Would you do the same?

I was beginning to regret having worn my favorite red off-shoulder blouse and pleated skirt inside the movie house because I was shivering in the cold. But I took the huge risk because I knew perfectly how my favorite pair of clothing will impress my boyfriend. He loved it whenever I showed a little more skin but if and only if he was with me. I love how he compliments me - he never fails to make me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman on earth.

The movie hasn’t begun, and the cold was already enveloping us. We found good premiere seats. His hand was holding mine. The feeling of having him all to myself in the dark tickled me. It didn’t occur to me that he was smelling the side of my neck as he murmured, "Bango naman ng Baby ko…I love you!" Another smile curled my lips. "Wala bang I love you too?" He teased. So I answered back, "I love you too, Baby."

After a few subtle kisses on the cheek, his cellphone beeped. He quickly checked who it was and buried his eyes on the message. I saw him reply to the text as if he was being chased after. "Uy, bili ako ng food gusto mo? Kelangan ko narin kasing mag-load, may kelangan akong reply-an. Limang piso nalang yata laman nito." He whispered "La akong bulsa, By. Hawakan mo muna ‘tong cell, baka mawala ko lang. You know how careless I am." I nodded and kept the phone safely in my hands. He slightly pinched my cheek, said I love you again under his breath, and took off.

The movie still hasn’t started. I closed my eyes and gave a hearty yawn. I almost fell asleep when I felt his phone vibrate violently. The name Michelle was blinking. Who’s Michelle? I thought to myself. Even before I could press accept, the phone stopped vibrating and displayed 1 missed call. The message icon was also blinking – meaning Michael’s inbox was full. I had to delete old messages to pave way for incoming texts. So I did. Five messages came in immediately, all of which were from "Michelle." Without hesitation, I opened them one by one.

Ha?! Anong wg muna ako text? Kelangan natin mgusap ngyn na! Nsan kb kc? Can I text you na? Text moko if coast is clear. R u still with her?

I felt my heart do a somersault in complete confusion. What did the messages mean? Who was that HER Michael was still with? I felt cold sweat forming around my forehead and nose. I took a deep breath. So I pretended to be Michael and replied casually to the text messages.

She replied in a matter of seconds.

O, baket ka ba text ng text? May problema ba? Musta?

Hi Mike!!! Ano ng balita sayo? Baket ngayon ka lang nagreply? Kanina pako nagpaparamdam! Kasama mo pa ba si Shayne?

I thought I was just stabbed right in the chest when I saw my name in Michelle’s text message, but I continued replying with Michael’s phone.

Oo, bumili lang ako ng food. Iniwan ko si Shayne sa loob ng sinehan. Baket ba kasi?

Di mo pa kasi iwan yang babaeng yan eh hihihi! Love, tuloy ba tayo bukas?

Ah? Ewan ko, ikaw ang bahala. San ba tayo bukas?

Diba sabi mo pupunta tayo ng Laguna?

Ako nagsabi nun? Ah oo nga pala, I promised you that. Eh ano bang plano mo?

Ano? Ikaw nga ang nagplano eh! Baket parang binabalik mo sakin ang tanong? Nakalimutan mo na ba? 4 months na tayo bukas! Dapat astig ang out-of-town natin! Swimming tayo siguro tapos dinner… Alam mo na siguro ang ibig kong sabihin, love!

I lay motionless. The movie began. I felt my head spin violently - my vision was now blurred because of the big teardrops gathering in my eyes. But I blinked them away and replied as fast as I could. I knew Michael was on his way back to the cinema any minute now.

Oo sige na basta sabihin mo yun ang gagawin natin! Ang bilis ng panahon noh 4 months na tayo. Parang kelan lang… O sige pano ba ang plano bukas? Sabihin mo sakin ang nasa isip mo HONEY

Hmmm… Basta bring your car nalang! Tawagan moko sa bahay tonight so we can talk ha? Love you lots! Mwah mwah! (smiley face)

I tried to reply I love you too, but the phone displayed Check Operator Services.

The whole world must’ve stopped before my very eyes. There was nothing more I could feel except for the tears rolling down my cheeks and the freeze that was now killing me inch by inch. I stared at the big screen while my thoughts drifted away; I couldn’t find the right words to describe how I felt that moment. Images of another girl and my Baby deeply in love with each other flashed in my head. And all this time, I was sharing Michael with someone else… That all this time, there was another woman whom he had his right arm around… The tears were all coming out now. I know people around me were already staring, but I was no longer thinking rational. Emptiness devoured me that instant… From a distance I noticed a familiar face walking up the stairs towards my seat. I cleared my throat, cleaned my face, and took several deep breaths. Michael was on his way to our seats at the center bunk.

"I love you, Baby!" Michael kissed me on the nose.

"Sensha na! Tagal ko noh! Dami kasi nakapila dun sa binilhan ko Sensha na, sensha na…" He put down the plastic bags and held my hand tight. He kissed me softly on the lips and whispered passionately, "I love you Shayne! I love you Baby ko…"

I didn’t have the strength to answer back. He went on. 

"Oo nga pala, simula bukas, may fieldwork kami. Baka next week na ang balik ko. Hindi ko pa sure kung saan yung site, so baka walang signal dun. But I’ll try texting you whenever I can, ok? I love you, Baby ko!"

I wanted to shout at him, scream at the top of my lungs, but no sound came out. I couldn’t make myself say anything. I turned mute… my body was as numb as ever.

"O? Wala na naman bang I love you too dyan? Dapat lagi kang nag-I-I love you too!" He laughed. 

I felt something vibrating on my lap again. It was Michael’s phone - another text message. Michael saw it blinking and immediately read the message at a distance. But I was able to read what it said:

Kelan ka pa natuto mgtext in small letters? (smiley face) tsaka baket honey na ang twag mo sakin? Hindi na ba love? Bago na ba? (smiley face)

There was a long, long awkward pause. I thought the world has just stopped revolving. My lips were sealed and the tears were already flowing freely ; I could no longer control them. Michael looked straight at me, with his jaw half open. His eyes were round and bigger than usual, full of questions and fear. We just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. I felt the whole world sink and disappear, leaving only the two of us alone in the dark. After a few seconds of silence that felt like forever, I swallowed the big lump in my throat with all my strength and bitterly whispered…

I love you too, baby ko..

Curtain Rods

On the first day, she sadly packed her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things..

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining-room table, by candle-light; she put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar,and a bottle of spring-water.

When she'd finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimps dipped in caviar into the hollow centre of the curtain rods.

She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

On the fourth day, the husband came back with his new girlfriend, and at first all was bliss.

Then, slowly, the house began to smell.

They tried everything; cleaning, mopping, and airing-out the place.

Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned.

Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which time the two had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked!

People stopped coming over to visit.
Repairmen refused to work in the house.
The maid quit.

Finally, they couldn't take the stench any longer, and decided they had to move, but a month later - even though they'd cut their price in half - they couldn't find a buyer for such a stinky house.

Word got out, and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, unable to wait any longer for a purchaser, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

Then the ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for having the house.

Knowing she could have no idea how bad the smell really was, he agreed on a price that was only 1/10th of what the house had been worth ... but only if she would sign the papers that very day.

She agreed, and within two hours his lawyers delivered the completed paperwork.

A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home ....

.. and to spite the ex-wife, they even took the the curtain rods!

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What provokes cheating..

Cheating happens when you start looking for what you dont have. 

Somewhere along the way, you will meet someone who will be more charming or sensitive than the one you're already with., more sexy. more thoughtful. wealthier. better in bed. and you will meet someone who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your boyfriend/girlfriend ever did. because no boyfriend/girlfriend is perfect. because your boyfriend/girlfriend will only have 90 percent of what youre looking for. So, cheating happens when you look for the missing 10 percent. 

Lets say your girlfriend is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty girl next-door who has a cheerleader laugh no matter what she says: I broke my arm yesterday, ha ha ha... Or because your girlfriend is a couch potato who is always in pajamas and smelling of garlic and cooking oil, you may fall for the CK-One-smelling colleague who comes to work in a sharp pinstripe blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt. Or because your boyfriend is the type who never shuts up even when youve tried using duct tape, your heart may skip a beat when you sit next to a brooding, mysterious Latino on the bus.

But wait! Thats only 10 percent of what you dont have. Dont throw away the 90 percent that you already do! add to the 90 percent the 100 percent that represents all the years that you have been with each other. The storms you have weathered together. The many adjustments you have made to better understand each others little quirks and idiosyncracies. The wealth of memories that you have accumulated as lovers. The old sparks that can always be rekindled by the walk on the beach, barefoot and underneath the stars...

Cheating happens when you start looking for what you dont have. But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already do.

copied from id://kayte

Check

Unexpectedly you came. Indifferent and clueless but you had the aura of complexity. I didnt bother to recognize the beauty that was innate in you for it was just one of those senseless conversations for me. We were both minding our own pointless existence. As the witty exchange of words drew us together, it suddenly occurred to me that this was different. You were different. I instantly noticed how amazingly smart you were. That and more. I was the black pawn. You were the white knight. We were always on the same board but we never had our squares aligned. While I was busy protecting, shielding my own realm, you were having your own share of victorious moments. I took my steps one square at a time, constantly being aware of the threat that haunted me for years. Your valor radiated from within while your horse galloped. Your mere presence was too overwhelming for me not to notice. 

You were my metaphor. 

Your vagueness was intriguing me. 

For some strange reason it was as if I understood every crap you've been telling me. I just refused to acknowledge the fact that they were affecting me this much. I was trying desperately hard to resist being dragged any further into this but the scent of paranoia that once lingered in my whole being seemed to have faded. 

It had its toll. 

You had me. 

We both knew that we could not justify the mediocrity of it all. You once told me that caring for someone over SMS was hypocrisy. Still you said you meant those words that you blurted out that one midnight when I was about to hit the sack. How ironic. I had doubts about its sincerity, though. I told you that. You didnt argue. You just understood. 

I was confused thats why I just had to draw the line. I didnt want to hold on to something that was not even there. You assured me that it was there, constantly hovering over my open palm. Somehow I just couldn't grasp it. Maybe because I was just trying hard to get a grip of it for I feared that it might go away. I realized that I wasn't letting it have a chance to calmly rest on my palm. I know you were just taking your time. Youve been doing that from the start. You would never know how much I appreciated you for that. You were just probably as scared as I was. Not even half I bet, for now you have everything to lose. 

Im nearing the end of the chessboard. Soon I'll be transformed into a queen. I dont know how to rule. This whole sense of sovereignty and royalty is far too profound for me to comprehend. 

Give me reasons to trust you. 

Tell me you'll guard me with all your heart. 

Tell me you'll erase the fear that I've been having of falling in love. 

Assure me that you're the one I've been longing for and I'll forever be yours. 

Check. Your move

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Filipino family forgets baby at Canadian airport

Filipino immigrant family’s first day in Canada
OTTAWA (AFP)
Tickets, check. Passports, check. Luggage, check. Baby … oops.

A family boarded a flight on Monday in westernmost Canada, and forgot their tot at the Vancouver international airport, media said today.

The 23-month-old boy’s family had just arrived in Canada from the Philippines, but they were forced to repack their overweight bags before catching a connecting flight to Winnipeg, causing them to run late.

In their sprint to the gate, the family became separated.


The boy’s father Jun Parreno, told local media he had thought his son was with his wife and the boy’s grandparents, who ran ahead. They thought the boy was with his dad.

On the plane, the family members were seated separately and so did not immediately realise they had left the child behind.

Some time later, a security guard found the boy, who speaks no English, wandering near the departure gate, and Air Canada officials tracked down his shocked parents on the flight.

Because the boy was so young, he was not issued a boarding pass and would have sat on a parent’s lap during the flight, so airline personnel did not notice a passenger was missing.

According to the Vancouver Sun, airport security found a Tagalog-speaking Air Canada agent who looked after the child while his father flew 2,300km back to Vancouver to pick him up and then return to Winnipeg to rejoin the immigrant family on their first day in Canada.

The baby was kept in Air Canada’s offices and staff found him some toys, said local media.

“Air Canada took good care of him,” Parreno told the daily Winnipeg Free Press upon arrival. “I’m grateful.”

Almost..

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.

Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, , divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, Nick, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.

I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

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

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

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

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.


Story copied from: clark1181

How to get over your Ex..

Alright, I just can't stop myself from blogging about this, so bear with me. hehehhe

Lastnight, my tita/cousin twinkle (twinkxzy) posted pictures of their recent trip with the pastors at bukidnon at aluba - high ridge.. Unexpectedly, I saw a picture of my ex and his new girl (?) there and was a bit shocked and even shocked of my own reaction.

It has been almost a decade since we broke up - 8 years to be exact. We were together for about
4 years and he broke up with me for the reason that he wants to obey his parents na. After 4 years of hiding and romeo and juliet scenario and all, he just gave me that reason to let go. I didn't want to and he said he didn't want to either and to forget about everything that he just said, so I thought then everything was okay.. But sadly that was our last meet up, last kiss, and hug, and last i love you. I went crazy and all, started to drink, smoke, party, guys here and there just to compensate and feel love again, but I think these stuffs never really helped.

There came a time that I realized it wasn't helping and was only ruining myself even more. But those times that I felt it's over, he shows up or sometimes he calls and says he wants to see me, and I would just go there and forget every suffering and hurt that I've just went thru. When I had the relationship with my baby's father, he even was there to bug me and I would just give
in. I would even make up an excuse to my current boyfriend just to have coffee with him. haha.
I know what you're thinking, I'm crazy. It took me some time to realize how unfair it was to be there for him when he needs me and when it's my turn to text him and ask him if we could meet, he'd just find some excuse not to be able to. 

I just kept distance, I stopped going to church for the reason that I'll see him there, I kept distance from the places I knew he would be and eventually I felt like it was all gone and that it's part of my history. I even prayed and begged God a couple of times already that if we aren't meant to be, to just take away the feelings coz sometimes it's bothering me. So again, I thought my feelings for him has long been gone but alas! i see a picture of him and here we go again..I am not saying that I want him real bad, It's the feeling of kilig and all that. I even felt good that he asked about me thru my sister? hahah. Am I making sense? I don't understand myself either.. hehehe

So how do we really get over our Ex? Can anyone help me with this? any first hand advices?

I've googled about this and found some nice articles that I would wanna try if it works and maybe I'll blog about something like i'm over him next time. hehehe.

Here's the link: http://www.articlesbase.com/dating-articles/how-to-get-over-your-ex-20231.html

Oh the glory of Your presence..

"Oh the glory of Your presence" is a contemporary Christian song sung and written by Steve Fry on 1983.

I am blogging about this song because I got stressed with my sister who was nagging and complaining about their issue the whole night and asked me what I think was the right lyrics for the song. Some of her friends also had the same problem that night because of this certain controversy at church about it's lyrics, specifically the chorus of the song which starts with.. "Come and rise.."

The problem is, one elder of the church specifically said it's "Come and rise TO Your rest" coz she heard the "original" girl who sang the song. Some of the members of the music group and my sister, who's incharge of the slides for the lyrics, contradicted with the said line coz for them it didn't make sense and it was on the old acetates that it said FROM there and that became the issue..

Eversince I was a kid, I remember singing this song a couple of times and everytime I blurt out the lyrics, now, it automatically says FROM on that portion, so I think, eversince then, that has been the lyrics that we used at church.

I have recorded the original song of Steve Fry, and converted it to mp3, sung 1983 and it even said FROM there, correct me if i'm wrong.. here's the song:


I have googled and yahooed alot of possible keywords for the right lyrics and came up with 3 possible lyrics for the line:

- Come and rise FOR Your rest - (Ron Kenoly sang this on the first chorus but changed it to from at the succeeding chorus.)
- Come and rise TO Your rest
- Come and rise FROM Your rest

Lastly, I decided to email Steve Fry himself and his wife Nancy Fry emailed back to clear up the said lyrics confusion.. Here's her reply to my email with that:

Dear Rosanna,

I¹m writing in response to your note regarding the line in the song Oh the Glory of your presence. Thanks so much for writing I hope we can clear this up for you. 

First of all the line should be sung ³Arise to Your Rest². Apparently when the original musical came out the book was printed incorrectly and it have been sung incorrectly ever since and several people have noticed the difference. The scripture Steve used to back up ³arise to Your rest² is taken from Solomon¹s prayer in II Chronicles, chapter 6, verse 41. Solomon is praying to the Lord and asks that His eyes be open and His ears attentive to the prayers offered up to Him to arise and come to the resting place of the Ark of the Covenant (See I Chron. 28:2)
The whole issue of God¹s rest is questioned at times. Some theorize that ever since He created the world He has been ³resting²-that we are in the 7th day (Gen. 2:2-3) and are encouraged to ³enter into God¹s rest². Now this is just my own personal thought here, But I believe that as we praise the Lord, He is blessed by that praise He inhabits that praise; and maybe it¹s like when we get so excited we can¹t keep still may He just can¹t keep still
anymore either. We ask Him to arise and join us in celebration of that place of rest that He is already in and we entering into. Rest doesn¹t mean ³sitting² it¹s a place of peace and joy. Again, this paragraph is just my own personal ³considerations² given to you for FREE.
I trust that the change of wording and the scriptures will help you and that you can sing the song with great joy in knowing the main emphasis of the song is to Glory in His Presence!

Grace and Peace,
Nancy Fry


I have the scanned original music and notes sent by Nancy Fry herself on my computer for references.

If it was me to decipher this problem, it's their pride that's coming in the way. Both parties don't want to accept defeat or be shamed. That's one trait everyone should have, to accept defeat that is, coz we aren't right all the time and no one knows everything except God.. So you guys decide who's wrong and right and what's the right lyrics..hehehe Hope this helps to clear your issues. :)

What Rosanna Lim means..

What Rosanna Lim Means

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

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Before sleeping..

Seth and I say a short prayer before we go to bed at night and when we wake up in the moning.. I recorded one of our prayer sessions..He couldn't pronounce all the words but he knows what's next.. hehe here it is below:

Woman sat on BF's toilet for 2 years

By ROXANA HEGEMAN, Associated Press Writer
Wed Mar 12, 7:27 PM ET

WICHITA, Kan. - Authorities are considering charges in the bizarre case of a woman who sat on her boyfriend's toilet for two years — so long that her body was stuck to the seat by the time the boyfriend finally called police.

Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple said it appeared the 35-year-old Ness City woman's skin had grown around the seat. She initially refused emergency medical services but was finally convinced by responders and her boyfriend that she needed to be checked out at a hospital.

"We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital," Whipple said. "The hospital removed it."

Whipple said investigators planned to present their report Wednesday to the county attorney, who will determine whether any charges should be filed against the woman's 36-year-old boyfriend.

"She was not glued. She was not tied. She was just physically stuck by her body," Whipple said. "It is hard to imagine. ... I still have a hard time imagining it myself."

He told investigators he brought his girlfriend food and water, and asked her every day to come out of the bathroom.

"And her reply would be, `Maybe tomorrow,'" Whipple said. "According to him, she did not want to leave the bathroom."

The boyfriend called police on Feb. 27 to report that "there was something wrong with his girlfriend," Whipple said, adding that he never explained why it took him two years to call.

Police found the clothed woman sitting on the toilet, her sweat pants down to her mid-thigh. She was "somewhat disoriented," and her legs looked like they had atrophied, Whipple said.

"She said that she didn't need any help, that she was OK and did not want to leave," he said.

She was reported in fair condition at a hospital in Wichita, about 150 miles southeast of Ness City. Whipple said she has refused to cooperate with medical providers or law enforcement investigators.

Authorities said they did not know if she was mentally or physically disabled.

Police have declined to release the couple's names, but the house where authorities say the incident happened is listed in public records as the residence of Kory McFarren. No one answered his home phone number.

The case has been the buzz of Ness City, said James Ellis, a neighbor.

"I don't think anybody can make any sense out of it," he said.

Ellis said he had known the woman since she was a child but that he had not seen her for at least six years.

He said she had a tough childhood after her mother died at a young age and apparently was usually kept inside the house as she grew up. At one time the woman worked for a long-term care facility, he said, but he did not know what kind of work she did there.

"It really doesn't surprise me," Ellis said. "What surprises me is somebody wasn't called in a bit earlier."

read from: benzdiaz
original story from: yahoo news

Believe and you will be blessed.

Believe and you will be blessed.

The problem with many of us is that we don't believe that God will open a window and pour out blessings that we won't have room to receive them. I dare anyone to try God. He is true to His word. God cannot lie and His promises are sure.

Three things will happen to you this coming week:

(1) You will find favour with someone you don't expect;
(2) You will be too relevant to be ignored;
(3) You will encounter God and you will never remain the same again.

My prayer for you today: The eyes beholding this message shall not behold evil, the hands that will send this message to others shall not labor in vain, the mouth saying, Amen to this prayer shall laugh forever. Remain in God's love as you send this prayer to everybody on your list. Have a lovely journey of life! Trust in the Lord with all your heart and He will never fail you because He is AWESOME!

If you truly need a blessing, continue reading..

Heavenly Father, most Gracious and Loving God, I pray to you that you abundantly bless my family and me. I know that you recognize, that a family is more than just a mother, father, sister, brother, husband and wife, but all who believe and trust in you. Father, I send up a prayer request for blessings for not only the person who sent this to me, but for me and all that I have forwarded this message on to. And that the power of joined prayer by those who believe and trust in you is more powerful than anything. I thank you in advance for your blessings.

Father God, deliver the person reading this right now from debt and debt's burdens. Release your Godly wisdom that I may be a good steward over all that You have given me Father, for I know how wonderful and mighty you are and how if we just obey you and walk In your word and have the faith of a mustard seed that you will pour out blessings. I thank you now Lord for
the recent blessings I have received and for the blessings yet to come because I know you are not done with me yet. In Jesus' name, I pray.

Amen.

Back in 1986..

There was one time in year 1986, my parents and older sister pilarmarielim was strolling around gaisano city. You know how kids would want to let go of the hand of the parent or guardian and think they know what their doing but they don't.. So anyway, dad told us that, back then my sister insisted to let go of his hand, so he did. He then hid from her, but seeing where she would go, just to see what her reaction would be. A few minutes later she was worried where my parents were coz they were not within her view. Then she started crying and realized she wasn't ready yet so dad came back and explained to her why she was holding her tight.

Then my dad thought, if the case was different, if it wasn't intentional that we're lost, how would we answer the one asking us.. So he made up this script and taught us the most usual questions to be asked by strangers who would find us incase we get lost.

We have been trying to figure out how to transfer this 22 year old tape, containing all our audio/voice recordings since we started talking, to a cd for years now and just yesterday did I find the solution (or had the time to find it)
and immediately grabbed it from the tape.

Here goes our voice recordings since 1981 on mp3 format. Enjoy :)

This is my older sister pilar at 8-11months. The people at the background is my grandfather, my great grandmother and my dad..



This is me when I was a baby (1983) together with my parents and my older sister..



This is my interview training with my dad at age 2..



This time, a very confident me at almost 3..



My older sister, Pilar's interview training at age 5..



My younger sister, Joy's (miyahmayah), interview training at age 2.




Our talents back then..

Me and my dad having a duet with the song "Si Felimon"..



Lastly.. sister act.. me and my older sister pilar sing "Amen, Praise the Lord"..

Dick Hoyt, a real hero

(courtesy of Sports Illustrated)

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life. This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''

"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''

That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.

``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''

If you think life's unfair...

If you think life's unfair.. Be thankful that's all you're worrying about. Open your eyes and be thankful for having just the basics in life, limbs, love, food and the wonderfull air to breath!

This video is about Nick Vujicic - who was born without arms and legs.


Here's another video of him which I couldn't upload at youtube because of it's video length, it got rejected. http://sanasanz.multiply.com/video/item/48/Nick_Vujicic_Preaching