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Posted:Apr 15, 2014 7:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2014 2:35 pm 28726 Views
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ILOILO -- Hundreds of people lined up in a dark, muddy field to form a giant map of the Philippines on Monday, in a bid to set a new world record for the largest flaming image using candles.
The project by the Middle Way Meditation Institute in the central island of Panay seemed to be successful with Seyda Subasi-Gemici, a representative from Guinness World Records, saying that their 56,680 candles appeared to have topped the old record of 35,478 candles forming a company logo in Pakistan in December, 2009. The organisation will confirm the record at a later date.
The candle-lit map, along with a logo of the organizer and the motto "world peace through inner peace" came twinkling into formation despite heavy rain before the event discouraging many volunteers from taking part.
But the rain stopped in time, allowing enough people to participate in the most recent record-setting attempt in the Southeast Asian archipelago.
The candle map was intended "to promote inner peace, which is through meditation, so conflicts and misunderstanding will be reduced," said Nguyen Ha, a publicist for the organizers.
"That's why we hold these large-scale events to gather many people, to build an atmosphere of peace... based on the theme of light," the publicist added.
Setting new world records has become quite popular in the Philippines, with about 10,000 taking part in the largest human formation for the symbol of a woman last month and more than 3,000 signing up as organ donors in one place in February
Agence France-Presse
Posted at 04/15/2014 3:36 PM | Updated as of 04/15/2014 8:08 PM
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a True GirLfRIenD
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Posted:Apr 14, 2014 8:13 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 11:44 am 28589 Views
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A True Girlfriend
[ Follow her ]
When she stare's at your mouth
[ Kiss her ]
When she pushes you or hit's you
[ Grab her and dont let go ]
When she start's cursing at you
[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]
When she's quiet
[ Ask her whats wrong ]
When she ignore's you
[ Give her your attention ]
When she pull's away
[ Pull her back ]
When you see her at her worst
[ Tell her she's beautiful ]
When you see her start crying
[Just hold her and dont say a word ]
When you see her walking
[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]
When she's scared
[ Protect her ]
When she lay's her head on your shoulder
[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]
When she steal's your favorite hat
[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]
When she tease's you
[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]
When she doesnt answer for a long time
[ reassure her that everything is okay ]
When she look's at you with doubt
[ Back yourself up ]
When she say's that she like's you
[ she really does more than you could understand ]
When she grab's at your hands
[ Hold her's and play with her fingers ]
When she bump's into you
[ bump into her back and make her laugh ]
When she tell's you a secret
[ keep it safe and untold ]
When she looks at you in your eyes
[ dont look away until she does ]
When she misses you
[ she's hurting inside ]
When you break her heart
[ the pain never really goes away ]
When she says its over
[ she still wants you to be hers ]
When she repost this bulletin
[ she wants you to read it ]
- Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything.
- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go
- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her
- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you
- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her
- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up
- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.
- Tease her and let her tease you back.
- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.
- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.
- Give her the world.
- Let her wear your clothes.
- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.
- Let her know she's important.
- Kiss her in the pouring rain.
- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;
"Who's butt am I kicking babe?"
If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will :
Call you.
Kiss you.
Love you.
Text you.
Message you
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love letter...
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Posted:Apr 12, 2014 10:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2014 1:33 pm 28583 Views
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Here is a love letter from a boy to a girl, however, the girl's father does not like him and wants them to stop their relationship, and so, the boy wrote this letter to the girl, he knows the girl's father will definitely read this letter.
1. 'The great love that i have for you
2. Is gone, and i find my dislike for you
3. Grows every day. When i see you,
4. I don’t even like your face:
5. the one thing that i want to do is to
6. Look at other girls. I never wanted to
7.Marry you. Our last conversation
8. Was very boring and has not
9.Made me look forward to seeing you again
10. You think only of yourself
11. If we were married, I know that i would find
12. Life very difficult and I would have no
13. Pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14. To give, But it is not something that
15. I want to give to you. No one is more
16. Foolish and selfish than you and you are not
17. Able to care for me and help me
18. I sincerely want you to understand
19. I speak the truth; you will do me a favor
20. If you think this is the end. Do not try
21. To answer this. Your letters are full of
22. Things that do not interest me. You have no
23. True love for me. Good- Bye! Believe me,
24. I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25. Am still your boyfriend." So Bad!!
However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to “READ BETWEEN THE LINES", Meaning - only to read 1, 3, 5,7,9,11,13 (odd Nos.) So, please try reading it again! It’s so smart and sweet, it is better to laugh about your problems than to cry about them". Lots of love,
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non-verbal cues
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Posted:Apr 11, 2014 4:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2014 9:52 am 28798 Views
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There has been considerable research on how nonverbal cues, particularly those coming from the eyes, affects our behavior.
1. Eye-to-Eye Contact Causes Arousal.
2. The Eyes Will Tell You if a Smile is Real or Not.
3. Pupil Dilation is a Sign of Interest (and It Can Make You Sexy).
4. Mutual Gaze is a Sign of Love.
5. Eye Contact is a Valid Cue to Deception, But Not in the Way That You Think.
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tgif lafff: wanted: assasin
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Posted:Apr 11, 2014 3:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2014 8:18 am 28926 Views
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The CIA had an opening for an assassin.
After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were three finalists: two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances.
Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair.....kill her!!!
The man said “you can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife”.
The agent said “then you are not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home.
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.
The agent said, “ you don’t have what it takes, so take your wife and go home.
Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, and banging on the walls
After a few minutes, all was quiet.
The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping sweat from her brow.
“This gun is loaded with blanks”, she said. “I had to kill him with the chair."
  
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ice cream kayo dyan!!..repost
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Posted:Apr 10, 2014 8:36 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2014 4:49 am 32920 Views
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Ano pa ang sasarap sa halohalo sa summertime? SOMETHING TO COOL U DOWN! halo halo is when u mix sweetened fruits in season and u add crushed ice on top and topped with ube or leche flan and bathe with lots of milk...with ice cream toppings pls...... hmmm yummy yummy... sino ang oorder? order lang po kay sunshiny_f
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message board..in a hurry..:)):))
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Posted:Apr 10, 2014 8:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2014 3:41 am 28891 Views
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...been busy arranging my small stuffs here in my place. I made some disposed rectangular drawers 4x6x18 inches into shelves, stack together by 2's and by 4's and presto!! I got 3 shelves!
sorting out things..notebooks, bondpaper, folders, old books to send to the barrio school and to my nieces n nephews and grade schooler grandkids some notebooks to be recycled.
doing too some sewing of curtains from discarded cloths. It was fun and I love doing these things. Monday i will buy paint and paint the drawers. I will also call my sister to stay with me for a week so she can arrange her claim for her disability. she slipped at the bathroom where she worked and got some broken hip bones..( had healed already) but now she limps when she walk. I told her she is entitled to her disabilty pension from her social security.
My grandson GAbriel had his newborn screening( he is 3 months old) and he is positive to G6pd. I printed some materials for my about that disorder for her to read. It is good that newborn screening is being done in different hospitals .. more preventive. There are lots of food he is prohibited to take..
right now still busy arranging my small cozy place..The 1st set of books I gathered I sent to a barrio school..
ok now going back to work.. happy hugss and kissess and lovee.... bless you n take care..
summer summer!! have fun!!
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Ocean plastic soup..
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Posted:Apr 7, 2014 9:37 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 11:44 am 28329 Views
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While searching for the missing Malaysian airplane, investigators discovered the ocean of trash in the in the 5 big oceans of the world.. Debris are from smallest size to the biggest size like that of a 70-ft long containers whose description ranges from garbage to unfamiliar wastes which is termed as flotsam in the nautical field.
>>around 10,000 Big containers are lost by shipping companies and they don't bother to recover and leave them in the oceans drifting. I have watched Robert Redford's movie All is Lost and this was one problem presented in that movie/
>>>90% of the trash is made of plastic materials. Plastic pollutions and stay there for decades. These plastic trash harm marine plants and animals. These plastic trash can also damage ships, and now has become hindrance in search for the Malaysian plane survivors
There is already the existing famous Great Pacific Ocean “garbage patch" but these garbage were found at the edge of one of five “gyres” where ocean currents and the atmospheric circulation draws in waste like a magnet.
Charactersitics of GYres
1. slow moving currents because they are located in high pressure areas. The light winds and slow moving currents made the ocean like "a toilet that do not flush"(Moore)
2. gyres contain low quality durable goods like umbrella handles, forks and spoons and knives and straws
According to Eriksen,:“It’s almost like a department store washed ashore when you come into these gyres.”
The gyres and the garbage patches are continuously growing, so what can we do as bloggers of FFF?
This is a call for our 's future, and for our Mother Earth!
I for one will apply THE 4 R'S
REDUCE
REUSE
RECYCLE
REFUSE ...
In whatever way you can help pls love your . SAve the earth for them!
Bless our EARTH!
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The Girl with the Apples> story being made into a movie...
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Posted:Apr 6, 2014 9:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2014 7:12 am 28937 Views
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Please read this interesting story that is about to be made into a movie.The girl with the apples. A true story of survival from the Holocaust and the mysterious way that drew people together here in America after their lives had touched in the dark days of Hitler.
August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland
The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously.
All the men, women and of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto
had been herded into a square.
Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.
'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen.
'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker.
An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, and then asked my age.
'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.
My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, , sick and elderly people.
I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?'
He didn't answer.
I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her.
'No, 'she said sternly.
'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.'
She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.
My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany.
We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers.
'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'
I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator.aomi
I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number.
Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald 's sub-camps near Berlin.
One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.
',' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.'
Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.
But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.
A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.
On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.
I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. 'Do you have something to eat?'
She didn't understand.
I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life.
She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence.
I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'
I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple.
We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both.
I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me?
Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.
Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia .
'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.'
I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.
We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.
On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM.
In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over.
I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.
But at 8 a.m. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers.
Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived;
I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival.
In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none.
My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.
Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America, where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years.
By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.
One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me.
'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'
A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma.
I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.
The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!
We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.
We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat.
As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?'
'The camps,' I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.
She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.'
I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.
'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'
What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked.
'He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.'
My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be.
'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?'
Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes!'
'That was me!'
I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel.
'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.
'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week.
There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.
That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two and three grandchildren, I have never let her go.
Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach , Florida
This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.
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be cautious
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Posted:Apr 2, 2014 4:42 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2014 6:43 am 31583 Views
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Relationships developed on the Internet may sometimes be stronger than a super typhoon, like in the case of Grace Acojedo and Canadian national Houssam Hammoudi, but it still pays to be wary of foreign Prince Charmings.
Two Filipinas, Melanie and Rose (not their real names), learned this the hard way when their online boyfriends turned out to be swindlers, months after they spent time and money on them, according to a report on GMA News TV's "News To Go" on Wednesday.
The report said the two sent money to their foreign boyfriends to help them come to the Philippines.
“Nain-love po ako. Nakakahiya man, pero... kasi magandang magsalita po, parang talagang [he'll] make everything possible for you,” said Rose.
She was so infatuated with the man that she sent cash to him after he claimed he was robbed during a stop-over on his way to the Philippines.
2 pinays swindled by foreign Prince charmings
Meanwhile, nothing short of a highway robbery happened to Melanie, who was repeatedly asked by her foreign boyfriend to give him money. It even reached the point where she had to borrow money just to give it to him.
The boyfriend reportedly asked Melanie to send the money to a certain Mrs. Chanjai Sutthibut in Jalan Ampang, Kuala Lumpur.
Harry Shoum Tenessee, a Nigerian national, was arrested in an entrapment operation by the National Bureau of Investigation (NB for allegedly acting as the middleman between Melanie, Rose, and their boyfriends.
“A lot of people want friends, a lot of them want to know you, where you're from. Some people are looking for men,” said Tenessee.
NBI director for special investigation services Ricardo Pangan said the best defense against such attacks is vigilance.
“Once na humingi ng pera, dapat magduda na,” said Pangan. — Rie Takumi/KBK, GMA News
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