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« Reply #1650 on: June 03, 2008, 08:19:08 PM » |
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DD, nga pala dd inform lang kita kaninang umaga andon pa yung antenna nmen sa taas ng bubong nawala raw nung pinatay na yung TV nung coffee prince tas hindi nmen namalayan..... pinuntahan lang ni papa sa bubong knina tas wala na..... kaya pala nung binuksan nmen nung oras na ng balita eh malabo na... un lang dd  xoxo -showbees- |
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"It is possible to store the mind with a million facts and still be entirely uneducated."
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« Reply #1651 on: June 03, 2008, 09:50:28 PM » |
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DEAR DD,,
Share ko lang ito sa'yo...
Sana may mapulot ang bawat makabasa nito..
This tells of a simplicity that leads to peace and serenity and that helps us to put everything in proper perspective. Please read it to the end and, by that time, you, too, will have experienced a shift in your attitude and perspective about the life...the gift...you are living.
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...'
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.
He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.
He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and- cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied.
He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure..
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. Now, just send this to some people whom you know. You are offering them a gift in so doing. They may be needing the words of this story at this very moment. Prayer is the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but lots of rewards
FRIENDS ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY
DILAW
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walang basagan ng trip...wala akong pakialam sayo kaya wag mo akong pakialaman...
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« Reply #1652 on: June 04, 2008, 06:19:49 AM » |
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dear diary
hindi na ako manggugulo...h hahhhaha trying to be good na,...kahit pasaway ako pero nakikinig din naman ako sa pakiusap ng iba., besides ayoko ma lock ang deedee wawa naman.
isa lang masasabi ko, be good to me and i will be good to you...
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TOUGH TIMES NEVER LAST, BUT TOUGH PEOPLE DO.
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« Reply #1653 on: June 04, 2008, 09:13:03 AM » |
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dear diary,
oakisabi kay jessa na na miss ko siyang talaga...
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TOUGH TIMES NEVER LAST, BUT TOUGH PEOPLE DO.
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« Reply #1654 on: June 04, 2008, 09:22:45 AM » |
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dear diary
di na mainit ulo ko ngayon...mabai t na ako ngayon ...
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TOUGH TIMES NEVER LAST, BUT TOUGH PEOPLE DO.
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« Reply #1655 on: June 04, 2008, 01:23:54 PM » |
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Dear D, grabe nitong mga nagdaang araw, sobrang dami ng trabaho ko, ganyan ba pag ipopromote?  mnsan naiyak na ako sa sobrang dami.. nwayz, maligaya ako na nkabalik na si ms. pearl... sana hindi na cya mawawala. (ket, nawala ba cya?)  ngayon lang ako nag-BR, may bangayan pala d2..... dito na lang muna, may gagawin pa ako.. -lady I- |
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« Reply #1656 on: June 04, 2008, 01:32:14 PM » |
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walang basagan ng trip...wala akong pakialam sayo kaya wag mo akong pakialaman...
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« Reply #1657 on: June 04, 2008, 01:47:35 PM » |
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dear diary,
deeeedeeee patambay muna
papark lang ...
padaan..
pakiss...
pahug...
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-winds
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« Reply #1658 on: June 04, 2008, 02:07:07 PM » |
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walang basagan ng trip...wala akong pakialam sayo kaya wag mo akong pakialaman...
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« Reply #1659 on: June 04, 2008, 02:19:05 PM » |
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Dear Diary,
pakisabi kay Ms. Pearl na sobrang miss ko rin cya...
lady I
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« Reply #1660 on: June 04, 2008, 02:34:32 PM » |
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dear diary, naks naman deeedeee minsan talaga deeedeeee merong matigas ung sintigas ng bato ang mukha  h s m -winds |
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« Reply #1661 on: June 04, 2008, 02:41:59 PM » |
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dear diary nakakairita yung mga makakapal ang mukha yun bang mga walang kahihiyan yung mga taong ipinagyayabang pa ang kanilang kabalastugang ginawa at pag umakto akala mo sinong mga inosenteng ganyan na siguro uso ngayon sana man lang mapansin ng mga bossing ang mga tao sa paligid namin nang mabigyan nya ng karampatang aksyon nakakawalang gana kase pati yung kasamahan ko dito sa ofis nawalan na rin ng gana |
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walang basagan ng trip...wala akong pakialam sayo kaya wag mo akong pakialaman...
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« Reply #1662 on: June 04, 2008, 03:36:21 PM » |
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dear diary nakakatawa tong nasa harap ko ops! may bossing  |
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walang basagan ng trip...wala akong pakialam sayo kaya wag mo akong pakialaman...
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« Reply #1663 on: June 04, 2008, 04:00:00 PM » |
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dear diary, di po ba, yellow means cowardice. sa akin lang, kung me tapang,dtapat ang pangalan man lang na gamitin e pula....
tsaka dapat po hindi nagpapalit ng UN. Kasi mas lalo lang naman gugulo kung me magkukunwari na namang bago.....
PEP IS TOO SMALL A PLACE TO BE A WAR ZONE.... GIVE PEACE A CHANCE....
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It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words tonight
Thank you for loving me
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« Reply #1664 on: June 04, 2008, 04:08:54 PM » |
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I will not warn those people again na mag/nag aaway dito o kaya nagpaparinigan, to be more specific.
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