na po kami!"

Walang sumasagot. Walang tao sa bahay. Dumeretso ako sa kusina. Si
Maria naman ay dumeretso sa kwarto namin.

May sulat na iniwan si mama sa mesa sa kusina. Wala pala sina mama at
papa, nagpunta sa Laguna para asikasuhin ang titulo ng lupa namin
doon. Medyo nagkakagulo na rin kasi ang mga pamilya ni mama doon sa
Laguna tungkol sa lupa namin nuong mga panahong iyon.

Pumasok ako sa kwarto namin ni Maria. Nakita ko siyang nakadapa sa
kama niya at tinitingnan kung ano ang mga laman ng wallet na napulot
niya kanina.

"Maria nasa Laguna raw sina mama at papa para ayusin ang titulo ng
lupa natin doon"

"Martha, halika rito, tingnan mo itong sulat na nakaipit sa wallet."

"Ano yan?"

"Ewan ko, baka anting-anting"

"Latin yata yan eh."

"Ewan"

Sinubukan kong basahin ang sulat ngunit talagang mahirap bigkasin.
Biglang inagaw sa akin ni Maria ang sulat.

"Ano ka ba, pag ang letter "V" ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay
binabasang letter "U" at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga
vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter
"V"

"Asus! At saan mo naman natutunang magbasa ng Latin?"

"Basta alam ko yan"

"Sige nga."

"MORITUM TE SALUTAMUS, EST DEXTRUMI CURITE, AVE VERSUS CRISTUS, VERUM
DE TREVI, VERMI EST REFLEXUM, ARUM DRI TRIPUM, DEXTRUMI LENTENUM, AVE
SATANI"

"Ang galing ah parang totoo, bahala ka nga sa buhay mo, kakain na ako"

"Martha anong miryenda?"

"Miryendahin mo'ng mukha mo!"

Pumunta ako ng kusina, binuksan ang refrigerator at naghanap ng
maaaring kainin. Samantalang, si Maria naman ay hindi na lumabas ng
kwarto namin. Mga bandang ala-sais kwarenta y sinco na nang bumalik
ako sa kwarto namin.

"O, akala ko ba magmimiryenda ka?"

"Ayoko na. Bigla kasi akong nahilo pagtayo ko kanina kaya hindi nalang
ako lumabas."

"Nagugutom ka ba?"

"Hindi na, nalipasan na yata ako ng gutom"

Pagkasabing-pagkasabi ni Maria noon ay bigla siyang napaduwal. Kaya
dali-dali siyang nagtungo sa banyo namin sa kwarto at sumuka sa
lababo.

Makalipas ang ilang minuto

"Mmm...arthaaa! Mmmarthaaa!"

Nanginginig na sigaw ni Maria. Parang may halong takot ang
pagkakasigaw niya noon sa pangalan ko. Nataranta ako sa ginawang
pagsigaw ni Maria. Napabalikwas ako sa pagkakaupo at napatakbo
papuntang banyo.

Nakita ko siyang nakatungkod ang isang kamay sa lababo at ang isa ay
hawak-hawak ang kanyang dibdib habang patuloy na nakatingin at umiiyak
sa harap ng salamin.

"Baket?" "Anong nangyari?" "Maria napa-ano ka?"

Sunud-sunod kong tanong kay Maria.

Hindi ko alam ang nangyari kay Maria sa loob ng banyo hanggang sa
bigla na lamang akong natakot at kinabahan sa sumunod na nangyari

Unti-unting napaluhod at umiyak si Maria. Patuloy ang kanyang
panginginig. Mula sa paimpit na iyak ay unti-unti itong nagkatinig.
Tinig ng hagulgol. Nakakaawa. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot.

Matibay si Maria. Matapang. Ngunit bumilis ang kaba ng dibdib ko ng
makita ko ang nangyari sa kanya sa loob ng banyo. Alam kong may
masamang nangyari sa kanya. Hindi basta-basta magkakaganito si Maria
ng walang mabigat na dahilan.

Kinabukasan

"Kringkring!"

Nag-ring ang telepono. Si mama, medyo matatagalan daw sila bago
makauwi ng bahay dahil may aberya pa rin daw sa lupa. Kailangan daw
maayos iyon bago umuwi sina lola (ang nanay ni mama) na nasa US sa 24
(ibig niyang sabihin, September 24, 2002).

Ok na si Maria. Parang walang masamang nangyari kahapon. Mga ilang
ulit ko na ring pinagtangkaang tanungin siya tungkol sa kung ano ba
talaga ang nangyari sa kanya sa banyo, ngunit palagi niya itong
iniiwasan. Minsan pa nga, palihis ang mga pagsagot niya sa aking mga
tanong upang maiba ang usapan.

Dumaan ang Sabado, Linggo at sa wakas Lunes na naman. Pasukan na
naman. Biglang nilagnat si Maria. Medyo nahihilo raw siya. Ako na
lamang daw ang pumasok at ipagpaalam ko raw siya sa aming mga
instructors.

"Sabihin mo sa kanila baka bukas nalang ako pumasok, masama pa kasi
ang pakiramdam ko."

Martes, September 17, 2002, 7:12 ng umaga.

"Too-toot, too-toot!"

One message received. Si Maria.

"Nwa2la *** ID me. Ndi u b ndla?"

"Nope. Ala skin *** ID u. Bka nsa bag ng mrumi mong dmit. Ppsok n b u?"

Walang na akong narecived na text mula kay Maria nung araw na yun.
Hanggang mga bandang alas sais ng gabi, ako na ang nagtext kay Maria.

"Oi, *** hapend 2 u? Msma p b pkiramdam u? Kla me ppsok n u knina?

Wala pa ring reply.

Siguro wala nang load si Maria.

Dumaan ang Miyerkules at Huwebes. Uwian na naman. Apat na araw lang
ang pasok namin nuon. Inimpake ko na ang mga marurumi kong damit at
umuwi na sa Cavite City.

Pagdating ko sa bahay

"Maria!"

"Maria!"

Walang sumasagot. Binukasan ko ang pinto. Ang baho ng bahay. Amoy
bulok na laman. "Ang baho!"

"Maria.Maria!"

Lumabas si Maria ng banyo. Katatapos lang magsipilyo ng ngipin.

"Maria ano yung mabaho. Amoy patay na daga."

"Dyan yun sa kapitbahay. Namatay kasi yung aso nila. Nasagasaan. At
matapos masagasaan ay nagawa pang makabalik ng kulungan at duon na
namatay."

"Eh bakit hindi inilibing?"

"Wala ang may ari. Hindi pa umuuwi ilang araw na. Hindi rin naman
mailibing ng ibang kapit-bahay dahil naka-lock ang gate.

"O, naka-lock pala ang gate, bakit nakalabas pa rin yung aso?"

"Malay ko."

"Naku isara mo nga yang bintana para hindi pumasok dito ang amoy. Nakakasuka."

Isinara nga ni Maria ang bintana. Maya-maya pa ay naghapunan na ako.
Ayaw sumabay ni Maria sa akin dahil nawalan daw siya ng gana. Isa pa
nagsipilyo na raw siya ng ngipin. Kaya mag-isa nalang akong kumain.

Nang matutulog na ako ay tumabi nalang ako kay Maria. Double-deck kasi
ang kama namin. Ako sa itaas at si Maria ang sa ibaba. Ayoko sa itaas.
Tapat na tapat sa bintana ang mukha ko. Tiyak na langhap na langhap ko
ang amoy ng namatay na aso sa kabila.

Nang nahiga ako, amoy parin ang baho ng patay na aso. Dumikit na yata
sa kama namin ang amoy kaya nag spray ako ng air freshener.

"Bat hindi ko naisip yan?"

"Oo nga, ilang araw ka nang nagtitiis ng amoy dito, hindi mo man
lamang naisipang mag-spray ng air freshener."

Kinabukasan

Unang nagising sa akin si Maria. Paglabas ko ng bahay nakita ko siyang
nanunuod ng T.V. Alas diyes na pala.

"Martha kumain ka na. Nandyan yung tinapay sa mesa. Yung palaman
natatakpan ng plato."

Normal ang araw na iyon at ang mga sumunod na araw.

Linggo ng hapon, inaayos ko na ang mga damit ko na dadalhin ko
papuntang dorm. Balak kong umuwi na sa dorm at duon na lamang matulog
kahit ala-una pa ng Lunes ang pasok namin ni Maria.

'Ikaw hindi ka ba sasama?"

"Hindi na. Hindi pa ako naglalaba ng mga gamit ko nuong nakaraan.
Marurumi pa ang uniform ko. Mamaya pa ako maglalaba."

"O sya paano? Uwi na ako sa dorm?"

"Sige."

Lunes, magtatanghali na. Hindi pa rin bumabalik ng dorm si Maria.
Sinubukan ko mag missed call.

"Sorry, your balance is not enough to make this call. Please reload
your phone immediately."

Wala na akong load pang missed call. Kaya itinext ko nalamang si Maria.

"Oi, nsan n u?"

"Nsa bhay p me. Hndi me nkapaglaba ng dmit khapon dhil ala ng tubig.
***** plang me ngla2ba."

Natapos ang araw. Medyo nakakapagod. Ang lalayo kasi ng mga building
namin. Pagdating sa dorm,nagpahing na ako. Mahaba ang tulog ko noong
araw na iyon. Marahil nga ay dahil sa pagod.

Miyerkoles, September 25, 2002, 9: 23 A.M.

Ngayon ang araw ng paguwi nila lola mula sa U.S. siguradong may
pasalubong kaming stateside. Eto rin ang araw na nagpagimbal sa akin.

Alas nueve beintetres ng umaga. Nagising ako sa isang text. Isang
number ang nagregister sa cellphone ko nang binuksan ko, si Mama pala.

"ANG KPATID M PTAY N. UMUWI K AGAD. û MAMA"

Parang nawala ako sa sarili ko. Kumikilos ako ngunit hindi
nararamdaman ng katawan ko. Hindi ako umiiyak ngunit nakatulala.
Naligo ako. Nagayos ng sarili. Nagayos ng gamit at umuwi na. Hindi man
lamang sumagi sa isip ko kung nanloloko ba ang taong iyon, o si kung
mama ba talaga iyon. Ni hindi ko rin man lamang naisip na magreply sa
number na iyon. Basta ang alam ko lang kailangan kong umuwi.

Habang papalapit na ang sinasakyan kong tricycle sa bahay, napansin
kong nakalabas ang ilan sa mga gamit namin sa bahay. Bukas ang gate at
maraming tao. Hinanap ko agad si mama. Nakita ko siyang umiiyak at may
binabasang papel. Nang tiningnan ko, isa pala itong autopsy result.
Pina-autopsy nila ang bangkay ni Maria.

" Maanong nangyari?"

"Nasaan ka ba? Hindi ka ba umuwi sa bahay?"

"Umuwi po. Bakit ano po ba ang nangyari kay Maria?

Inabot sa akin ni mama ang autopsy result. Nagulat ako at nanlamig.
Ayon sa result labing tatlong-araw nang patay si Maria. Natagpuan
siyang patay sa ilalim ng kama. Naaagnas na.

Nanginig ako. Nanlamig. Sino ang nakasama ko sa bahay nuong umuwi ako
noong Huwebes? Sino ang nakatabi ko sa pagtulog? Sino ang nagrereply
sa mga texts ko kay Maria? Natatakot ako, kinakabahan. Lalo pa ng
makita ko ang kapitbahay namin.

"PsstTagpi! Labas dito!"

Si Tagpi. Ang asong sinabi ni Mariang nasagasaan at namatay sa kulungan.

Hanggang ngayon ay malaking palaisipan parin sa akin ang nangyari kay
Maria. Malaki ba ang kahulugan ng sulat na napulot namin sa bus?
Sinubukan kong hanapin ang kahulugan ng salitang Lating iyon at ayon
sa napag-alaman ko, ganito ang kahulugan noon:

Ang salitang MORITVM (moritum) ay nangangahulugan ng kamatayan, ang
SALVTMVS (salutamus) ang nangangahulugang to salute or to give honor,
TREVI means life, ang AVE VERSVS CRISTVS (ave versus cristus) means
hail the anti-christ, ang REFLEXVM (reflexum) ay nangangahulugang
reflection, ang DEXTRVMI LENTENVM (dextrumi lentenum) means there will
be a wake (lamay) after thirteen days at ang AVE SATANI (ave satani)
ay nangangahulugang hail Satan.

Sa madaling salita, ito ay spell. Ayon sa aking nabasa, ito ay
ginagamit ng mga tao upang magpakamatay. Ginagamit rin nila ang spell
na ito upang ihain o ihandog ang sarili nila sa demonyo upang
magkaroon ng masaganang ani ang kanilang maiiwang pamilya. Sa loob ng
labing tatlong araw ay makikita mo ang taong nagbasa nito ngunit ang
totoo pala ay ito ay isang repleksyon lamang niya. Matatagpuan
nalamang ang katawan niya thirteen days after reading the spell.

Ngunit isa sa ipinagtataka ko ay bakit hindi naman nangyari sa akin
iyong nangyari sa kapatid ko? Nasagot rin ang tanong kong iyan. Ayon
sa librong "The Latin Mystery" ni Johannes Burnt, mahalaga raw ang
paraan ng pagbabasa. Marahil isa sa nagligtas sa akin ay ang
kamangmangan ko sa pagbabasa ng wikang Latin.

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if you own this story. (Please have a proof) Teka lang Saglit Maiba
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