"till death do us part...."
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Posted:Oct 29, 2006 11:57 pm
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June 3, 1964 when my Dad and Mom was united in marriage.. Theirs was truly the "till death do us part"... They were two people so much inlove with one another that till their death, love became stronger... 1997 when Dad was taken from us to live with God... Mom got very lonely and weaken day by day... From the voluptous woman that she was, she became a fragile looking woman... She indulged herself to school works... I used to tease her then as "the most efficient teacher I ever known..." to keep her mind away meantime from Dad's memories that's why her busy life then... Indeed man make money and become wealthy and then use that money to keep healthy... but to no avail for Mom...
November 8, 2001, we celebrated Dad's birthday in the hospital because Mom was then ailing... on the night of November 8, Dad came and visited her and she became very happy and I heard her babbling... "Please Daddy take me with you... I miss you so much and I want to live with you forever this time..." in the early dawn of November 9, 2001 Mom got into coma and never woke up until her last breath at exactly 6:00 pm of November 10, 2001...Mom had the most beautiful smile at that very moment. It was painful to have lost both of them but I was very happy for the two of them... Because I know then Dad and Mom at last was reunited and now live together again... forever...
Daddy... Mommy... I miss you so much...
Dinah
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HAPPY LOVE DAY EVERYONE!!!!!
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Posted:Feb 14, 2006 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2007 1:27 am 2735 Views
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Today we commemorate the person who have shown us how to express our feeling to anyone who made a meaning in our lives especially expressing love freely and writing simple memorable thoughts especially for his beloved... He is St. Valentine... Today is also the day to thank God for giving us this feeling we all call LOVE...
Love is the reason why we are living... it is the reason too why some died for... it is the reason for the population explosion... Love is life and life is love...
HAPPY LOVE DAY EVERYONE!!!!!  
Dinah
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Christmas Holiday!
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Posted:Dec 19, 2005 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2587 Views
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A friend have posted an offline message to me today.. first he was greeting me "Merry christmas" and his message went on asking me how do i look at christmas these days... He said, as for him, it has become too materialistic these days... I of course agree with him... indeed it has been too materialistic and may get even more...
I started relaying to him my plans on Christmas day... I will like to spend it with my and josan25 with a cozy dinner specially prepared by me and shared by josan25 of course... a candlelit dinner with spaghetti and pizza pie ala "madine" with sparkling wine to down it all... what matters most is the love and happiness of being together...
Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!!
God bless everyone!
Always,
Dinah
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Christmas Holiday!
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Posted:Dec 19, 2005 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2425 Views
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A friend have posted an offline message to me today.. first he was greeting me "Merry christmas" and his message went on asking me how do i look at christmas these days... He said as for him, it has become too materialistic these days... I of course agree with him... indeed it has been too materialistic and may even get more...
I started relaying to this friend of my plans on Christmas day... I will like to spend it with my and josan25 with a cozy dinner specially prepared by me and shared by josan25 of course... a candlelit dinner with spaghetti and pizza pie ala "madine style"  with sparkling wine to down it all... what matters most is the happiness of being together and the love we share...
Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!!
God bless everyone!
Always,
Dinah
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Tell Them...
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Posted:Nov 30, 2005 3:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2554 Views
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Hi there friends!!!!!! Once again i found this short story i thought sharing with you... I loved the story and I hope you will too...
Here goes the story:
Some 14 years ago, I stood watching my university students file into
the classroom for our opening session in the theology of faith. That
was the day I first saw Tommy. He was combing his hair, which hung six
inches below his shoulders. My quick judgment wrote him off as strange
- very strange.
Tommy turned out to be my biggest challenge. He constantly objected to
or smirked at the possibility of an unconditionally loving God. When he
turned in his final exam at the end of the course, he asked in a
slightly cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
"No," I said emphatically.
"Oh," he responded. "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the door and then called out. "I don't
think you'll ever find him, but I am certain he will find you." Tommy
shrugged and left. I felt slightly disappointed that he had missed my
clever line.
Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was grateful for that.
Then came a sad report: Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could
search him out, he came to me. When he walked into my office, his body
was badly wasted, and his long hair had fallen out because of
chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice, for the first
time, was firm.
"Tommy! I've thought about you so often. I heard you were very sick," I
blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it?"
"Sure. What would you like to know?"
"What's it like to be only 24 and know that you're dying?"
"It could be worse," he told me, "like being 50 and thinking that
drinking booze, seducing women and making money are the real 'biggies'
in life." Then he told me why he had come.
"It was something you said to me on the last day of class. I asked if
you thought I would ever find God and you said no, which surprised me.
Then you said, 'But he will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even
though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it
was malignant, I got serious about locating God. And when the
malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging against
the bronze doors of heaven. But nothing happened. Well, one day I woke
up, and instead of my desperate attempts to get some kind of message, I
just quit. I decided I didn't really care about God, an afterlife, or
anything like that.
"I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more
important.
I thought about you and something else you had said: 'The essential
sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost
equally sad to leave this world without ever telling those you loved
that you loved them.' So I began with the hardest one: my dad."
Tommy's father had been reading the newspaper when his approached
him.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean, it's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that."
Tommy smiled at me as he recounted the moment. "The newspaper fluttered
to the floor. Then my father did two things I couldn't remember him
doing before. He cried and he hugged me. And we talked all night, even
though he had to go to work the next morning.
"It was easier with my mother and little brother," Tommy continued.
"They cried with me, and we hugged one another, and shared the things
we had been keeping secret for so long. Here I was, in the shadow of
death, and I was just beginning to open up to all the people I had
actually been close to.
"Then one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me
when I pleaded with him. Apparently he does things in his own way and
at his own hour. The important thing is that you were right. He found
me even after I stopped looking for him."
"Tommy," I added, "could I ask you a favor? Would you come to my
theology-of-faith course and tell my students what you told me?"
Though we scheduled a date, he never made it. Of course, his life was
not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step
from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye
of humanity has ever seen or the mind ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time. "I'm not going to make it to
your class," he said.
"I know, Tommy."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you . . . tell the whole world for
me?" "I will, Tommy. I'll tell them."
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Sound of One Heart Breaking....
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Posted:Oct 5, 2005 9:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2638 Views
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Hello to all my FFF friends! Its been quite a while since i last posted a blog. Thank you for those who have read my blogs and I would like to welcome comments and critiquing because I believe I am still a neophyte in writing.... Here am I again posting a wonderful experience to share with you.. I hope you will like this one as you have liked my previous ones... This piece is a borrowed one but I felt like sharing it to everyone to read it... I would like to share to you my blessings  ...
THE SOUND OF ONE HEART BREAKING
by Karen Kunawicz
Ever come across this zen koan that JD Salinger used in one of his books?
You know, the one that asks what is the sound of one hand clapping. I don't know the answer to that one. But ask me what's the sound of one heart breaking and I might have an answer.
Welcome to the dark side of love.
What is the sound of one heart breaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night, the sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin, it's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring, the sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat, it's the whispers of the toy animals she gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you, the sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye," it's the soundtrack of memories torturing you, it's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time, it's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink, it's the unrelenting, plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop, the sound of all the doors in the world shutting and closing in your face at the same time, of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you, the sound of your voice as it screams back at you, the echo of "I love you" burning holes in you, the sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves at the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind, of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "SOS-to-the-world," the cracking of the brittle black-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses she gave, the sound of the music she used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor, the caress of sharpened kitchen knives on skin, the sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear. It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there, of winged creatures dying and falling on a city pavement, of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness, it's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company, it's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding. Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery. No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you.
I still believe in paradise, but now at least I know it is not some place that you can look for because it is not where you go...
It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you are a part of something. And if you find that moment, it lasts forever.
- The Beach
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The Value of A Woman...
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Posted:Jul 31, 2005 10:13 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2006 6:59 pm 2609 Views
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"Be very careful if you make a woman cry,bcoz GOD counts her tears. The woman came about of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior,but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected,and next to the heart to be loved."
Tell her how you admire her. Always tell her you love her at all times. When she's upset hold her tight. Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with. Play with her hair, pick her up, tickle her and wrestle with her, just talk to her. Tell her jokes bring her flowers just because. Hold her hand and run.. just hold her hand.
Throw pebbles at her window at night and let her fall asleep in your arms. Sing to her no matter how awful you sound. Get her mad at you, then kiss her. Give her piggy back rides..push her on swings. Tell her she looks beautiful. When she's sad stay on the phone with her, even if she's not saying anything. Look into her eyes and smile. kiss her on her forehead. Slow dance with her even if there is no music. Kiss her in the rain and when youf all in love with her... TELL HER YOU LOVE HER
Dedicated to all the men I have loved and loved me daw before.. may you love and cherish the woman you have in your life with sincerity... I forgive you.. God bless you All.
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A Perfect Heart
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Posted:Jun 14, 2005 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2646 Views
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Good day everyone... here i am sharing to you all whoever gonna read this piece... Thought of the heart to ponder... I hope you will all like it.. This was sent to me by a dear friend and i thought I like to share this to everyone for you to be able to assess how your hearts have been doing lately... Enjoy reading...
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One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming
that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd
gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was
not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and
boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man
appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as
beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's
heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where
pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit
quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places
there were deep gouges where whole pieces were
missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they
thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state
and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with
mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never
trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and
often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty
place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough
edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges --
giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they
stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I
hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now
do you see what true beauty
is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling
hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then
took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in
the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some
jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but
more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into
his. They embraced and walked away side by side.
PRAYER
"Lord, your love brings freedom and pardon. Fill me with your Holy Spirit and set my heart free that nothing may make me lose my temper,
ruffle my peace, take away my joy, nor make me bitter towards anyone"
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The Boy and his Best Friend...
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Posted:Jun 2, 2005 6:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2668 Views
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Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who
would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged
lains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly
driving to and from.
Once passed this highway, the boy would take a short cut by passing by the
Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his,
"magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched by
a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning,
Kamusta Andoy! Papasok ka na?"
"Opo padre ... " he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be
touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.
"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass
through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the
road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."
"Thank you father ..."
"Why don't you go home ... do you stay in this church right after school?"
"I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, God," and the priest would leave the
boy to spend time beside the altar, talking by
himself, but he was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has
to say to his heavenly FATHER.
"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although
my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and drank my
water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker. Thank you
for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I
gave my last cracker to him . .. funny but I am not that hungry!
Look, this is my last pair of slippers ... I may have to walk barefooted
next week you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay ....at least
I am still going to school.... some say we will have a hard season this
month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school ...
please help them get to school again, please God
Oh, you know, Inay had hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain
will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want to see my
bruises? I know you can heal them .....here... here and .... oh ...blood ...I guess you knew about this one huh?
Please don't be mad at Inay,she is just tired and she worries for the food
in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us ....
Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her
name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you
>will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you
are >my very best friend!
Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you excited?
I am! wait till you see, I have a gift for you .... but it is a surprise!
I >hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ...." then he stood up and
calls out ,
"Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend ... you can accompany
me to the other side of the road now"
This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares
this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very
pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.
On Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the
Church, he was sent to the hospital. The church was left to 4 manangs who
>would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would
always find fault in what you do, they are also very well versed in cursing if
you irritate them!
They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming
from his Christmas party, playfully dashed in.
"Hello God!"
"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"
Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to
help >me cross the street .... and to be able to cross the street I will have to
pass by the back door of this church ....not only that, I have to greet
Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here...."
Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled
his shirt and threw him out of the church.
"Susmaryosep!!! (does a sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka,
kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!
So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of
the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.
There was a blind curve. The boy was!
protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so
little time.
Andoy died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor
boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ... Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall
man in pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with
eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying.
Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,
"Excuse me sir, are you related to this ? Do you know this ?"
The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, lifted up and answered,
"He was my bestfriend .... " was all he said.
He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy,
and placed it near His heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they
both disappeared in sight. The crowd was curious ...
On Christmas Eve,
Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and
>wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of
Andoy "How did you know that your died?"
"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. "What did he say? "
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was
mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely at our 's death,
as if he knew our very well. But there was something peaceful and
unexplainable about him. He gave me my , and then he smiled peacefully.
He rubbed my 's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead,
then he whispered something...".
"What did he say?"
He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift ...I will
see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father of the boy
continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried,
but I do not know why.... all I know is I cried in tears of joy ... I could
not explain it,
Father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over
me, I felt a deep sense of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in
my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now but... tell me, Father, who is
This man that my talks to everyday in your church, you should know
because you are always there ...except on the time of his death ..."
Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling
knees, he murmurred, " ... He was talking to no one ..... but.... GOD...."
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Right and Wrong
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Posted:Apr 6, 2005 6:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 2595 Views
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Right and Wrong
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A Sunday school teacher was teaching her class about the
difference between right and wrong. "All right ,
let's take another example," she said. "If I were to get
into a man's pocket and take his billfold with all his money,
what would I be?"
Little Johnny raises his hand, and with a confident smile he
blurts out,
"You'd be his wife!"
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