FCCY's mtq's bLoGG !!!

im doomed

2008-03-16T20:10:00.000+08:00

philo orals ko na bukas ng 130..

at wala.

wala #1: wala akong maaral. LITERALLY.

wala #2: wala akong notes. dahil natapon siya ng helper namin kahapon.

at oo, hinanap ko na siya sa basurahan at sa kung san-san pa.

wala #3: wala siya dun.

ganito ang nangyayari kung sa size 1 ka lng ngnnotes. kung sa size 1 nlng nga, at magulo pa ang notes mo.

YEHEY.

"I could fall in love with you too"

2008-02-29T18:21:00.000+08:00

I wasn't able to post this last night cos my mom suddenly sat beside me while she was reading her magazine. Msyado akong paranoid to post this while she's anywhere near me. This is not the time to tell her anything.

Anyway, i was watching the L word last night, season 4 episode 7. and.. not that i have anything against tina and bette getting back together..

BUT..

i like jodi and bette better. :) tina and bette's relationship was good. but they lacked something jodi and bette have.

they have chemistry. :) nakakatuwa sila.

* i watched My Big Love tonight with mc. :) grand mass then dinner then movie. i miss my hs friends. *sigh* i miss highschool.

who wants tikoy?

2008-02-02T18:02:00.000+08:00

the chinese new year is coming around again. PLUS, this is my philo homework. seriously.

to ven, kate, samboy, jamie, yumi, sars, reese and lor, expect your tikoy from me soon. :P hahaha. dahil hihingi rin naman kyo sa akin, gawin na natin tong tradisyon. bwahaha. anong flavor gusto niyo? :P

FIRE RABBIT Horoscope
Feb 2, 1927 to Jan 22, 1928
Jan 29, 1987 to Feb 16, 1988

Rabbit people love to play under the moonlight. Quite fanciful, they respond to the power and beauty of nature and are always being pulled one way and the other to examine what they find. They are the luckiest of all twelve signs! But, it's more a result of "the harder I work, the luckier I get" than taking crazy chances. They are cautious, conservative, bright, and have a good head for business. Supremely pleasant to have around, these affectionate, naturally shy peacemakers seldom ever lose their temper. They sometimes appear to be singing the blues because of a natural but short-lived tendency towards despondency. Rabbits always inspire deep admiration and trust.

Ginger Soup and Ginger Noodles are among the keys to good health!!

The Fire Rabbits stand out from the crowd of other Rabbits. You might expect Rabbits to be passive, quiet, and loners. Not so, the Fire Rabbits. These extroverts are leaders of the pack! Fire Rabbits intuitively sense the right way to bring out the best in themselves and other people. They are brave creatures, thirsty for life. Others eagerly follow them because of the promise of adventure and great fun, and they are never disappointed. Visionary explorers, Fire Rabbits inspire others to see beyond the surface. Unlike other Rabbits, Fire Rabbits have the potential to be truly rich. Enormously capable and hardworking, Fire Rabbits can achieve great things others cannot match. Captains in charge of their lives, they experience smooth sailing in their careers. The multifaceted Fire Rabbits experience great versatility in their lives. Their interests can range from Agatha Christie to bungee jumping, from caviar to enchiladas, from snowskiing to Scrabble. Speaking of Scrabble, spell Love: L-O-V-E is very kind to Fire Rabbits. Excellent lovers, they rapturously charm their partners with cozy fireplaces, affectionate hugs, and, most of all, undying support and loyalty.

Famous RABBIT people: Hu Shih, Hu Yao-Bang, Kim Young Sam, Sally Ride, Leonardo Di Caprio, Frank Sinatra, Bob Hope, Arturo Toscanini, Leontyne Price, Clare Boothe Luce, Tiger Woods.

click here for yours.

naiinis ako

2008-01-12T13:04:00.000+08:00

Bible puzzle

2007-12-07T13:25:00.000+08:00

goodluck everyone. nakita ko sa blog ni james. and decided to do it just to keep my mind off things. i kept myself entertained for about 2-3 hours.

Can you find the names of 25 books of the bible in this paragraph? This is a most remarkable puzzle. Someone found it in the seat pocket on a flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu , keeping himself occupied for hours. One man from Illinois worked on this while fishing from a N. S. John boat. Roy Clark studied it while playing his banjo. Elaine Victs mentioned it on her column once. One woman judges the job to be so involving; she brews a cup of tea to help calm her nerves. There will be some names that are really easy to spot! That's a fact. Some people will soon find themselves in a jam, especially since the book names are not necessarily capitalized. The truth is, from the answers we get, we are forced to admit it usually takes a minister or scholar to see some of them at the worst. Something in our genes is responsible for the difficulty we have. Those able to find all of them will hear great lamentations from those who have to be shown. One revelation may help; books like Timothy and Samuel may occur without their numbers. And punctuation or spaces in the middle are normal. A chipper attitude will help you compete. Remember, there are 25 books of the Bible lurking somewhere in this paragraph.

The Carpenter

2005-09-19T06:31:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference. Finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence. One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. I'm looking for a few days' work, he said. Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you? Yes, said the older brother. I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor; in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence, an 8 foot fence so I won't need to see his place or his face anymore. The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you. The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge, a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched. You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done. The two brothers stood at each end of the turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you, said the older brother. I'd love to stay on, the carpenter said, but I have many more bridges to build.

When There Is No Hope

2005-07-11T00:21:00.000+08:00

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk. She would never talk. She would probably be blind. She would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation And on and on.

"No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away. Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep, growing more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.

"David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral arrangements," Diana remembers "I felt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen I couldn't listen. I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say Danae is not going to die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"

As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially "raw," every lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort- so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultra-violet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger. But as weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later-though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero - Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs, whatsoever, of any mental or physical impairments. Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more-but that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.

Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?". Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet it smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,"No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with the other children before the rains came. Her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest-and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

Thank You Lord

2005-05-19T10:17:00.000+08:00

I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked Side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.

My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received."
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world. Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them." I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section," my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed. "How is it that?;There's no work going on here?" I asked.

"So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments.

"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?" I asked.

"Simple," the angel answered. "Just say, "Thank you, Lord"

"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep .. you are richer than 75% of this world."

"If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy."

"And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."

Also

"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness .....you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day."

"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 700 million people in the world"

"If you can attend a church meeting without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death .. you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world."

"If your parents are still alive and still married .. you are very rare."

"If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you are unique to all those in doubt and despair."

Lights are Off and No One is Home

2005-05-18T16:37:00.000+08:00

The other day I was on my way home, and for some reason all the traffic lights were out. It was 5 pm, so needless to say, it was rush hour and pure chaos.
I approached a 4-way stop, and found myself involved in a mess. On all 3 sides of me, all I could see were blank stares and darting eyes looking for the right time to make their move.
On one side of me was a good-looking older woman who had her hands on 10 and 2, and she was leaning forward as if by sure will she would get through the intersection.
Directly across from me was a business man talking on his cell phone, looking way too stressed out to be on the road.
On the other side was a teenage kid dancing to his radio, not looking like he really cared whether he moved or not. So, I waited... and waited... and waited, for what felt like 30 seconds. After I gave it a little thought, I pulled out into the road, and I became the most hated man in the intersection.
The man across from me hung up his cell phone and began to scream. The teenager on one side honked his horn, turned off his radio, yelled something, and gave me a sign (which I think means I'm #1). The older gal to the other side just shook her head and then leaned back forward.
Did I break any traffic laws or universal laws of courtesy?
No.
Did I give everyone ample time to do what we are all taught in driving school?
Yes.
So how does this story apply to you and your business?
Isn't it funny when you make a move and break out of the pack, you all of a sudden look like a one-eyed blue haired purple people eater?
When you decide to move out people are going to:
1. Be envious that you actually made your move.
2. Say they're too busy to make their move.
3. Have it in their mind that they want to make their move, but don't take action.
And all three of them will be upset with you because you ignored the excuses and made your move.
Well, I had a dream. I was on my way home to my wife and two boys. I had calls to make, dinner to eat, and business was waiting to get done. I wasn't about to wait for other people to decide if their dreams were important enough for them to make a move.
We will encounter all these people in our lives, but it is important to remember that this is your life, and these are your dreams. You and only you can make it happen.To quote a good friend and business associate Stu Janoff, "I'm willing to do today what others won't, so I can live tomorrow like others can't."
Make your move today!! Don't wait for others to decide for you.

Grant Me Faith until Morning

2005-05-18T16:34:00.000+08:00

The twister fell from an ominous whirling swell in the ghostly green distance. Only minutes away, it roared like an angry beast released from a dark world. Its long twirling tail whipped the helpless earth, filling the sky with plumes of dust, tree limbs, and splintered wood. Without hesitation it marked its torturous path of destruction straight toward Laci Carrington's house.
Laci found herself alone in a corner of her basement. She felt her heart pounding through her mother's old family Bible as she clasped it tightly to her chest. Heavy moist air clung to her face, and an eerie buzzing filled the dark confines around her. Alone on the cold, damp floor, she could not remember feeling such fear inside her own soul. She felt certain that she was being tested.
Laci Carrington had always identified herself with her house. In her mind, they were almost one and the same. There were countless memories locked away in unused rooms. Generations of voices, music and laughter were recorded in its old plaster walls.
Her childhood home had remained her fortress of security for thirty-five years. It was the one earthly possession she felt she could never live without. Her ultimate fear was its destruction. She whispered the prayer her mother had taught her to pray each night. "Grant me faith until morning."
The twister's ear-splitting roar shook the old, weakening foundations, and the electrical wiring on the basement ceiling began to emit sharp, unnerving popping sounds. The incessant buzzing had become unbearable. It caused Laci's mind to whirl as fast as the monster outside. Less than a minute from the house, it was poised like a deadly serpent ready to strike the life from everything she knew and held dear.
Laci felt cold and clammy as if she were going into shock. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed again, "Grant me faith until morning." In that moment of desperation, a protective energy surrounded her spirit, and she drifted twenty-five years into the past.
. . . . .
She was ten years old, lying awake on an early summer morning. Each day, she awoke to the call of a blue jay sitting in the cedar branches by her window. Jumping up, she scurried over to get a good look at him. He was loud and shrill in the still morning air. His voice made Laci smile.
Laci had always liked to rise early and get a first glimpse of the day before anyone else. A curious and imaginative child, she would often sneak outside at 4:00 a.m. to witness what the world was like that early. To her it felt like being part of a surreal segment of time that no one else knew or ever spoke about.
There she celebrated in secrecy the cool air, the smell of fresh dew on the grass, the brightening sky, and finally the glorious sunrise itself. This was a private world that made her feel sneaky, privileged, and joyfully special.
Standing in the cool of her 4:00 a.m. paradise, she recalled the prayer she prayed with her mother each night before falling asleep. "Grant me faith until morning." Now the memories of all these special mornings gave her strength when she needed it most.
. . . . .
The basement was now completely black, a suffocating tomb with no exit. Lightning flashed, and Laci sensed a sudden movement behind her as two arms reached out of the darkness to grasp her shoulders.
She leapt forward and bolted up the creaky wooden steps to the kitchen. A blinding flash with a deafening explosion sent glass flying across the dining room. Faster, she darted through the trembling house to the upper staircase. Soft footsteps kept pace behind her as she scurried up the stairs. In a dead run, she headed through the corridor to her room.
"Quick, in here!" she shouted, slamming the door behind them. The presence that followed her was comforting, and she no longer felt afraid. Again she prayed, "Grant me faith until morning."
Laci's room was the heart of her earthly world. There she had learned to pray her most earnest prayers. In her room, a mirror of her own heart, she had always felt the safest. Her thoughts whirled as she lay back, watching the lightning dance on the ceiling. As they often did on hot summer nights, the walls played a familiar melody that carried her to the edge of sleep.
She heard her mother's voice teaching her to pray, "Grant me faith until morning." Turning over, she pulled the covers over her head, and clung tightly to her mother's hand. Then all she heard were the melodies. All she saw was the sunrise.
She smiled in her sleep as laughter echoed from somewhere deep in the old walls. The blue jay outside her window sang its familiar wake-up call.
She sat up quickly, confused at first. The sun was already streaming in through her window, and she was late for work. Laci breathed a sigh of thanks that her world had not really crumbled in the wind. Yet she had to grin at her imagination.
The dream had made her more thankful than ever for her life, her health, her home, and her faith. It had reminded her of her life-long prayer.
The rooms of her heart and soul contained much more than memories, music, and laughter. They held enough faith, confidence, and love to outshine any fears that could threaten her spirit.
Looking out her window at the blue jay, Laci prayed a prayer of gratitude. She knew that no matter what happened, she would continue to pray each night, "Grant me faith until morning."
Laci knew with certainty that it was one prayer that would always be granted.

Picture of an Angel

2005-05-18T16:28:00.000+08:00

Golden sunlight danced in the treetops, and children's laughter filled the park. The smell of popcorn played on the breeze, and life seemed good. It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my little daughter, Gigi. That is, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away.
It seemed like a bad dream. I could barely whisper when the police questioned me. For hours we waited, but there was no word on the whereabouts of the car. Tears would start to come. Then nothing. I was numb with fear.
"Go home, Ma'am," the sergeant said. "I'll have an officer drive you. We'll also want to monitor your telephone. The kidnappers might call, and we'll want to get a trace. Trust me, these guys can't get far." After what had just happened, it was hard for me to trust anything.
My friend Gloria came over that afternoon. "I heard about Gigi on the radio," she said. "Everyone is looking for the car. The interstates are all blocked." She took my hand.
"Look here," Gloria said. "I want you have this picture, and I want you to pray with me."
It was a picture of a little girl sound asleep in her bed. Standing by the bed was a tall, blond angel. His hand was touching the girl's shoulder as he smiled down at her.
My nerves were frazzled. "You know I don't believe in that kind of thing!" I snapped. "I'm too exhausted for any hocus-pocus right now, Gloria! I want my daughter home!" I started to shake, and then I began sobbing.
Gloria placed the photo on our mantle and knelt down beside me. "Just pray with me," she said, holding my hand.
I had no strength left, so we prayed and waited what seemed an eternity. Together, we waited by the phone until sundown. The phone never rang.
Suddenly, the front door swung open. I looked up and screamed.
There stood Gigi. "Gigi! Thank God!" I cried, throwing my arms around her. "Where did those men take you? How did you get home? Did the police find you?"
"No Mommy!" said Gigi. "I was real scared because those men said they were taking me far away. We were going real fast on an old rock road I'd never seen before. But then a tall man walked out in front of the car, and they ran off the road and hit a tree.
Then the tall man ran up and opened the car door and pulled me out. He was real nice, and said I would be okay now, and that those men couldn't hurt me. I must have gone to sleep, because then I woke up here in front of our house. He must have brought me home."
"But who … how did he know … where to bring you?" My voice broke and trailed to a whisper.
"I don't know, Mommy," Gigi said. "But he was real friendly, and I wasn't scared of him at all."
Just then Gigi noticed Gloria's picture on the mantle. "That's him!" She squealed, pointing at the picture. "Mommy, the tall blond man dressed like an angel. That's the man that pulled me out of the car!"
I felt chill-bumps across my neck and arms. Gloria turned pale. "Are you sure that's the man?" Gloria asked.
"Yeah, that's him okay. Except he didn't have wings, and he was wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt. But that's him exactly. I'd remember him anywhere!"
Later that night, the police found the injured kidnappers in their wrecked car fifty miles from our home. When questioned, the driver remembered swerving to avoid hitting a tall blond man. The backseat door that Gigi sat by had been completely torn off its hinges.
Twenty years have gone by. We have never heard from anyone claiming to have rescued Gigi. There have been no logical explanations for Gigi's miraculous escape and return home from a wreck so far away.
There have always been things that people can't explain. But, from that day forward, I've never doubted that many of those things are divine miracles. I believe that all experiences, positive and negative, are given to us for our strengthening and learning.
Gigi now takes her little girl to the park on Saturdays. They enjoy the sunlight as it dances in the treetops, the smell of popcorn, and the laughter of children. She keeps Gloria's picture on her mantle, and she remembers her angelic friend. And, like my daughter, I have a faith that has carried me through many trials since that day many years ago.

When God Created Fathers

2005-05-18T16:24:00.000+08:00

When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said, "What kind of a Father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping."
God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large. The angel shook her head and said,"Large hands can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused from baseball bats."
Again God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to cup a child's face in them."
Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, "Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap?" The angel chuckled.
God said, "A Mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer. "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those feet are going to get out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?"
God again smiled and said, "They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare mice away from a summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill." God worked throughout the night, giving the Father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied he can love as much as a Mother can?"
The angel said nothing more.

When God Created Mothers

2005-05-18T16:22:00.000+08:00

by Erma Bombeck

When the good Lord was creating mothers, he was into his sixth day of overtime, when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this one? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair, and six pair of hands.
"The angel shook her head slowly and said,"Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord."It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another here, in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't, but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, "I understand and I love you," without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord,"said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now. Tomorrow..."
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.
"The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly. "She's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?"
"Not only think, but she can reason and compromise," said the Creator. Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."
"You're a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."

5 simple rules to happiness

2005-05-06T16:20:00.000+08:00

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup Perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. "I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Mrs.. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait." "That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I Like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it.""It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away .. just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account .. you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my memory bank. I am still depositing. Remember the five simple rules to be happy:1. Free your heart from hatred.2. Free your mind from worries.3. Live simply.4. Give more.5. Expect less.

A Chat w/ God

2005-04-10T15:25:00.000+08:00

God: Hello. Did you call me

Me: Called you? No. Who is this?

God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.

Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now.
I am In the midst of something.

God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.

Me: Don't know. But I cant find free time. Life has become hectic.
It's rush hour all the time.

God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results.
Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.

Me: I understand. But I still cant figure out. By the way, I was not
expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.

God: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some
clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are
comfortable with.

Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?

God: Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy?

God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.
You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has
become your habit. That's why you are not happy.

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?

God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty..

God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?

God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction.
Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials,
but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?

God: Yes. Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests?
Why cant we be free from problems?

God: Problems are purposeful roadblocks offering
beneficial lessons (to) enhance mental strength.
Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance,
not when you are free from problems.

Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading..

God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.
Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more
than moving in the right direction. What should I do?

God: Success is a measure decided by others. Satisfaction
is a measure decided by you. You work with the compass.
Let others work with the clock.

Me: In tough times, how do I stay motivated?

God: Always look at how far you have come rather than
how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not
what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people?

God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they
prosper, they never ask "Why me". Everyone wishes to
have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get an answer.

God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who
you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why
you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery
but a process of creation

Me: How can I get the best out of life?

God: Face your past without regret. Handle your present
with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.

God: There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.

God: Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe
your doubts and don't doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to
solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live.

Always Create Your Own Dreams and Live Life to the Fullest !

2005-04-06T22:56:00.000+08:00

Dreams can come true

if you take the time to

think about what you want in life

Get to know yourself

Find out who you are

Choose your goals carefully

Be honest with yourself

Always believe in yourself

Find many interests and pursue them

Find out what is important to you

Find out what you are good at

Don't be afraid to make mistakes

Work hard to achieve successes

When things are not going right

don't give up --- just try harder

give yourself freedom

to try out new things

Laugh and have a good time

Open yourself up to love

Take part in the beauty of nature

Be appreciative of all that you have

Help those less fortunate than you

Work towards peace in the world

Live life to the fullest

Create your own dreams and

follow them until they are a reality

Life (Mother Teresa)

2005-04-06T22:51:00.000+08:00

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realise it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.Life is costly, care for it.
Life is wealth, keep it.Life is love, enjoy it.
Life is mystery, know it.
Life is a promise, fulfil it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.

Mother Teresa

A beautiful story

2005-04-06T22:47:00.000+08:00

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry how would she react?

Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you're abandoning me."

Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.

Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure do envy you. "

Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are."

Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, "What do you mean?"

The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building.

Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Beauty Tips

2005-04-06T22:20:00.000+08:00

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul

Not a One!

2005-04-06T22:12:00.000+08:00

Little Chad was a shy, quiet young man. One day he came home and told his mother that he'd like to make a valentine for everyone in his class. Her heart sank. She thought, "I wish he wouldn't do that!" because she had watched the children when they walked home from school. Her Chad was always behind them. They laughed and hung on to each other and talked to each other. But Chad was never included. Nevertheless, she decided she would go along with her son. So she purchased the paper and glue and crayons. For three weeks, night after night, Chad painstakingly made 35 valentines.

Valentine's Day dawned, and Chad was beside himself with excitement. He carefully stacked them up, put them in a bag, and bolted out the door. His mother decided to bake him his favorite cookies and serve them nice and warm with a cool glass of milk when he came home from school. She just knew he would be disappointed and maybe that would ease the pain a little. It hurt her to think that he wouldn't get many valentines - maybe none at all.

That afternoon she had the cookies and milk on the table. When she heard the children outside, she looked out the window. Sure enough, there they came, laughing and having the best time. And, as always, there was Chad in the rear. He walked a little faster than usual. She fully expected him to burst into tears as soon as he got inside. His arms were empty, she noticed, and when the door opened she choked back the tears.

"Mommy has some cookies and milk for you," she said.

But he hardly heard her words. He just marched right on by, his face aglow, and all he could say was: "Not a one. Not a one."

Her heart sank.

And then he added, "I didn't forget a one, not a single one!"

ThinGs aRn'T aLwayZ wHat tHey sEeM

2005-04-04T23:52:00.000+08:00

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the
night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let
the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a
space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older
angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why,
the older angel replied...Things aren't always what they seem.

The next night the pair came to rest at the
house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing
what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where
they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the
angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had
been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the
older angel how could you have let this happen!? The first man had everything,
yet you helped him, she accused. The second family had little but was willing to
share everything, and you let their cow die.

Things aren't always what they seem, the older
angel replied. When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there
was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with
greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't
find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmer's bed, the angel of death
came for his wife. I told him to take the cow instead. Things aren't always what
they seem.

Sometimes this is exactly what happens when
things don't turn out the way we think they should. If you have faith in God,
just trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not realize
it until much later.

Jars of Clay

2005-04-04T23:49:00.000+08:00

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried
across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was
perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk
from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and
a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was
proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the
poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was
able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one
day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these
past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side
causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my
flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your
efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we
return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along
the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the
beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at
the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load,
and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your
path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about
your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of
the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my
master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this
beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord
will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing
goes to waste.

So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God calls you to the tasks He has appointed
for you, don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and allow Him to take
advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway.

Go out boldly, knowing that in our weakness we find His strength, and that "In Him every one of
God's promises is a Yes".

The Stone Cutter

2005-04-04T23:47:00.000+08:00

There was once
a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine
possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!"
thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be
like the merchant.

To his great
surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than
he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than
himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied
by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how
wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!"
he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"

Then he became
the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and
hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt
very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone
proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he
thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"

Then he became
the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the
farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so
that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that
storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"

Then he became
the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he
found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it
was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the
wind!"

Then he became
the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and
hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that
would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering
rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"

Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.

He looked down
and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.

An Angel Walked The Beat Last Night

2005-04-04T23:44:00.000+08:00

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

they said had run the light

that caused the six-car pileup

on 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about

and blood was everywhere,

the sirens screamed out eulogies,

for death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car,

was heard above the noise;

her plaintive plea near split the air:

"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinioned hands;

she struggled to get free,

but mangled metal held her fast

in grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused

on where the back seat once had been,

but all she saw was broken glass and

two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

she did not hear them cry,

and then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

"Oh, God, don't let them die!"

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

but when they searched the back,

they found therein no little boys,

but the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad

and was traveling alone,

but when they turned to question her,

they discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild

and screaming above the noise

in beseeching supplication,

"Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

their jeans are blue to match."

One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,

and they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there

and gave them each a cone,

then told them both to wait for Mom

to come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low,

but I can't find their dad.

He must have fled the scene,

I guess, and that is very bad."

The mother hugged the twins and said,

while wiping at a tear,

"He could not flee the scene, you see,

for he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked,

"Now, how can that be true?"

The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came

and left a kiss for you.

He told us not to worry

and that you would be all right,

and then he put us in this car with

the pretty, flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so,

but Mommy, he just hugged us tight

and said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand

and told us not to fuss,

and he said to tell you, Mommy,

he's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt

that what they spoke was true,

for she recalled their dad's last words,

"I will watch over you." The

firemen's notes could not explain

the twisted, mangled car,

and how the three of them escaped

without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed,

in print so very fine,

An angel walked the beat tonight

on Highway 109.

24 Things to Alwayz Remember

2005-04-03T22:15:00.000+08:00

24 THINGS TO ALWAYS
REMEMBER

Your presence is a present to the world.

You are unique and one of a kind.

Your life can be what you want it to be.

Take the days just one at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.

You will make it through whatever comes along.

Within you are so many answers.

Understand, have courage, be strong.

Do not put limits on yourself.

So many dreams are waiting to be realized.

Decisions are too important to leave to chance.

Reach for your peak, your goal and you prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.

The longer one carries a problem the heavier it gets.

Do not take things too seriously.

Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember that a little love goes a long way.

Remember that a lot … goes forever.

Remember that friendship is a wise investment.

Life’s treasure are people together.

Realize that it is never too late.

Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.

Have hearth and hope and happiness.

Take the time to wish upon a start.

AND DO NOT EVER FORGET ….

FOR EVEN A DAY

HOW VERY SPECIAL YOU ARE !