Buti Na Lang Umuulan

June 13, 2010 at 8:17 pm (Komposisyon)

Nagpapaalam ka, kay lungkot ng ‘yong mukha
Ramdam ko ang sakit, di ka ba nabibigla
Dumidilim ang mga ulap, tila nakikiramay
Unti unting pumapatak, sabay sabay bumabagsak

Buti na lang umuulan at natatago ang nararamdaman
Mga luhang pumapatak ay di nakikita
Hanggang kailan maghihintay, hindi na kayang sumabay
Hindi na maintindihan, buti na lang umuulan

Tumila ang bagyo, sabay ng pagkalimot mo
Wala na ang ulan, tuyo na ang puso
Sana’y wala nang dumaan, nang di na nahihirapan
Lumiliwanag na, may darating pa ba…

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Waahahaahaha!!!

June 13, 2010 at 4:38 pm (Tawanan Muna)

MISTER: wala akong tulog dahil naiisip ko P500K na utang ko kay pare.

MISIS: madali yan! Tawagan mo si pare, sabihin mong hindi ka makakabayad sa utang mo para siya naman ang hindi makatulog!

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JUDGE: isa ka palang pusher, kidnapper, gun for hire, gambling lord,

swindler at bugaw! Wala ka bang matinong hanapbuhay?

ACCUSED: meron po. Pulis po ako.

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JEEP PASSENGER: manong bayad.

JEEP DRIVER: saan galling?

JEEP PASSENGER: sa akin.

JEEP DRIVER: papunta saan?

JEEP PASSENGER: sayo.

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Babae: Doc, kumusta na ang asawa ko?

Doc: Sorry ma’am. Mula ngayon, ikaw na ang magpapakain at

magpapaligo sa kanya, kasi, putol na ang kanyang mga kamay at paa.

Babae: Hah?! Hindi nga?!?

Doc: Hehehe! Ninerbyos ka ano? Joke lang! Patay na sya!

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Mrs: Naniniwala ka ba na ang babae habang tumatanda ay gumaganda?

Mr: Oo naman.

Mrs: Sa tingin mo, gumaganda ba ako?

Mr: Sa tingin ko, hindi ka tumatanda.

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Son: Itay, pinagalitan ako ng titser ko!

Dad: Bakit?

Son: Hin alikan ko po ang seatmate ko.

Dad: Tong anak ko, manang mana. Hehehe. Eh, masarap ba?

Son: Opo, pogi po sya eh.

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Lasing: Hoy! Sinong matapang?! Labas!

Lalake: Ako! Bakit? Lalaban ka?!

Lasing: Pare, ihatid mo naman ako sa bahay, natatakot ako kay misis eh.

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Tatay: Asensado na talaga ang anak natin sa US . Ito, nagpadala ng

picture, nakasandal sa kotse. Basahin mo nga ang nakasulat sa likod.

Nanay: Inay, nagpapasalamat ako, kasi, kung hindi dahil sa kotse na ito, natumba na ako sa sobrang gutom.

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T: Ano ang pinakamasakit na maramdaman kung matanda na tayo?

S: ‘Yung paggising mo, tapos, pagtingin mo sa tagiliran, matanda rin ang iyong katabi.

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BERTO: Ano ang mas mahalaga, pera o asawa?

ROMY: Syempre, pera! Kasi, ang pera, habang tumatagal, lumalaki ang interes. Ang asawa, habang tumatagal, nawawalan ka ng interes, tapos, inuubos pa ang pera mo

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HILARIOUS!!!

2 Mag-amiga naglasing. Paguwi natae sila at sa sementeryo inabutan. Ang isa ginamit ang panty pamunas tsaka tinapon. Yung isa, nakakita ng bouquet ng flower sa puntod at ginawang pamunas. Kinabukasan, sabi ng mga asawa nila:

JUAN:Pare, bantayan natin mga misis natin…Misis ko umuwi kagabi walang panty!

PEDRO: Mas grabe misis ko pare…Merong card nakadikit sa puwet na may nakasulat “We’ll never forget you. From all the guys at the OPERATIONS DEPT.”

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Makabagong kasabihan: Kagandahan edition

1 ) Para sa magaganda: “aanhin mo ang ganda, kung wala ka naming papa.”

2 ) Para sa gustong magpaganda/retokada : “kung gusto mong lumandi, tiisin mo ang hapdi”

3 ) Para sa mga feeling magaganda: “talbog ang matigas na tinapay sa tigas ng mukha ng nagmamagandang inday”

4 ) Para sa mga walang ganda: “mabait man daw at magaling, ang chaka-

chaka pa rin”

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Words to live by ng mga bading (hehehe)

“Walang kaibi-kaibigan pag agawan na ng dyowa ang usapan”

“Sa hinaba-haba man ng prusisyon, bading din pala ang magiging

karelasyon.”

“Walang matinong lalake sa malanding kumpare”

“Aanhin mo ang guwapo, kung mas malandi pa sa iyo?”

“Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling dyowa, sa mga bath houses

naglipana.”

“Matalino man daw ang bading, napeperahan pa rin.”

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Guwapo nagtext: Luv, p load nman P100.

Bakla: Ok! (Nagmamadaling naghanap ng loading station).

Bakla: Narecieve mo na luv?

Guwapo: Hu u?

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In the middle of a baptismal rite, a bishop officiating said:

“Ang lambot naman ng ulo ng bata…”

The pretty mother replied: “Father…dede ko po yan!”

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Motto of the day: “Masarap magmahal kung ang minamahal mo ay masarap”

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Ama: Bading ka ba?

Anak: Opo, dadi

Ama: (Dinuldol sa harina c jr). Ano?! Bading ka pa ba?!

Anak: Hin di na po.

Ama: Eh anon a?

Anak: Geisha na po! (Ang taray!)

Always remember…No matter how bad you are…You are not totally useless.. You can always be….used as a BAD EXAMPLE! Inspiring! Hehe

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Kagabi, sumakay ako sa jeep…lahat cla nakatingin skin…ang sama ng tingin Nla skin…cnubukan kong mag-abot ng bayad pro ndi nla tinangkang kunin ang bayad ko…bigla akong kinilabutan…hanggang sa my kumalabit na matanda sa akin at sinabing….”Arkilado namin ito..” hehehe

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7 tips para maiba naman ang araw mo:

1. Sikmuraan ang unang taong kasalubong at humingi ng sorry.

2. Uminom ng pampatulog labanan ito, magexercise.

3. Tibagin ang bahay gamit ang kutsara at buuin muli.

4. Himatayin kunwari sa daan, tiyaking may tao.

5. Tahiin ang puwet at magpatingin sa doctOR

6. Kurutin ang nakababatang kapatid pagkatapos unahan mong umiyak.

7. Makapagtitigan sa isda. Huwag titigil hanggat hindi ito kumukurap…

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Noon at Ngayon

June 13, 2010 at 4:02 pm (Mga Aral Mula Sa Buhay)

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways ,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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Winners vs. Losers

June 13, 2010 at 3:46 pm (Mga Aral Mula Sa Buhay)

The Winner is always part of the answer; the Loser is always part of the problem.
The Winner always has a program; the Loser always has an excuse.
The Winner says, “Let me do it for you”; the Loser says, “That is not my job.”
The Winner sees an answer for every problem; the Loser sees a problem for every answer.
The Winner says, “It may be difficult but it is possible”; the Loser says, “It may be possible but it is too impossible.”
When a Winner makes a mistake, he says, “I was wrong”; when a Loser makes a mistake, he says, “It wasn’t my fault.”
A winner makes commitments; a Loser makes promises.
Winners have dreams; Losers have schemes.
Winners say, “I must do something”; Losers says, “Something must be done.”
Winners are a part of the team; Losers are apart from the team.
Winners see the gain; Losers see the pain.
Winners see the possibilities; Losers see the problems.
Winners believe in win-win; Losers believe for them to win someone has to lose.
Winners see the potential; Losers see the past.
Winners are like thermostats; Losers are like thermometers.
Winners choose what they say; Losers say what they choose.
Winners use hard arguments but soft words; Losers use soft arguments but hard words.
Winners stand firm on values but compromise on petty things; Losers stand firm on petty things but compromise on values.
Winners follow the philosophy of empathy: “Don’t do to others what you would not want them to do to you”; Losers follow the philosophy: “Do it to others before they do it to you.”
Winners make it happen; Losers let it happen.

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Mga Aral Mula Sa Buhay

June 13, 2010 at 3:41 pm (Mga Aral Mula Sa Buhay)

1. Never explain yourself to any one. Because the person who likes you doesn’t need it, and the person who dislikes you won’t believe it.

2. When you keep you are busy, then you are never free. When you keep saying you have no time, then you will never have time. When you keep saying that you will do it tomorrow, the your tomorrow will never come.

3. When you wake up in the morning you have two simple choices. Go back to sleep and dream, or wake and chase those dreams. Choice is yours.

4. Don’t make promise when you are in joy. Don’t reply when your sad. Don’t take decision when you are angry. Think twice… Act wise.

5. Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment.

6. First, I was dying to finish my high school and start college. And then I was dying to finish college and start working. Then I was  dying to marry and have children. And then I was dying for my children to grow enough so I could go back to work. But then I was  dying to retire. And now I’m dying. And suddenly I realized I forgot to live. Please don’t let this happen to you. Appreciate you current situation and enjoy each day.

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SMALL MISUNDERSTANDINGS MAY RESULT IN A LIFETIME OF REGRETS….

June 13, 2010 at 2:44 pm (Interesanteng Artikulo)

SMALL MISUNDERSTANDINGS MAY RESULT IN A LIFETIME OF REGRETS….

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby’s father passed away while he was still very young.   Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room,  and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: “Lets go fetch mother”.
Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling. Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: “I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can’t eat flowers!” I smiled and said: “Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better.” Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: “Mum, this is a city-people’ s habit; slowly you will get use to it”. Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: “You little fool, just don’t tell her the full price of everything would solve it.” There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children’s Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and “Bam” she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I
pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me…. I got mad and asked him: “What did I do wrong?” Hubby stared at me and said: “Can’t you just give in to her once? We couldn’t possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?” After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling  hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the “all important” task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: “LD, is it because you think that mum’s cooking is not clean that’s why you chose not to eat at home?” He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.. After some time, hubby sighed: “LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?” I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: “LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor.” The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why  didn’t hubby,  and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the  hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn’t resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn’t know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at  him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment,  I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: “Darling, I am having your  baby!” and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn’t happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn’t even withstand the test of one fight?
Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.  That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was  removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: “Mr. Tan’s mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital.” I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at
me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother’s pale white and thin face and I couldn’t control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find  out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop,  apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she
tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her…I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if….In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother. Hubby moved into mother’s room and came  home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I  wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us  continues, we were living together like strangers who don’t know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant,  looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing  each other and he very lightly brushed her hair  for her, I understood  what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can  only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me:  Following mother’s death so did our love for each other.
He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched – he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife  through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.
One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have  gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: “You wait a while, I will sign.” He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself “You cannot cry, you cannot cry…” my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby’s eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.  “LD, are you pregnant?” Since mother’s accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: “Yes, but its ok, you can leave now.” He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated “sorry” to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can’t. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other’s heart. For me, it’s unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for
this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.
Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don’t take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother’s room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet… This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find
out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned  because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby’s groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his  actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as
much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I  reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain… He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his… I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth
is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: “Prepare for his funeral.”
I disregarded the nurse’s objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.  Hubby’s cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that… the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: “Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now…. I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy’s suggestion … Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most…” From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me:  “My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby…My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me…These presents, I’m afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the  packaging… ” Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: “Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms…” He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of
the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face…. A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever…”Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny’s secret is finally revealed at a price, everything became too late.”…… ..
This is a true story.
LEARNING POINT – DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience…. This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a life free of grudge. People please let’s live a life devoid of grudge. Communication is the key. Take greatest care and live on.

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Changing Emotions and Behaviors

June 8, 2010 at 9:47 pm (Interesanteng Artikulo)

PAANO GAGAWIN MO KUNG ANG SUSI NG DRAWER NA LALAGYAN MO NG PERA AY NAHULOG SA HONODORO? KUKUNIN MO PA BA O HINDI? 
  
changing emotions and behaviors.
  
The success principle is that when you want a thing even disgusting 
enough, you will get it.  You will do what you must to get
the desired result... no matter what.
  
It doesn't matter if you don't know everything... 
  
Because if you are motivated enough, you will find out
what you need to know, whatever it is.
  
It doesn't matter if you don't have the proper skills...
  
Because with enough determination, you'll go get those
skills.
  
It doesn't matter if you are scared out of your mind...
  
Because if you reeeeeeally want that something bad enough, you
will feel the fear and do it anyway.
It is stuffed with mental re-patterning statements that
get you to believe what the most motivated,
 inspired,
determined, gutsy people do.
  
It forces you to literally think the same moment-by-moment
thoughts of the people who rarely if ever fail at anything.
  
It will install into you a never say die mindset through
all your waking hours.
  
GAWIN MO YAN SA MGA BAGAY NA AKALA MO AY HINDI MO KAYA. MAKAYA MO KAYA?

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Bakit Masarap Sa Pilipinas?

June 8, 2010 at 9:37 pm (Tawanan Muna)

When I travel, people often ask me why I live in the Philippines?

Well here it is… Philippines is the only place on earth where……

1. Every street has a basketball court.
2. Even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed.
3. Doctors study to become nurses for employment abroad.
4. Students pay more money than they will earn afterwards.
5. School is considered the second home and the mall considered the third.
6. Call-center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses.
7. Everyone has his personal ghost story and superstition.
8. Mountains like Makiling and Banahaw are considered holy places.
9. Everything can be forged.
10. All kinds of animals are edible.
11. Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas.
12. Driving 4 kms can take as much as four hours.
13. Flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets.
14. Crossing the street involves running for your dear life.
15. The personal computer is mainly used for games and Friendster.
16. Where colonial mentality is dishonestly denied!
17. Where 4 a.m. is not even considered bedtime yet.
18. People can pay to defy the law.
19. Everything and everyone is spoofed.
20. Where even the poverty-stricken get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger (peke)!
21. The honking of car horns is a way of life.
22. Being called a bum is never offensive.
23. Floodwaters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season.
24. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive.
25. Where wearing your national colors make you baduy.
26. Where even the poverty-stricken have the latest cell phones. (GSM-galing sa  magnanakaw)
27. Where insurance does not work.
28. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty.
29. Clean water is for sale (35 pesos per gallon).
30. Where the government makes the people pray for miracles. (Amen to that!)
31. Where University of the Philippines where all the weird people go.
32. Ateneo is where all the nerds go.
33. La Salle is where all the Chinese go.
34. College of Saint Benilde is where all the stupid Chinese go and;
35. University of Asia and the Pacific is where all the irrelevantly rich people go.
36. Fast food is a diet meal.
37. Traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations.
38. Where being mugged is normal and It happens to everyone.
39. Rodents are normal house pets.
40. The definition of traffic is the ‘non-movement’ of vehicles.
41. Where the fighter planes of the 1940s are used for military engagements and;
42. The new fighter planes are displayed in museums.
43. Where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity, and where the lottery is a commodity.
44. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama.
45. Where actors make the rules and where politicians provide the entertainment.
46. People can get away with stealing trillions of pesos but not a thousand.
47. Where being an hour late is still considered punctual (Grabe talaga ‘to!)
48. Where the squatters have more to complain (even if they do not pay their tax) – than those employed and have their tax automatically deducted from their salaries.
49. And where everyone wants to leave the country!

FILIPINO SIGNS OF WIT:

1. The sign in a flower shop in Diliman called Petal Attraction.
2. Anita Bakery
3. A 24-hour restaurant called Doris Day & Night
4. Barber shop called Felix The Cut;
5. A bakery named Bread Pitt
6. Fast-food place selling ‘maruya’ (banana fritters) called Maruya Carey.
7. Then, there are Christopher Plumbing
8. A boutique called The Way We Wear
9. A video rental shop called Leon King Video Rental
10. A restaurant in Cainta district of Rizal called Caintacky Fried Chicken
11. A local burger restaurant called Mang Donald’s
12. A doughnut shop called MacDonuts
13. A shop selling ‘lumpia’ (egg roll) in Makati called Wrap and Roll
14. And two butcher shops called Meating Place and Meatropolis. Smart travelers can decipher what may look like baffling signs to unaccustomed foreigners by simply sounding out the ‘Taglish’

(The Philippine version of English words spelled and pronounced with a heavy Filipino such as:
15. At a restaurant menu in Cebu ‘We hab sopdrink in can an in batol’ [translation: We have soft drinks in can and in bottle].
16. Then, there is a sewing accessories shop called Bids And Pises – [translation: Beads and Pieces –or– Bits and Pieces]

There are also many signs with either badly chosen or  misspelled words but they are usually so entertaining that it would be a mistake to ‘correct’ them like…….
17. In a restaurant in Baguio City, the ‘summer capital’ of the Philippines: ‘ Wanted: Boy Waitress’
18. On a highway in Pampanga: ‘We Make Modern Antique Furniture’
19. On the window of a photography shop in Cabanatuan: ‘We Shoot You While You Wait’
20. And on the glass front of a cafe in Panay Avenue in Manila: ‘Wanted: Waiter, Cashier, Washier’.

Some of the notices can even give a wrong impression such as:
21. A shoe store in Pangasinan which has a sign saying: ‘We Sell Imported Robber Shoes’ (these could be the ‘sneakiest’ sneakers);
22. A rental property sign in Jaro reads: ‘House For Rent, Fully Furnaced’ (it must really be hot inside)!
23. Occasionally, one could come across signs that are truly unique – if not altogether odd. City in southern Philippines which said: ‘Adults: 1 peso; Child: 50 centavos; Cadavers: fare subject to negotiation’ .
24. European tourists may also be intrigued to discover two competing shops selling hopia (a Chinese pastry) called Holland Hopia and Poland Hopia – which are owned and operated by two local Chinese entrepreneurs, Mr. Ho and Mr. Po respectively – (believe it or not)!
25. Some folks also ‘creatively’ redesign English to be more efficient. ‘The creative confusion between language and culture leads to more than just simple unintentional errors in syntax, but in the adoption of new words, ‘says reader Robert Goodfellow who came across a sign …..House Fersallarend’ (house for sale or rent). Why use five words when two will do?
26. According to Manila businessman, Tonyboy Ongsiako, there is so much wit in the Philippines because ‘We are a country where a good sense of humor is needed to survive’. We have a 24-hour comedy show here called the government and a huge reserve of comedians made up mostly of politicians and bad actors.

Now I ask you where else in the world would one want to live?

Funny but true….!

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Good Golf Wife

June 8, 2010 at 9:21 pm (Tawanan Muna)

Good Golf Wife

An elderly couple were having dinner one evening
when the husband reached across the table, took
his wife’s hand in his and said, “Martha, soon we
will be married 50 years, and there’s something I
have to know. In all of these 50 years have you ever been unfaithful
to me?” Martha replied, “Well Henry, I have to be honest
with you. Yes, I’ve been unfaithful to you three times during these
50 years, but always for a good reason.

Henry was obviously hurt by his wife’s
confession, but said, “I never suspected.
Can you tell me what you mean by ‘good reasons”
Martha said, “The first time was shortly after we
were married, and we were about to lose our little house because we
couldn’t pay the mortgage.  Do you remember that one evening I went to see
the banker and the next day he notified you that the loan would be
extended?” Henry recalled the visit to the banker and said,
“I can forgive you for that. You saved our home, but what about the second time?”

Martha asked, “And do you remember when you were
so sick, but we didn’t have the money to pay for the heart surgery you
needed? Well, I went to see your doctor one night and, if you recall, he
did the surgery at no charge.” I recall that,” said Henry. “And you did it to
save my life, so I of course I can forgive you for that. Now tell me
about the third time.”

“Alright”, Martha said. “So do you remember when
you ran for president of your golf club, and you needed 73 more votes?”

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Pinoy Diksyonaryo atbp…

June 8, 2010 at 9:19 pm (Tawanan Muna)

BAKA MALIMUTAN NINYO ANG SARILING WIKA…

>Abuloy — bayad sa nahigop na kape at nanguyang biskwit sa nilamayang sakla.
>Akala —- alam na alam daw.
>Aginaldo – inaasahan na makukuha sa araw ng Pasko na mas okay sana kung pera na lang.
>Bakasyon – sandaliang pahinga sa trabahong hingal lang ang pahinga.
>Bakit —- tanong na laging mahirap masagot.
>Bakya —- tsinelas na may takong.
>Baga —– lutuan ng mga hindi makabili ng microwave.
>Bagoong — masarap na ulam ng mga walang maiulam.
>Baldado — hindi mamamatay-matay na mukhang hindi na mabubuhay.
>Bale —– suweldong inutang.
>Kaaway — ikli ng ‘kaibigan na Inayawan.’
>Kababata – dating gelpren na may ibang boypren.
>Kabag —- utot na naipon sa tiyan.
>Kabayo — hayop na sinasakyan Ng kalesa.
>Kalbo —- gupit ng buhok na korteng itlog.
>Dalaginding — dalagang hindi pa nagsusuot ng bra.
>Dilim —- liwanag na maitim.
>E ——– ireng paseksi.
>Gahasa — romansang walang ligawan.
>Ginang — asawa ni ginoo na mukha nang tsimay.
>Ginoo —- inaasawa ni ginang na may inaasawang iba.
>Gipit —- kalagayan ng tao na suki na ng sanglaan.
>Ha ——- sagot ng nagbibingi-bingihan .
>Halakhak – tawang bukang-buka ang ngala-ngala.
>Handaan — magdamagan na Palakihan ng tiyan.
>Handog — bigay na laging may kapalit.
>Hipo —– haplos na may malisya.
>Hudas —- tapat na manloloko.
>Ibon —– hayop na lumalangoy sa Hangin.
>Imposible — pagtaas ng unano.
>Insulto — walang hiyang biro.
>Isda —— hayop na hindi Nalulunod.
>Ita ——- negrong Pinoy.
>La ——– ikli ng ‘lalalalala’ sa kinakantang hindi maalala.
>Lalawigan – syudad ng kahirapan.
>Langaw —- kulisap na bangung-bango sa amoy ng basura.
>Ma – ——- tawag sa gelpren na mukhang nanay na.
>Malusog — hitsura ng tumatabang balat.
>Mama —— tawag sa sosyal na ina.
>Mano —— kaugaliang Pinoy na nakapupudpod ng noo.
>Mantika — katas ng piniritong taba.
>Maybahay — asawang utusan sa bahay.
>Nakaw —– pagkuha ng walang pasabing ‘akin na lang ito.’
>Naku —— ikli ng ‘ina ko, ina na ako.’
>Nitso —– bahay ng mga patay.
>Nobya —– gelpren na laking probinsya.
>Ngalngal — iyak ng walang ipen.
>Ngisi —– tawang tulo-laway.
>Ngiti —– tawang labas ipen.
>Paa ——- bahagi ng katawan na amoy lupa.
>Paaralan — dito itinuturo kung ano, alin o sino ang mapipiling bobo.
>Panata —- dasal na nakatataba ng tuhod.
>Regla —– masungit na panahon ng pagkababae.
>Sabon —– mabangong bagay na ipinapahid sa mabahong katawan.
>Sakristan —- utusan ng pari.
>Sampal —- haplos na nakatitigas ng mukha.
>Ta ——– ikli ng ‘tita’ o lalaking may bra.
>Tamad —– taong hindi napapagod sa pahinga.

>Funny stuff only found in the good old Philippines. ..

>* Nakasulat sa pader:
>”MARUNONG KA BANG TUMAHOL? ASO LANG ANG UMIIHI DITO!”
>
>* along a highway in Pampanga:
>”WE MAKE MODERN ANTIQUE FURNITURE”
>
>* in a Baguio grocery:
>”FRESH FROZEN CHICKEN SOLD HERE”
>
>* in Cubao:
>”NONE ID NOTHING ENTRY”
>
>* on a parking lot:
>”TAXI AND OUTSIDE CAR NOT ALLOWED”
>
>* along Luneta Boulevard:
>”BAWAL TUMAE SA BULEVARD”
>
>* on Jeepney and Bus signs:
>”BEFORE PAY, TELL WHERE GET THE ON BEFORE GET THE OFF”
>
>* on a Flower shop in Rizal Avenue:
>”WE SELL ARTIFICIAL FRESH FLOWERS”
>
>* on a delivery truck:
>”NOT FOR HERE”
>
>* on window of a restaurant in Baguio:
>”WANTED: BOY WAITRESS”
>
>* A grafitti inside the cubicle of a ladies’ C.R. in a
>university:
>”PLEASE DON’T SIT LIKE A FROG, SIT LIKE A QUEEN.”
>
>* At a men’s comfort room, above a urinal:
>”HAWAK MO ANG KINABUKASAN NG BAYAN”
>
>* at a construction site in Mandaluyong:
>”BAWAL OMEHI DITO. ANG MAHOLI BOG-BOG”
>
>* somewhere along San Andres:
>”NO URINATING, ON THE OVER WALLS”
>
>* vacant lot near makati ave.:
>”DON’T PARKING”
>
>* at an eatery in Cebu:
>”WE HAB SOPDRINK IN CAN AND IN BATOL!
>
>and this is the best of them all!!
>* on a building somewhere in the Philippines. ..
>”NOTARY PUBLIC TUMATANGGAP DIN NG LABADA KUNG LINGGO”

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