Thursday, March 21, 2013

Siblings' Love <3

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Credits:lonelyplanet of pD

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain.
Days by days my parents plowed the yellow dry
soil
under the hot sung

I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than
me.
Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls
around
me
seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my
father's
drawer. Father
knew
about it right away.

He made my younger brother and me kneeled
against
the
wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't
hear
any of us admit, so he said, "Fine, if nobody
wants to
admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's
hand
and
said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

The long stick smacked on my brother's back
repeatedly.

Father was so angry that he kept on whipping
my
brother
until he ran out of air to breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and
scolded
my brother, "You have learnt to steal from your
own
house now, what other embarrassing things
will u do in the future?? You should be beaten to
death!
You shameless thief!"

That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His
body
full of injuries, but he didn't shed a single
tear.

In the middle of the night, all of a sudden I cried
out
loudly.

My brother covered my mouth with his little hand
and
said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything
has
happened."

I still hate myself that i didn't have enough courage
to
admit what I had done.

Years gone by, but the incident still looked like
it
just happened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother's expression
when
he
protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11
years
old.

When my brother was in his last year of his
lower
secondary school, he was accepted in an upper
secondary school in the central. At the same
time,
I
was accepted into a province's university.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking,
packet by packet.

I heard him say, "Both our children have
good
grades? very good grades?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is
the
use? How can we possibly finance both of
them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in
front
of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue
my
studies anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped brother on
his
face.

"Why do you have a spirit so damn weak?
Even
if it
means I have to beg for money on the streets, I
will
send you two to school until you both finish
your
study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in
the
village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my
brother's
swollen face, and said, "A boy has to continue
his
study; If not, he will not be able to leave this
depths of poverty."

Me, on the other hand, had decided not to
further
my
study to university.

Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my
brother
left the house with a few pieces of worn-out
clothes
and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the side of
my
bed
and left a note on my pillow;
"Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will
go
find a job and send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried
until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was
20
years
old. With the money father borrowed from the
whole
village, and money my brother earned from
carrying
cement on his back at a construction site,finally,
I
managed to get to the third year of my study in
the
university.

One day, I was studying in my room, when my
roommate
came in and told me,"There's a villager wait for
you
outside!"

Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked
out,
and saw my brother from afar, His whole body is
dirty,
covered by dust, cement and sands. I asked
him,
"Why
didn't you tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my
appearance.
What
will they think if they know that I am your
brother?
Won't they laugh at you?"

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I
swept
away dusts from my brother's body. And said
with a
lump in my throat, " I don't care of what people
say!
You are my brother no matter what your
appearance
is"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair
clip. He
wore it on me, and said, "I saw all the girls in
town
are wearing it. So, I think you should also have
one."

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled
my
brother into my arms and cried and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was
23
years old.

The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the
broken
window has been repaired.And it looked so
clean
inside
the house.

After that, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a
lil
girl in front of my mom, "Mom, you don't have
to
spend so many time cleaning the house!" But
she
said
with a smile," It was your brother who came
home
early
to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on
his
hand? He was injured while replacing the
window."
I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking
at
his
thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of
needle
pricked in my heart.

I put some ointment on his wound and
bandaged it,
"Does it hurt? " I asked him.

"No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was
working
in
the construction site, stones falling on my feet
all
the time. Even that could not stop me from
working
and?"

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I
turned my
back on him and tears rolling down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was
26
years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Lots of
time
my husband invited my parents to come and live
with
us, but they didn't want.

They said, once they leave the village,they w0nt
know
what to do.

My brother also didn't agree, he said, "Sis, you
just
take care of your parents-in-law. I will take
care
of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory.
We
wanted my brother to get the job as the
manager in
the
department of maintenance. But my brother
rejected
the
offer. He insisted on starting to work as a
repairman
worker.

One day, my brother was on top of a ladder
repairing a cable, when he got electricated, and
was
sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him. Looked at the
white
gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,"Why did you
reject
to
be a manager? Manager will not do something
dangerous
like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury.
Why
wont you listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he
defended on
his decision, "Think of brother-in-law,he just
became
the director, and I am uneducated. If I
became
the
manager, what kind of rumors will spread around?"

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and
then I
said, "But you lacked education because of
me!"
"Why talk about the past?" My brother held
my
hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29
years
old.
My brother was 30 years old when he married a
farm
girl from the village.
In his wedding reception, the master of
ceremonies
asked him, "Who is the one you respect and
love
the
most?"

Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He
continued by telling a story I could not even
remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was
in a
different village.Everyday, my sister and I
will walk
for
2 hours to go to school and head back home. One day, I
lost
one
of my gloves. My sister gave me one of
hers.
She only wore one glove and walked for so far.
When we
got home, her hand was shaking because
of the
weather that was so cold that she could not
even
hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore
that as
long as I live, I would take care of my sister and
be
good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned
their
attentions to me.

Words were so hard to come out from my
mouth, "In
my
whole life, the one I would like to thank the most
is
my brother,"
And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd,
tears rolled down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single
days
of your life. You may think what you did is just a
small deed, but
to that someone,
it may mean a lot.

Have a nice day everyone! May this story
inspire
you in any way!

Something is Missing. .

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Credits:amfbb89 of pD
NOTE: i was abt to finish the english translation when i accidently
pressed the "end" key
&my m0bile br0wser closed.Sho0tness!

nagising nalang ako isang umaga,
naramdaman ko
parang may kulang.
kumain ako ng almusal, nakausap ko na
lahat ng
tao sa bahay, pero bakit
ganito parang ang bigat ng pakiramdam
ko.
pumasok ako sa trabaho
nagiisip
parin.. muntik na nga akong matisod sa
kakaisip
lang nito. tinanong
nako
ng mga katrabaho ko, ano bang meron
sakin bakit
ang tamlay ko. sabi ko
hindi ko alam, di ko maintindihan.
alam mo ba
yung pakiramdam na parang
may malaking butas sa sarili mo,
tipong merong
kilangang makapuno? yun
ang naramdaman ko nung araw na yun,
gusto ko
na ngang sumigaw, magwala,
malay ko ba kung ano lang ito.. pero
hindi ko
ginawa, hindi naman dapat
eh.
mga bandang tanghali pagkatapos ng
tanghalian,
tumawag siya, lam mo na
siya, yung lalaking minahal ko buong
buhay ko
pero iniwan ako para sa
ibang tao, wala lang nangamusta lang
labas daw
kami pagkatapos ng
trabaho, nagisip ako ng mabuti, kung
papayag ako
o hindi, naisip ko ano
ba
namang masama, nasa malayo naman
nagtatrabaho ang girlfriend niya,
parang
malalaman diba?
natapos ang araw sobrang excited ako,
sinundo
niya ako sa trabaho,
kumain kami, nagusap, binalik ang
nakaraan, sabi
ko nalang wag nang
pagusapan may buhay na siya, masaya
narin ako
sa buhay ko, kaibigan
nalang
maibibigay ko, ang drama pa nga sabi
niya mahal
pa daw niya ako..
kumpara
bako sa bago, mas mabait daw ako, mas
maintindihin, mas understanding,
sabi ko nga aba eh bakit mo sakin
sinasabi yan,
ano ito bolahan, natawa
lang siya kahit hindi nakakatawa,
nainis nga ako di
ko nalang pinakita,
pero kahit na nag usap kami nandun
parin yung
malaking butas
nararamdaman ko parin, hanggang sa
naisip ko
baka kulang lang ako ng
pagtawag
sa
kanya, pero hindi naman kse madalas ako
tumatawag sa kanya, siguro
naman kilala niyo na kung sino yun.
naglalakad na kami pauwi, papunta sa
auto niya,
nakalimutan ko kahit
sandali ang kulang na nararamdaman.
napatawa
pako sa mga biro niya,
napalo ko pa nga sa kakatawa. biglang
nagring
ang cellphone ko, kapatid
niya
umiiyak, sabi ko bakit siya umiiyak?
kasama ko
kuya mo, pauwi na kami.
bigla siyang natahimik, tinanong ko
bakit, at dahan
dahan niyang
sinabi..
\"pano nangyari yun eh si kuya
nadisgrasya, na
total wreack sasakyan
niya.. ate patay na siya\"
nabigla ako, hindi ko maintindihan
pano nangyari
na patay na siya eh
kasama ko pa, pag harap ko sa likod
ko.. nandun
parin sya, ganun parin
suot niya pero duguan na.. napaluha
ako, ngumiti
lang sya at sinabi
na..
\"naramdaman mo na ba yung pakiramdam
na
parang may kulang hindi mo
maintindihan kung bakit?\"
napa 0o nalang ako habang patuloy na
lumuluha..
\"papunta ako sayo ngayon, dahil gusto
kong
sabihin na ikaw pala yun,
yung kulang sa buhay ko.. gusto ko na
sana
pakasal tayo.. pero diba
sabi
ko naman sayo kahit anong mangyari
gusto ko
bago ako mamatay ikaw ang
nasa tabi ko\"
tapos bigla nalang siyang nawala..
bumigat lalo
pakiramdam ko,napaupo
ako sa lapag, wala nalang akong nagawa
kung
hindi umiyak.. bakit kung
kailan lahat ng sinabi niya tama sa
pandinig ko,
hangin nalang ang
lahat
ng ito...

Monday, March 18, 2013

A Letter From Mom

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Credits: lonelyplanet of PD

note:halfway thr0ugh this letter my tears fell n0nstop,given the
chance to wish,i want my m0m back or i wanna go back 21 yrs ago. .

My dearest daughter,
The day that you see me old I ask that you
please have patience and that,above all,
you try to understand, my dearest daughter..

If, when I talk to you, I repeat the same things
a thousand and one times dont interupt me to-point
out that Ive already told you that instead, please
just listen to me and remember a time when you were
a little girl when i would read to you the same story,
night after night, until you went to sleep.

When I do not want to have a shower, dont scold me and
please dont try to embarass me. Remember, instead, a time
when I had to chase you with a thousand excuses I invented
in order to get you to bathe, when you were a little girl.

When you see my ignorance of new technologies give me the
necessary time to learn and please dont roll of your eyes
or look at me with a mocking face.

Remember, my dearest, I taught you how to do so many things...
to eat properly...to dress and groom yourself and how you
can confront and deal with life.

The day you notice I became old, my dearest daughter,please
have patience and, above all, please try to understand me.
If occasionally, I lose the memory or the thread of our
conversation, let mw have the necessary time to remember and
if I cannot do it, dont become nervous, ot impatient, or arrogant.

Instead, just konw in your heart that the most important thing
for me is to simply be with you and have you listening to me.

And when my tired old legs wont let me walk as before...
give me your hand.. in much the same way I did for you when you
made your first steps,and when someday I tell you that I do not
want to live anymore...that I am ready to die...please do not
get upset or angry...because one day my dearest daughter you
wil understand.

Until then just try to understand that at my age, we reach a
point where we do not live anymore. We just exist. When this
day comes for me you must not feel sad,
and or incompetent for seeing me like this.

Instead, I ask that you be with me, that you try to
understand me and that you help me. Help me as I journey to
the end of my life with love and with a deep understanding
of and appreciation for the gift of time
and love we were blessed to share together.

Mirage

www.cardomain.com



Credit: abominable.bathtub of pD

We had been together for years.

Time may pass as slowly as the leaves fall in early autumn… like the
icy zephyr that blows in the middle of winter... like the distant
echoes in spring's bubbling brooks... and like the lazy rays of the
summer sun. It announces itself in the most unforeseen moments,
vanishing in the next instant, and yet forsakes the heart with
solitude, profound scars and lingering memoirs of what used to be…

And so does love.





"Caitlin, where are you?!" I murmured impatiently to myself as I
wandered about the children's playground.

It was twilight, and the setting sun cast crimson rays all over the
darkening sky, making it look like traces of blood were painted on the
heavens.

I dialed her number again for the umpteenth time on my celphone, but
it was just like the earlier futile attempts. The operator kept saying
that she was out of coverage area, but I knew that was impossible. She
would never go away without telling me. She must've just dropped her
cel at some foreign place, that's all.

I waited by the swings, and soon I was looking at my past. Our past.
The memories of unfathomable bliss and forgotten promises whispered
incessantly.

I loved her with all my heart and soul, and she loved me with the same
ardor. We vowed that nothing would ever come between us. Our parents
respected our verdict and we were one of the fortunate couples to
attain their parents' consent.

Each day we would meet at the children's playground. My family had
owned the land and had a public playing field built for the village
kids. But to the both us it was more than just a recreational area –
it was where we first laid eyes on each other, first fell in love, and
first kissed. And even though my mother sold the land to an architect
two years ago, our adamant hearts neglected their veto. My parents saw
our unyielding determination, so they left us alone. They said there
was nothing that could separate us. Nothing that could try and sever
the bond that has linked our souls and made our hearts beat as one.

Nothing.

"Caitlin, answer the phone, please!" I whispered urgently, dialing her
number once more, telling myself that if I were to be disappointed
again, I would give up. I gripped my cel, hoping against hope that I
was going to hear her soft, jolly voice.

Then it rang.

"Beep! Beep!"

I sprang up immediately from the swing I was sitting on.

"Beep! Beep!"

"Caitlin, what's wrong? Why aren't you answering? Where are you?" I
murmured again. I drew a deep breath and started pacing restlessly
back and forth.

"Sorry, but the number you dialed is out of coverage area. Please try
again later," came the operator's passive voice.

I stopped. I gritted my teeth and shut my cel.

What the heck was happening to her?!

I looked up at the sky and sighed in frustration.

Vesper. It was already dark; the starless sky was lit up merely by the
forlorn full moon. Motionless. Not one leaf was astir. Without even
thinking, I opened my cel and dialed.

She won't answer, so why was I still wasting my time trying to reach
her?! Maybe she would just clarify this occurrence tomorrow when we
meet. I mean, surely she'll be here. The cel was ringing eerily like
before, but my mind was somewhere else. Paranoia had seized me; my
thoughts were persuasive, stubborn, and monotonous.

She'll be here, I'm sure. She won't forget.

The ringing stopped.

Silence.

"Jake?"

Her voice was quiet, like she was thinking twice about talking to me.

"Caitlin? Caitlin, where are you? We're supposed to see each other,
right? Today's a special day, remember? Are you at home? Wait there
and I'll pick you up, okay?" I said hastily.

"Jake, please."

I knitted my brows. Her tone was sad, like her whole character was
overcome by grief. Beseeching, like she was on the verge of crying
.That was nothing like the girl I know and love.

"Did something happen? What's wrong?" I asked.

I heard her distant sigh.

"Please, Jake. You have to stop this; you have to forget about me."

"What are you talking about? I'll never forget you, you know that.
What's happening to you?! Why didn't you come here? Tell me, Caitlin!"

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke. Her words made me feel like I
was going straight down to hell.

"I'm sorry, Jake, but you'll never see me again. This is goodbye.
Forget about me. Forget about us. You have a life, don't ravage it.
I'll miss you. Goodbye."

Then her line went dead.

I was stunned. I couldn't move. Couldn't think. I didn't even notice
the white SUV that had parked beside my car in the sidewalk.

"Jake? Jake, it's time to go home."

I turned and felt like reality had come crashing down on me.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked in a broken voice. I stopped
my tears before I could embarrass myself in front of my mother.

"Dear, it's already eight in the evening. We have to go home. And –
and Christoph has decided to gather all his workers tonight so they
could start their task on the square tomorrow. We have to leave
before-"

"Mom, why can't he just leave this playground alone?! It's better off
with no effluence from his 'dream hotel'! The children still play
around, and Caitlin and I meet here everyday!" I cut in, clenching my
fists at the mention of the architect's name. He hadn't given up.
Obstinate fool.

My mother heaved a somnolent sigh.

"Jake, you have to put Caitlin out of your mind, please. It's for your
own sake. She'll never come back."

I shook my head.

"No, she'll be back, Mom. She'll be back. She loves me. We promised. She-"

My mother gripped my shoulders and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Jake, please! She's dead! Caitlin's been dead for two years! Forget
about her! She was found under a cliff where those men threw her!
Please, Jake! You're only hurting yourself!"

I shook my head vigorously again, the tears already brimming at the
corners of my eyes.

I couldn't speak.

She was waiting. She was waiting for me.

It happened two years ago. I was late, and she was waiting alone.
Three men saw her. The police said they were drunk. They forced her to
go with them. She was crying out my name, even though I couldn't hear
her. She was waiting for me.

Today was her death anniversary.

Without realizing it, I was weeping. Tears cascaded down my face.

Mother cried with me.

"No… no… She'll be here, Mom…" I whispered over and over again,
"She'll be here…"

I fell down on my knees.

I didn't want to believe. I didn't want to admit that we'll never be
with each other again. We promised we'll be together until the very
end of our dream. And I failed her. I couldn't even protect her.

It was my fault. All of it.

"Jake?" her voice was soft, like the gentle zephyr that brought her
lilac scent to me.

I looked up.

She was there.

She was by the swings. She was looking at me with a faraway look in her eyes.

She didn't forget.

"Caitlin…"

I don't care if they say I've gone insane. If it was the only way I
could see her again, hear her voice, and hold her in my arms, so be
it. Because I know she'll come back to me.

I love her. And she'll always be with me.

Always.



---†---

Friday, March 15, 2013

Parting Time

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Credit goes to checknote.tk of pD:

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made
everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was
coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I
carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet
her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying
her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and
she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain,
wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and
stuff like how we shouldn't be together.

She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."

She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.

I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car.
She said she hadn't eaten lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop
at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"

Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said
she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with
umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about
who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently.
Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I
understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this
kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring
at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the
other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back
then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat
dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more
like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with
the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of
college, having lived together for two years, we developed deep
feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I
stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only
able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for
long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and
I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked
liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly.
Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing,
drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I
wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her
and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we
passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while
please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an
annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches
looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she
was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on
that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it
right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was
drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember
this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around
for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my
heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was
pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't
want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You
made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I
frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we
just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to
each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early,
so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living
my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think
about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a
month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the
nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away,
but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it
anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came
out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did
not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but
it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to
go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide.
But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially
Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still
doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't
have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her.
It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the
fastest way to wipe out three years feelings.I didn't have much time,
because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out
eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be
over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what
I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just
standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take
care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped
umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two
single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I
opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that
would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the
dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking
out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I
couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving
my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be
the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I
wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi
had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my
face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the
rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until
today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away
by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl
Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he
left, writing down these last words.

To My Friends Who Are. .

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Learn to Respect Love

To My Friends Who Are...MARRIED
Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry", not "where are
you' but "I'm right here", not "how could you" but "I understand", not
"I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are."

To My Friends Who Are...ENGAGED

The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but
how good you are for each other.

To My Friends Who Are...NOT SO SINGLE

Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about
finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.

To My Friends Who Are...HEARTBROKEN

Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut deep as you allow them to
go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from
them.

To My Friends Who Are...NAIVE

How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too
persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to
demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.

To My Friends Who Are...SEARCHING

True love cannot be found where it does not truly exist, nor can it be
hidden where it truly does. Love is magic. The more we hide it, the
more it shows; the more you suppress it, the more it grows.

To My Friends Who Are...PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE

Never say I love if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they
aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never
look in the eye when what you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can
do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to
catch her fall.

To My Friends Who Are...POSSESSIVE

It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else
but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with
you.

To My Friends Who Are...AFRAID TO CONFESS

Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when
someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person
you love has no idea how you feel.

To My Friends Who Are...STILL HOLDING ON

A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone who means a lot
to you, only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and
we just have to let go.

To My Friends Who Are...SINGLE

Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes
you. But if you just let it fly, it would come to you when you least
expect it. Love can make you happy but often times it hurts, but
love's only special when you give it to someone who is worth it. So
take your time and choose the best!

Three things never return:
the past, the neglected opportunity, and the spoken word.

Never stop Loving unless you stop caring. .

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There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his
girl.

Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his
future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until
one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come
back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the
both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he
worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make
something out of himself.

Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had
set up his own company ..

You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy
was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain
walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still
drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's
parents.

With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the
couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them
to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car,
condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was
walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and
followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as
ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right
beside her...

Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They
explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not
want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,
doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted
her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day
comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those
back with him...

Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may
escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.

The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting
right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her
ever again.........hope you understand.

Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to
you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you
thought meant nothing to you.

Boys VS Girls

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A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike
English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
- "House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa". "Pencil", however, is
masculine: "el lápiz."
A student asked what gender is 'computer? Instead of giving the
answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female,
and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a
masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four
reasons for its recommendation.
The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the
feminine gender ("la computadora"), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers
is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for
possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself
spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be
Masculine ("el computador"), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time
they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited
a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
(Guys, that's a joke!)

kalurky!!

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Pwedeng mangyari ito sa totoong buhay kaya ingat sa biyuda na may
dalagang anak.!


Nagtagpo sina Digs at Ding sa isang bus stop at nag usap sila. Panay
panay ang emote ni Ding ng mga problema sa kanyang pamilya. Hanggang
si Digs ang nagsalita,..
Pare sa tingin mo, nakakaloko ang mga problema mo sa pamilya mo?
Tingnan mo naman sitwasyon ko.

Ilang taon na ang nakaraan,nakatagpo ko ang isang biyuda na may isang
dalagang anak. Nagpakasal kami kaya nagkaroon ako ng isang
stepdaughter. Hindi nagtagal, dahil biyudo na rin ang father ko,
pinakasalan ng tatay ko ang stepdaughter ko. Kaya ang nangyari ang
stepdaughter ko ay stepmother ko na rin at ang tatay ko ay stepson ko
rin.

Ang misis ko ay naging mother-in- law ng kanyang father-in-law.
Biyenang babae ng kanyang biyenang lalaki, ikanga. Ang anak na babae
ng aking asawa, ang aking stepmother, ay nagkaroon ng anak na lalaki,
ang sanggol na eto ay halfbrother ko dahil anak siya ng aking ama.
Pero dahil anak siya ng anak ng aking asawa, apo siya ng aking asawa.
Kaya lolo ako ng aking kapatid sa ama.

Ok pa sana ito, hanggang nagkaroon kami ng asawa ko ng isang anak na
lalaki. Ang halfsister ng aking anak, ang aking stepmother,ay lola rin
niya. Kaya ang tatay ko ay brother in law ng aking anak, na ang
stepsister ay asawa ng aking anak. Kung gayon,ako ay brother in law ng
aking stepmother. Ang asawa ko ay tiyahin ng sarili niyang anak. Ang
anak ko ay pamangkin ng aking ama,at ang sarli ko ay LOLO ko, oh di ba
nakakaloka?

Thursday, March 14, 2013

You are the reason behind every0ne's smiLe

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Credits: babypowder of pD

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He
held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only
a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped
them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote
some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would
see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to
the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to
see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were
you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"
The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a
different way."
What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it."

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign
simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were
so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the
second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be
innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and
love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show
life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without
regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future
without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.


Great men say, "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and
reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the
journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the
ticket of a good conscience."

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!
:)

Read Quietly

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Credits: babypowder of pD

To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate..

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to
A premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
You can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:


LOSE ONE.

The origin of this letter is unknown,
But it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.

Remember....

Hold on tight to the ones you love!

And lastly the moral of the story is : always have a good
watch in your hand because time is priceless
:)

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

For those who are married ,soon to be married & singles

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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand
and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her
know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic
calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we
didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find
out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a
satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her
anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which
stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my
company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had
spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt
sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take
back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried
loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me
her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which
had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing
something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to
sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful
day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as
normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his
exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our
broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out
of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was
going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted
her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly
and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has
to face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention
was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day,
we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding
mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the
bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten
meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly;
don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat
upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus
to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on
my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized
she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her
hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a
minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to
me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to
carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made
me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in
her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum
out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come
closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was
afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in
my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the
hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held
her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to
school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life
lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking
the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I
walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I
do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you
have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I
said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because
she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we
didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried
her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until
death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove
away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face,
I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.



The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in
the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive
for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to
be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other
that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
:(

The Ring

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A girl was sitting on a chair at the gas station she worked at. She
looked up and saw her boyfriend walk in. As he was looking at snacks,
a man walked in and pointed a gun at her. He had been admiring her
ring her boyfriend had given to her as a token of his love. When he
asked her to give it to him, she said no. Her boyfriend looked up just
in time to see her shot. He ran over to the killer and beat him over
the head with a hammer that was for sale. Then he ran and called 911.
When the ambulance came, he was sobbing uncontrollably near his
girlfriend.

The doctor came over and felt for her pulse. Then he stood up and said
she was still alive. Later at the hospital, as he was sitting beside
her, he asked"Why didn't you just give him the ring?" and then she
softly spoke"Because when you gave it to me, you said it was part of
your love for me and I knew if I gave him the ring, I would lose that
love." The next day, she was pronounced dead.

Lessons in Life: The Wooden BowL

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NOTE: i happened to read this s0mewhere but i cant recaLL kung where

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was
blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together nightly at the
dinner table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing
sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the
floor. When he grasped the glass often milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must
do something about grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his
spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and
wife set a small table in the corner. There, grandfather ate alone
while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the dinner table. Since
grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden
bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather's direction, he
had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the
couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or
spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with
wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you
making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little
bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up." The
four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the
parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down
their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took grandfather's hand and gently led him
back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And
for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer
when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their
ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they
absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for
family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their
lives. The wise parent realizes that every day that building blocks
are being laid for the child's future.

Let us all be wise builders and role models. Take care of yourself,
... and those you love, ... today, and everyday!

sulat para kay anak

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Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensyahan. Kapag dala
ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw
sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang
matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako a tuwing sisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo,
huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang
sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga
ako.

Kapag mahina na tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo -
katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit
ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo
sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo anak
noong bata ka pa? kapag gusto mo ng lobo,paulit- ulit mo 'yong
sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang
gusto mo. Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa.
Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko.
Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.
Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinatyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim
ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit, dala na marahil ito
ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentohan naman tayo, kahit sandali
lang. inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam
kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na
sabik na akong makakwentohan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado
sa mga kwento ko. Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan
kong pakinggan at
intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa
banig ng karamdaman, huwga mo sana akong pagsawaan alagaan.
Pagpasensyahan mo
na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan, pagtyagaan mo sana
akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na
naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang
aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang
kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,
ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagapalain ka sana … dahil naging mapagmahal
ka sa iyong ama't ina…


-Written by Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles
CWL Spiritual Director
St. Augustine Parish
Baliuag, Bulacan[/b]
may ginagawa ba ang mama mo? or papa mo? give him/her a hug na..
habang anjan pa sila uh..
( you'll regret the chances..

A Story Worth Sharing

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Credits: Lonelyplanet of pD
NOTE: I can totally relate since,my m0m's long g0ne. .

Kindly read 'til the end...it was really touching.

4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder,
how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She
must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to
taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that
I
have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and
emotional
needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.


There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I
had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that
there was still rice leftover, I hastily cooked an egg and left after
informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am

home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy.
So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the
room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention

of just having a well-deserved sleep, all I heard and felt was broken
porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the

source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess

on the bed sheet and blanket!

Boy was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged
straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a

good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short

explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were
not back yet; hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I
remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any

adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from
the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me.

However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under

the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you
'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I
didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom
and
cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I
went
towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him,
while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on
the bed.. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my
son's
room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little
buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to
focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to
most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be
graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a
lasting
impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing
up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This
time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence
from
school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to
explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling
out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop,
happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack
the
hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'.
But
after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by
his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was
the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the
kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then,
he has kept
to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am
sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me

proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed.. It's
winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in
every passer-by... Christmas carols and frantic shoppers.... but alas, my
son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the
day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post
master
was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted
to
post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise
never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel
that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before,
he
apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I
pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the
letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son
on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to
ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's
reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each
time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me,
hence I was
not
able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox,
I
could reach it and I sent it all at once..."

After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to
say....

I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future,
if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach
mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon
after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the
letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help
opening
the letter before they turn to ash.


And one of the letters broke my heart....

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the
school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I
did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I
was
afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad
went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in
front
of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was
furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not
tell him the real reason.
Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you,
he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you

very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am
starting
to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see

your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the
photograph
of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams.
But mummy, why havent you appear?

After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace
the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....



For the females with children:

Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some
kind
of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem.

Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer
to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and
take
care of your little precious.


For the married men:

Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not
even business nor clients.

Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are
totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In
this
society, no one is indispensable.

Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little
precious and your loved ones.



For those singles out there:

Beauty lies in loving yourself first.

With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other
things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't
let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing
matters
more than your well being.

Another tragic story. .

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Credits: rebelchiq of pD
NOTE: It was originally written to filipin0,i just translated it a bit

Stephen at Emma are highschool sweethearts &still goin strong
They have been into lots of difficulties in a relationship but they
never gave up with each other.
Just one m0re year to wait & they will soon tie the kn0ts.

Then their 5th anniversary came up and they decided to go out,all went well
they were both happy ,soon they decided to call it a night & head h0me
Stephen will drop Emma first at antipolo.So its around 2am in the
morning and they're still strolling along libis to Antipolo
on stephen's m0t0rbike/cycle.
Emma noticed her bf is driving to0 fast.

Emma: Baby, your going so fast, im afraid we'll meet an accident
Stephen: Babe dont be scared ok? Ur safe with me,just hold on tight,
its Fun!

Stephen didnt slow d0wn and maintained the same speed, so Emma's n0w
really scared

Emma: Baby please ,your scaring me,,pls slowdown,,
Stephen: No babe,everything will be alright, d0nt be afraid,im here,
just hold on me tight and wear my helmet ,im having a hard time while
wearing this thing
so Emma was a bit relieved & wore the helmet

the day after that, an accident around Libis was spread on the news
a m0torcycle crashed on a post the casualties ?. .A girl & a guy
right,it was Stephen at Emma.
They were rushed to the Hospital. Emma just g0t bruises & w0unds but
still she fainted.While Stephen,is dead on arrival.

When Emma w0ke up,she cant accept the fact thatStephen is dead,
they just have to wait one m0re year & their wedding will take place already.

Up til the last day theyre together,Stephen proved to Emma how much he
loves & protect her becoz that night,when theyre about to g0 h0me
Stephen noticed the motor's break is n0t functi0ning.They lost
c0ntrol.But he didnt let Emma kn0w becoz he kn0ws she'll be afraid. So
he let Emma wear his helmet
just in case they will meet an accident her gf will be safe and saved.
So he sacrificed his life for his dearly beloved girlfriend
THE END! ='c

DISENCHANTED ( a friend's betrayaL)

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Credit: virtualmem0ry of PD

im your friend but n0t that true
i made mistakes
i do admit
i c0unt on you
but your busy life made me alone
just a m0ment u smile at me
and said were friends
i do believed but
you declined
my sword were in my right hands
so it w0n't hurt you
but you insist your knife in my back
you were g0nna make a deep
str0ke at my back so i smile at you and said
my friend if thats what you want
d0nt use a knife...
"here is my sw0rd, use it and be quick"

Silence

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Credits:mercy14 of pD

Love transcends everything, including the one gift we take so often
for granted, speech. A touching story with a tear-jerking ending which
shows true love is patient and will be a shining light in moments of
despair.

From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her
dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &
that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were
to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the
girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your
love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be
very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her
anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the
girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love
you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life.
As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you
marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got
engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was
overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails
& phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down
by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents
beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her
mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that
could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her
voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose
her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming
out from her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just
silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems
to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which
pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the
guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to
him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent
millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the
girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually
forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new
life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day,
her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to
let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When
she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy
standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've
spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that
I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your
voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her
finger. The girl finally smiled.

The Wallet

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Credits: lonelyplanet

By Arnold Fine



As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone
had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find
some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet
contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if
it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was
the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find
some clue. Then I saw the dateline - 1924. The letter had been
written almost sixty years earlier. It was written in a beautiful
feminine handwriting, on powder-blue stationery with a little flower
in the left- hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the
recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could
not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him. It was signed Hannah. It was a
beautiful letter, but there was no way, except for the name Michael,
to identify the owner. Maybe if I called information, the operator
could find a phone listing for the address on the
envelope. "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm
trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there any way
you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was
on an envelope in the wallet?" She suggested I speak with her
supervisor, who hesitated for a moment, then said, "Well, there is a
phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She
said as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and
ask whoever answered if the person wanted her to connect me. I
waited a few minutes and then the supervisor was back on the
line. "I have a party who will speak with you." I asked the woman on
the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah.
She gasped. "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a
daughter named Hannah. But that was thirty years ago!" "Would you
know where that family could be located now?" I asked. "I remember
that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years
ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them, they
might be able to track down the daughter." She gave me the name of
the nursing home, and I called the number. The woman on the phone
told me the old lady had passed away some years ago, but the nursing
home did have a phone number for where the daughter might be living.
I thanked the person at the nursing home and phoned the number she
gave me. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was
now living in a nursing home. 'This whole thing is stupid,' I
thought to myself. 'Why am I making such a big deal over finding the
owner of a wallet that has only three dollars and a letter that is
almost sixty years old?' Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in
which Hannah was supposed to be living, and the man who answered the
phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us." Even though it was
already 10 P.M., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he
said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television." I thanked him and drove over to
the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the
door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the
day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-
haired old-timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told
her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder-blue envelope with that little flower on the
left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was
the last contact I ever had with Michael." She looked away for a
moment, deep in thought, and then said softly, "I loved him very
much. But I was only sixteen at the time and my mother felt I was
too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the
actor. "Yes," she continued, "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful
person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,"
she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still
love him. You know," she said, smiling as tears welled up in her
eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to
Michael..." I thanked Hannah and said good-bye. I took the elevator
to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there
asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?" I told him she had given
me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go
for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner
of this wallet." I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple
brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw
it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd
know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He's always losing
that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three
times." "Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked, as my hand began to
shake. "He's one of the old-timers on the eighth floor. That's Mike
Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his
walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's
office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the
elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the
eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man." We went to
the only room that had any lights on, and there was a man reading a
book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his
wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his
back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!" "This kind gentleman
found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours." I handed Mr.
Goldstein the wallet, and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my
pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward." "No, thank
you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter
in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet." The smile on his
face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?" "Not only did I
read it, I think I know where Hannah is." He suddenly grew
pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as
pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged. "She's
fine...just as pretty as when you knew her," I said softly. The old
man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she
is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You
know something, mister? I was so in love with that girl that when
that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess
I've always loved her." "Michael," I said, "come with me." We took
the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and
only one or two little night lights lit our way to the day room,
where Hannah was sitting alone, watching the television. The nurse
walked over to her. "Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael,
who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?" She
adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do
you remember me?" She gasped. "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael!
It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly toward her, and they
embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our
faces. "See," I said. "See how the good Lord works! If it's meant to
be, it will be." About three weeks later, I got a call at my office
from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a
wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" It was a
beautiful wedding, with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and
looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They
made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room, and
if you ever wanted to see a seventy-six-year-old bride and a seventy-
nine-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this
couple. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly
sixty years.

StOrYaNg MaLuPiT

www.heartslinked.com



Credit: mhalditah of pD

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind.
She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there
for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would
marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see
everything, including her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you
marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was
blind too, and refused to marry him.

Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her
saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you
forever..

CoUnT tHy bLeSsiNgS

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Credit: honeyvin of pD
THE MAN IN THE OTHER BED...Worth reading Read this and you will
inspired. It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your
thinking.


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One
man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to
help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's
only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and
families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military
service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon, when the
man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the
window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour
periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the
activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park
with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children
sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst
flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be
seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in
exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close
his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. One warm afternoon, the
man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other
man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind 's eye as the
gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived
to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the
man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was
saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As
soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be
moved next to the window.

The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he
was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped
himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world
outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides t
he bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have
compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful
things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind
and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to
encourage you."



Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy,
despite our own situations. If you want to feel rich, just count all
the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that is
why it is called The Present ." The origin of this letter is unknown,
but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this
letter. Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings. :)

BALETE DRIVE

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Halina kayo at magtipon sa aking
harapan. Maupo kayo at ako'y
magsasalaysay ng dalawang
kwento ng kababalaghan.
Sindihan na ang kandila. At
ipatong sa… sa… sino ba ang
dapat na magdadala ng bungo,
ha?
Bueno, narito ang unang
kwentong pinamagatang…
BALETE DRIVE
Si Susan ay isang maganda,
matalino, at matagumpay na
Account Executive sa isang
malaking advertising company sa
Ortigas. Bandang alas-nuwebe ng
gabi, lulan ng kanyang magarang
sasakyan, nagmamaneho si Susan
sa kahabaan ng Gilmore Avenue.
Katatapos pa lang niyang maisara
ang isang mahalaga at malaking
business deal.
Patungo si Susan sa kanilang
tanggapan sa may Ortigas
Avenue. Gabi na, subali't
kinakailangan niyang bumalik sa
opisina. Sa kalayuan, namataan
niya ang mabigat na traffic sa
intersection. Umiwas ang dalaga
at kinabig ang manibela
patungong Balete Drive. Madilim
ang kalsada at ang tanging
liwanag ay nagmumula lamang sa
kanyang sasakyan. Ipinasya ni
Susan na magmadali.
Tinawagan niya sa cellphone ang
kanyang boss, "Sir, I'll be a bit
late… Yeah, heavy traffic e…
Yup, I got the contract… I'll be
there in…"
Huli na nang mapansin ni Susan
ang pagtawid ng isang batang
babae'ng may dalang bilao sa
harap ng kanyang sasakyan.
Nabundol niya ito at tumilapon.
Huminto si Susan at lumabas ng
sasakyan upang siyasatin ang
bata. Hindi na kumikilos ang
kawawang paslit. Nalito si Susan,
lalo pa nang makita niyang
duguan ang ulo ng batang ngayo'y
nakahandusay sa gilid ng daan.
Luminga-linga siya sa paligid.
Napuna niyang walang tao.
Samakatuwid, walang nakakita
sa mga pangyayari.
Nagmadaling bumalik sa kanyang
sasakyan si Susan at mabilis
siyang tumakas.
Sa kanyang pag-uwi ay balisang-
balisa si Susan. Kaya minabuti
niyang balikan ang Balete Drive.
Maghahatinggabi na nang siya'y
huminto sa pinangyarihan ng
sakuna. Lumabas siya ng
sasakyan at nilapitan ang lugar
na alam niyang kinalalagyan ng
batang nabundol niya kanina.
Nagtaka siya. Dahil malinis ang
kalsada na parang walang
naganap na aksidente.
Sa pagtalikod ni Susan upang
bumalik sa kanyang sasakyan ay
biglang bumulaga sa kanyang
harapan ang isang babaeng
nakaputi. Mahaba ang buhok
nito at tila maputla ang kutis ng
mukha. Napasigaw si Susan at
halos natabig ang bilaong dala-
dala ng kaharap.
Nagsalita ang babeng nakaputi.
Mababa at malamig ang boses
nito at marahan ang pananalita.
"Ale, puto po. Pakyawin niyo na,"
wika ng kaharap, "Kanina pa
pong umaga kami naglalako ng
anak ko."
Kahit nagtataka si Susan sa
biglaang paglitaw ng babae ay
minabuti niyang kumilos nang di-
kahina-hinala.
"A, e… s-s-sige. Papakyawin ko
na. Oo, bibilhin ko lahat." nalilito
niyang sagot.
Nakangiting tumitig kay Susan
ang babaeng nakaputi,
"Maraming salamat po, ale."
"S-S-S-Sabi mo... kasama mo ang
anak mo? N-N-N-Nasaan siya?"
kabadong tanong ni Susan.
"Bigla na lang pong nawala. Dito
po siya nagawi kaninang alas-
nuwebe." malungkot na ungol ng
babae.
Kinilabutan ang dalaga at
pinagpawisan sa gitna ng
kalamigan! Kailangang makaalis
na siya.
"Ah… ano… sige! Ibalot mo nang
lahat yung tinda mo," balisang
sinabi ni Susan habang
nagmamadaling dumukot ng pera
sa kanyang bag. "Etong 500
pesos," abot niya sa kaharap,
"Keep the change." Nang
maibulsa ng babaeng nakaputi
ang salapi ay dahan-dahan nitong
binuksan ang takip ng dalang
bilao.
Sa liwanag ng kanyang sasakyan
sa gitna ng Balete Drive ay
lumantad kay Susan ang kahindik-
hindik na katotohanan! At ang
nakabibinging karimlan ay
binasag ng isang malagim na
pagtili ng dalaga!
Hindi puto…
Hindi puto ang laman ng bilao
kundi…










BIBINGKA!
putek...

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