"I wish you enough"

"I wish you enough!"
©By Bob Perks http://www.bobperks.com/

I never really thought that I'd spend as much time in airports as I do. I don't know why. I always wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I'm not famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports.

I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to "hello" and "goodbye." I must have mentioned this a few times while writing my stories for you.

I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths.

So when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.

Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day.

On one of my recent business trips, when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, "How are you today?" I replied, "I am missing my wife already and I haven't even said goodbye."

She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, "How long will you...Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!" We all laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye.

But I learn from goodbye moments, too.

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, "I love you. I wish you enough."

She in turn said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy." They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me.

So I knew what this man experiencing.

"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?" I asked.

"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral," he said. "When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, "I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?" He began to smile.

"That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."

He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.

"When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

He then began to sob and walked away.

My friends, I wish you enough!

Bob Perks is a motivational speaker, writer and one very special positive person.
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Subject: PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY, I HOPE YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS!!!

I am guilty of doing this. PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY.
Do not charge your mobile phone the whole night and DON'T keep it near you while charging. IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY! I HOPE YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS!!! Never, ever answer a cell phone while it is being RECHARGED!! A few days ago, a person was recharging his cell phone at home. Just at that time, a call came in and he answered it with the instrument still connected to the outlet. After a few seconds,electricity flowed into the cell phone unrestrained and the young man was thrown to the ground with a heavy thud. His parents rushed to theroom only to find him unconscious, with a weak heartbeat and burnt fingers. He was rushed to the nearby hospital, but was pronounced dead on arrival. Cell phones are a very useful modern invention. However, we must be aware that it can also be an instrument of death. Never use the cell phone while it is hooked to the electrical outlet!
FORWARD THIS TO THE PEOPLE THAT MATTER IN YOUR LIFE.

Magandang kwento . . . totoo at tumatalab . .

Magandang kwento . . . totoo at tumatalab . .
Isang bagong-saltang kaluluwa ang umakyat sa langit ang ngayon ay nakaharap kay San Pedro. Namasyal silang dalawa sa langit. Magkahawak-kamay silang naglakad-lakad sa isang malaking silid doon na puno ng mga anghel. Huminto si San Pedro sa harap ng isang lupon ng mga anghel at nagsalita, "Ito ang silid-tanggapan. Sa silid na ito, tinatanggap lahat ng mga kahilingan sa panalangin."Pinagmasdan ito ng kaluluwa, at nakita nitong abala ang lahat sa pag-uugnay-ugnay ng mga kahilingan na nakasulat sa bunton ng mga papel na galing sa buong mundo.
Nagpatuloy silang maglakad hanggang madaanan nila ang pangalawang lupon ng mga anghel. Ang wika ni San Pedro sa kaluluwa, "Ito naman ang 'Packaging at Delivery Section'.
Dito, ang biyaya at mga pagpapala na hiniling ng mga tao ay binabalot at dini-deliver sa mga tao na humingi noon ."Nakitang muli ng kaluluwa kung gaano ito kaabala. Maraming anghel doon ang talagang subsob sa trabaho sa dami ng mga pagpapalang hiniling at dini-deliver araw-araw sa lupa.Hanggang sa dumako sila sa huling lupon, sa pinakamalayong lupon.
Huminto ang anghel doon sa isang maliit na lupon. Sa kanyang pagkamangha, iisang anghel lamang ang nakaupo doon, walang ginagawa."Ito ang 'Acknowledgement Section," sabi ni San Pedro."Bakit tahimik? Wala ba silang ginagawa rito?"
"Nakakalungkot," sagot ni San Pedro,"pagkatapos makatanggap ng sagot sa kanilang mga panalangin ang mga tao, kakaunti ang nagbibigay ng pasasalamat.""Papaano ba magbibigay ng 'acknowledgement' ang mga tao sa Diyos?"
"Simple lang. Sabihin mo lang na "Salamat po Panginoon."
"Ano bang pagpapala ang dapat nilang ipagpasalamat?"
"Kung may pagkain ka sa iyong hapag-kainan, damit na sinusuot, may bahay na tinutuluyan at kamang tutulugan, ikaw ay mas mayaman sa 75% sa mundongito.
"Kung may salapi kang naiipon sa iyong pitaka at may natitira pang pambili ng pagkain, ikaw ay isa sa 8% na may mga kabuhayan sa mundo.
"Kapag nakuha mo ang mensaheng ito sa iyong computer, bahagi ka ng 1% sa mundong ito na may ganyang oportunidad."Kapag gumising ka sa umagang ito na walang sakit, mas pinagpala ka sa milyong tao sa mundong ito na hindi na makagising dahil sa hirap ng buhay.
"Kung di mo nararanasan ang takot sa gitna ng giyera, ang kalungkutan sa loob ng piitan, ang pasakit ng mga pagsubok, at ang pangil ng pagkagutom, mas malayo ka nang milya-milya sa 700 milyong tao na nabubuhay sa mundo."Kung buhay pa ang iyong mga magulang at nananatiling magkasama sa bisa ng kasal, kakaunti lang kayo.
"Kung naititingala mo pa ang iyong ulo nang may ngiti sa iyong mga labi, hindi ka kasama sa karamihan. Naiiba ka kaysa sa kanila na puno ng kapighatian at mga kagulumihanan."Tanong ng kaluluwa,
"Kung gano'n, papaano ako magsisimulang magpasalamat?"
"Kung nababasa mo ang mensaheng ito, nakatanggap ka na naman ng dobleng pagpapala, dahil may isang nagpadala sa iyo na iniisip na espesyal kang nilalang, at mas pinagpala ka kaysa sa dalawang bilyong mga tao sa buong mundo na hindi marunong magbasa . . .
"Pagpalain ang araw mo, bilangin mo ang iyong mga pagpapala, at kung ibig mo, pagpalain mo rin ang mga tao sa iyong paligid upang malaman din nila kung gaano sila pinagpala ng Panginoon.

ATTN: Acknowledgement Department: "Salamat po, Panginoon. Salamat po sa pagbibigay mo sa akin ng abilidad na ibahagi ang mensaheng ito at sa pagbibigay mo sa akin ng mabubuti at magagandang tao na babahaginan nito!

"Salamat po."

History of the Phillippines

"Concise" History of the Phillippines
An up-to-date 'concise' history of the Philippines
AUTHOR : ANONYMOUS
WHAT'S the big deal when Lapu-Lapu killed Magellan in 1521? Nothing much really. During Lapu-Lapu's time, Mactan was strictly tribal. Think small. There were no big ideas such as nationalism or geopolitics. Lapu-Lapu was simply, the local siga-siga and Magellan was the culture-shocked Westerner, a native first-timer in the exotic east. We lionize Lapu-Lapu as a hero and nationalist. Ang totoo, mayabang lang si Lapu-Lapu. But his defeat of a foreign invader, did not make a Filipino nation. The timing was wrong. And don't you believe that bull that Spanish explorers came to find spices of the East to improve the taste of their bland cuisine. Their hidden agenda was to spread their kingdom through colonization, the euphemism for land grabbing.
During the 333 years of Spanish rule (1565-1898), hundreds of rebellions were waged by native firebrands in many parts of the archipelago. Not one succeeded. Our rebels were either caught, garotted, or simply ignored by the Commandante as nuisances. Puro malas!
The execution of Rizal in 1896 was a traumatic experience for Filipinos. Those who read Rizal's Fili and Noli were incensed by the abuses of the church and state regime of the Spaniards. Emotions ran high, from Aparri to Jolo. The critical mass needed for nationhood was formed. At last we could rebel as a people, as a nation.
The Katipunan did their battle heroics, originally led by the firebrand Bonifacio and later on by the crafty Aguinaldo. With more Katipunan charges (Sugod mga Kapatid), freedom seemed possible. Between 1897 and 1899, stealth, betrayal, and skullduggery bedeviled our prospect for independence. The Aguinaldo and Bonifacio factions engaged in An ugly infighting (the talangka mentality) resulting in the execution of Bonifacio.
Meantime, an American Admiral named Dewey entered Manila Bay and defeated a lackluster Spanish navy. Aguinaldo reneged on the pact of Biak na bato. He resumed the revolution by proclaiming the Philippine Independence in Kawit..
Meanwhile, American and Spanish soldiers held a "moromoro" battle in Intramuros with the Spaniards surrendering. Aguinaldo's republic and his KKK patriots were left out and ignored. Naisahan tayo. Minalas na naman. The Filipino-American War broke out. Tall American soldiers looking like Clark Gable chased and battled the outlawed Filipino revolutionaries, ending in the capture of Aguinaldo in Isabela. Thanks to the mercenaries from Macabebe. This was the mother of all kamalasan.
At that time, our population was 8 million. The gap between the rich and the poor was estimated at 30% middle-class and rich, 70% low-class and rural poor. During the Commonwealth period (1901-1941), which followed, there were lots of learning on democratic principles, its structure and governance. Technology transfers were done on Constitutional Rights, Public Education, Transportation, Health, International Trade and Industrialization. The Americans turned out to be good tutors. Filipinos also went crazy over American brand products like Libby's corned beef and Portola sardines, Hershey's Kisses and Wrigley's chewing gum, Camel cigarettes and Model T Ford for the hacienderos of Pampanga and Bacolod (Negros).
Hollywood films made Pinoy males fantasize on Jean Harlow, Betty Grable, and Mae West. Thus, Filipino colonial mentality began. We fondly called this period Peace Time. By the way, American troops massacred innocent people in Balanguiga. Mga hayup din pala!
1941. Disaster! World War II! After attacking Pearl Harbor, the Japanese army invaded our country defeating the combined American and Filipino forces (USAFE). General McArthur, the proud and handsome Army chief, fled to Australia at the height of the battle. For four miserable years we suffered the sadism of the Japanese militarists rule. Torture, famine, and death were for us, the order of the day. Kawawa. Malas na malas!
The American forces returned in 1945 to liberate the country. McArthur, General superiority complex himself, sporting Ray Ban sunglasses and corncob pipe swaggered back to Manila. Piqued at his humiliation in 1941, McArthur ordered the bombing and shelling of Manila till kingdom come. The whole-wide expanse South of Pasig - from Post Office to Vito Cruz, including all of Intramuros - was pulverized. Manila was the most destroyed city of World War II next to Tokyo. Our culture, our heritage, and historical assets (seven beautiful churches in Intramuros, hundreds of elegant Art Deco and neo-classical architecture in Paco) were sacrificed recklessly and completely erased from the face of the earth. Sayang na sayang!
In 1946, we gained our Independence from the Americans. We were a free nation at last. We had enough exposure and lessons on how to govern a democratic country, the first in Asia. Our population was 17 million. The dollar exchange was US$1 to P2.
But there was still no peace from 1947 to 1966. A widespread communist rebellion led by Taruc, the Lava brothers, and its armed guerillas called Hukbalahap waged bloody war with government troops. Filipinos killed kapwa Filipinos. Malas na naman!
Our politicians and bureaucrats learned to engage in graft and corruption (What are we in power for?) - such as the war surplus bribery, the Tambobong wheeler-dealing and the Namarco scam. Talo! Six presidents were elected to manage the country from 1947 to 1972, under the democratic system. They were Presidents Roxas, Quirino, Magsaysay, Garcia, Macapagal, and Marcos.
Economists looked back to the decades of the 50s and 60s as the best years of the Philippine economy, surpassing Asian countries. The nostalgia was naiveté, a useless ego-tripping. The gap between the rich and the poor remained big. 30% middle-class and rich, 70% low-class, rural and urban poor. We were 27 million people. US$1 was to P4.
During the late 60's, the Maoist communists led by Commander Dante intensified its drive to overthrow the government. Marcos added fuel to the fire by creating a communist spook. Violence and mayhem rule the streets. The youth went up in arms! Martial Law was declared in 1972 and Marcos became dictator. Freedom of assembly and expression went out of the window.
What followed were years of dictatorial abuse, crony capitalism, shackled free enterprise, near economic collapse and a demoralized middle class. The gap between the rich (30%) and poor (70%)remained in a quagmire. Pareho rin Pala ang situation. Our population was 40 million. Exchange rate was US$1 to P7. Kawawang kawawa! Malas na malas!
In 1983, Ninoy Aquino, Marcos' exiled arch rival,was assassinated upon his return. Push came to shove. Cardinal Sin egged on the people on to protest. Outrage, self-pity, shame and fury raged and rumbled like a tidal wave, culminating in the incredible People Power Revolution. The very sick and obstinate Marcos fled (hijacked by Americans from Clark) to Hawaii (sounds like Paoay) where he died. His alleged millions of stolen dollars intact and unresolved. Up to now... Peso to dollar exchange is now P20 to $1.
But People Power was our shining glory! The whole world applauded our saintly courage, our dignified defiance, our bloodless solution to expel a dictator. We were the toast of all freedom-loving countries, the envy of all oppressed people. In 1986, we placed Cory Aquino, Ninoy's widow, in Malacañang. She was virtuous, sincere and full of good intentions for the country.
But what happens? Coup attempts by Honasan, power struggle, political squabbles, and the infighting for juicy deals harassed the amateur Cory presidency. So nothing happened. No progress took place. The economy was still bad.
The poor suffered more and more. Sure we got democracy back on its feet. But the Filipino resolve didn't happen. People Power pala was ningas cogon power. Sayang na sayang! Tha gap between the rich and the poor remained at 30% (middle-class and rich), 70% (lower-class and rural/urban poor). Exchange rate was US$1 to P25. We were 55 million people.
In 1992, Cory's choice, Fidel Ramos, West Pointer, soldier, and hero of the People Power won the presidency. He had the bearing, the single-mindedness and the vision to bring the country to a tiger economy status. Ramos was a terrific salesman of the Philippines to the world. He was able to hype a climate of an economic ground. He removed barriers to progress. He was an apostle of privatization. His mantra was, less government, more private sector! Fidel hit the right note and the economy went on a roll. Fidel wanted to run for reelection but failed to swing the cha-cha (an idiotic Acronym for Constitutional Change) so he could run again.
In 1997, the Asian economic crises struck, triggered by a balloons burst of the hyper speculative Bangkok economy. The financial debacle created disastrous effects in the investment institutions of Manila, Jakarta, Kuala Lumpur, Hong Kong, Seoul, and Taiwan. All the Ramos gains evaporated into thin air. Malas na naman! The poor, especially Mang Pandoy, were poorer than ever.
1998 was showbiz time! The Erap para sa mahirap show opened to the chagrin of Makati Business Club. Pasensya na po kayo, mga elitists. Democracy is also weird. The choice of the masa must be respected. Catastrophe! Chavit Singson exploded jueteng bombs! For days on end, a nation sick in the stomach, sat through primetime TV aghast at watching the bizarre drama of alleged bribery, gambling, drunkenness, womanizing, deceit, and corruption. A lantern-jawed witness and a sexy intelligence "asset" hogged the witness stand.
Viewing the scandals on TV was like watching dogs mating in the public square. It's embarrassing but you can't take your eyes off them.
The impeachment trial serialized on TV was riveting. The defense lawyers, some wearing a canine sneer (ngiting aso) insulted our intelligence often. (Lokohin n'yo ang lelang n'yo). The whole country was stinking to high heavens. The prosecution produced its own witnesses Clarissa Ocampo, Emma Lim, Carmencita Itchon and many others. Idols with feet of clay fell crashing into the dust. Those who voted against opening the enveloped were legalese, procedural, and sounding intellectually brilliant. Also heartless and thick-skinned. They couldn't fathom the heartbeat of the nation. Cardinal Sin, aging and sickly, called the people again. It was People Power II! Same humongous and collective umbrage, same brinkmanship, and same staccato prayers! Generals Reyes and Villanueva simply joined the mammoth EDSA crowd. No US jets from Clark this time. Erap was out! Gloria was in!
Hope springs eternal. Malacañang regained its honor and dignity. Protocol was observed. Absurdity was gone. Grammatical English was back. 2001. More catastrophies! The peso plummeted to a horrifying P51 to US$1.
The Abu Sayyaf (extremist ideologues? Or mindless barbarians) were into kidnapping and terrorism, gaining worldwide notoriety. Businesses are still closing shop. Thousands of workers are being retrenched. Prices of food and Gasoline are very high. (Galunggong is P80 per kilo!) Our streets became permanent garbage dumps.
Maggots multiply to spread disease. Our communities stink. Again, the whole nation was witnessing sickening crimes attributed to people in the government. Talo na naman! We are now 75 million people but the gap between the rich, 30% (middle-class and rich), 70%(lower-class and rural/urban poor) remains the same for one century.
When will this end? It's been more than 350 years since Lapu's-Lapu' s victory, 100 years since Rizal martyrdom and we're nowhere as a people, as a nation. Malas pa rin!

Smoke Signal

Smoke Signal
The only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small,uninhabited island.
He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and everyday he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemedforthcoming.Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hutout of driftwood to protect him from the elements andto store his few possessions.
Then one day, afterscavenging for food, he arrived home to find his littlehut in flames, with the smoke rolling up to the sky.The worst had happened; everything was lost. He wasstung with grief and anger. "God, how could you do thisto me!" he cried.Early the next day, however, he was awakened by thesound of a ship that was approaching the island. It hadcome to rescue him."How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man ofhis rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.Never forget that blessings do come in disguise
Smoke SignalThe only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small,uninhabited island.He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and everyday he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemedforthcoming.Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hutout of driftwood to protect him from the elements andto store his few possessions. Then one day, afterscavenging for food, he arrived home to find his littlehut in flames, with the smoke rolling up to the sky.The worst had happened; everything was lost. He wasstung with grief and anger. "God, how could you do thisto me!" he cried.Early the next day, however, he was awakened by thesound of a ship that was approaching the island. It hadcome to rescue him."How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man ofhis rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
Never forget that blessings do come in disguise

Christmas

As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated. During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer. It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face.. and I wanted to be with them and share their table. In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me. Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time. To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" as if the party were in his honor! At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me. I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements.. Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party. See you soon. I Love you! Jesus Share this message with everyone, before Christmas.

NEW USE FOR VICKS VAPORUB

NEW USE FOR VICKS VAPORUB
WOW! I was raised, and raised my kids with Vicks.
Howcome I never knew this? I can't wait for my next cough.Amazing!
READ IT ALL. It works 100 percent of the time, although the scientists
at the Canada Research Council (who discovered it) aren't sure why.
To stop night-time coughing in a child (or an adult, as wefound out
personally), put Vicks Vaporub generously on the bottom of the feet
at bedtime and then cover with socks. Even persistent, heavy,
deep coughing will stop in about five minutes, and stay stopped for many,
many hours of relief. This works 100 percent of the time and is more
effective in children than even very strong prescription cough
medicines. In addition, it is extremely soothing and comforting and
they will sleep soundly. I heard the head of
The Canada Research Council describe these findings by their scientists
when they were investigating the effectiveness and usage of prescription
cough medicines in children as compared to alternative therapies like acupressure.
I just happened to tune in to a.m. Radio and picked up this guy talking about
why cough medicines in kids often do more harm than good due to the chemical
make-up of these strong drugs, so I listened. It was found to be more effective
than prescribed medicines for children at bedtime and in addition to have a soothing
and calming effect on sick children who then went on to sleep soundly.
My wife tried it on herself when she had a very deep constant and persistent
cough a few weeks ago and it worked 100 percent! She said it felt like a warm blanket had enveloped her. The coughing stopped in a few minutes, and believe me, this was a deep (incredibly annoying - every few seconds!), uncontrollable cough, and she slept cough-free for hours every night she used it. If you end up sick, try it yourself and you will be absolutely amazed at the effect.
Pass this on - especially to those with children or grandchildren.

A holy man

A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said,
'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table.
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew,
which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with
very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each
found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not
get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shu ddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.'
They went to the next room and opened the door.
It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round
table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons,
but herethe people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.'It is simple,' said the Lord.
'It requires but one skill. You see they have learned to feed each other,
while the greedy think only of themselves.
'When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you.
Its estimated 93% won't forward this.
If you are one of the 7% who will, forward this with the title '7%'.
I'm in the 7%
Remember that I will always share my spoon with you...

So share it with others...

SULAT NI TATAY AT NANAY SA ATIN

Subject: Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.
Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan
o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong
kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity
ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako. Kapag mahina na ang tenga
ko at hindi o maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman
sana akong sabihan ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo
o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.
Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong
tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral
ka pa lamang lumakad. Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man
ay nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta
pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan
o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?
kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon
kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo.
Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo. Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana
ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong
piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag
nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo noong bata
ka pa? Pinatyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong
maligo. Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit, dala na
marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin. Kapag
may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang.
Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong
busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na
akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa
mga kwento ko. Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?
Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal
mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear. At kapag dumating ang
sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman,
huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan.
Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o
madumi sa higaan, pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali
ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal. Kapag dumating ang
sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo
ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan. At huwag kang mag-alala,
kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na
pagpalain ka sana ... dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...

Written by Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles
CWL Spiritual Director St. Augustine
Parish Baliuag, Bulacan
" Paki forward na lang... hindi para mang-SPAM ,
para malaman nating lahat ang halaga ng mga magulang natin..

A Short Interview With Rick Warren

You will enjoy the new insights that Rick Warren has, with his wife now having cancer and him having "wealth" from the book sales.
This is an absolutely incredible short interview with Rick Warren,"Purpose Driven Life " author and pastor ofSaddleback Church in California.
In the interview by Paul Bradshaw with Rick Warren, Rick said:People ask me, What is the purpose of life? And I respond: In a nutshell, life is preparation for eternity. We were made to last forever, and God wants us to be with Him in Heaven.One day my heart is going to stop, and that will be the end of my body-- but not the end of me.I may live 60 to 100 years on earth, but I am going to spend trillions of years in eternity. This is the warm-up act - the dress rehearsal. God wants us to practice on earth what we will do forever in eternity.We were made by God and for God, and until you figure that out, life isn't going to make sense.Life is a series of problems: Either you are in one now, you're just coming out of one, or you're getting ready to go into another one.The reason for this is that God is more interested in your character than your comfort.God is more interested in making your life holy than He is in making your life happy.We can be reasonably happy here on earth, but that's not the goal of life. The goal is to grow in character, in Christ likeness.This past year has been the greatest year of my life but also the toughest, with my wife, Kay, getting cancer.I used to think that life was hills and valleys - you go through a d ark ti me, then you go to the mountaintop, back and forth. I don't believe that anymore.Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it's kind of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have something good and something bad in your life.No matter how good things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs to be worked on.And no matter how bad things are in your life, there is always something good you can thank God for.You can focus on your purposes, or you can focus on your problems.If you focus on your problems, you're going into self-centeredness,"which is my problem, my issues, my pain." But one of the easiest ways to get rid of pain is to get your focus off yourself and onto God and others.We discovered quickly that in spite of the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people, God was not going to heal Kay or make it easy for her.It has been very difficult for her, and yet God has streng thened her character, given her a ministry of helping other people, given her a testimony, drawn her closer to Him and to people.You have to learn to deal with both the good and the bad of life.Actually, sometimes learning to deal with the good is harder. For instance, this past year, all of a sudden, when the book sold 15 million copies, it made me instantly very wealthy.It also brought a lot of notoriety that I had never had to deal with before. I don't think God gives you money or notoriety for your own ego or for you to live a life of ease.So I began to ask God what He wanted me to do with this money, notoriety and influence. He gave me two different passages that helped me decide what to do, II Corinthians 9 and Psalm 72First, in spite of all the money coming in, we would not change our lifestyle one bit. We made no major purchases.Second, about midway through last year, I stopped taking a salary from the church.Third, we set up foundations to fund an initiative we call The Peace Plan to plant churches, equip leaders, assist the poor, care for the sick, and educate the next generation.Fourth, I added up all that the church had paid me in the 24 years since I started the church, and I gave it all back. It was liberating to be able to serve God for free.We need to ask ourselves: Am I going to live for possessions? Popularity?Am I going to be driven by pressures? Guilt? Bitterness? Materialism? Or am I going to be driven by God's purposes (for my life)?When I get up in the morning, I sit on the side of my bed and say, God, if I don't get anything else done today, I want to know You more and love You better. God didn't put me on earth just to fulfill a to-do list. He's more interested in what I am than what I do.That's why we're called human beings, not human doings.

Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.
Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.
Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.
Painful moments, TRUST GOD.
Every moment, THANK GOD.

NOW ... PLEASE SHARE THIS WITH YOUR FRIENDS!

ANDOY'S STORY

A FRIEND E-MAILED ME THIS AND I THOUGHT OF SHARING
IT TO ALL OF YOU . . TOUCHING . . .
SUBJECT: ANDOY'S STORY
SOMEWHERE IN MILAOR, CAMARINES SUR, PHILIPPINES THERE LIVED A FOURTH GRADER BOY NAMED ANDOY WHO WOULD FOLLOW THIS ROUTE TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY. HE HAS TO CROSS THE RUGGED PLAINS 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 JESUS, AND FAITHFULLY SAY HIS, "MAGANDANG UMAGA PO" IN BICOL DIALECT. A PRIEST, WHO WAS SO HAPPY TO FIND INNOCENCE SO UPLIFTING IN THE MORNING, WAS FAITHFULLY WATCHING THE BOY. "KAMUSTA ANDOY! PAPASOK KA NA?" "OPO PADRE..." HE WOULD FLASH HIS INNOCENT GRIN, THE PRIEST WOULD BE TOUCHED. THE PRIEST 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? WHY DO YOU STAY IN THIS CHURCH RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL?", "I JUST WANT TO SAY ,"HI" TO MY FRIEND, JESUS,"THE PRIEST WOULD LEAVE THE BOY TO SPEND TIME BESIDE THE ALTAR, TALKING BY HIMSELF, BUT THE PRIEST HID 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 THAT 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 YEAR AND SOME OF MY CLASSMATES HAVE ALREADY STOPPED GOING TO SCHOOL. PLEASE HELP THEM GET BACK TO SCHOOL AGAIN, PLEASE JESUS? ....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... JESUS, 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 MONTHS FROM NOW!AREN'T YOU EXCITED? I AM! WAIT TILL YOU SEE MY GIFT FOR YOU.... BUT IT IS A SURPRISE! I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT! OOPS, 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" EVERYDAY THIS ROUTINE HAPPENS WITHOUT FAIL FOR ANDOY. FATHER AGATON SHARES THIS EVERY SUNDAY TO THE PEOPLE IN HIS CHURCH BECAUSE HE HAS NOT SEEN A VERY PURE FAITH AND TRUST IN JESUS, A VERY POSITIVE LOOK AT NEGATIVE SITUATIONS.ONE CHRISTMAS DAY, FATHER AGATON WAS SICK SO HE COULD NOT MAKE IT TO CHURCH, HE WAS SENT TO THE HOSPITAL. THE CHURCH WASLEFT TO 4 MANANGS WHO WOULD CHANT THE ROSARY IN 1000 MILES PER HOUR WOULD NOT SMILE AND 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 JESUS! "P----! (A CURSE) BATA KA! ALAM MO NANG MAY NAGDADASAL DITO! ALIS!" POOR ANDOY WAS SO TERRIFIED, "WHERE'S FATHER AGATON?HE IS SUPPOSED TO HELP ME CROSS THE STREET..... AND TO BE ABLE TOCROSS THE STREET I WILL HAVE TO PASS BY THIS CHURCH ... NOT ONLY THAT, I HAVE TO GREET JESUS. TODAY IS HIS BIRTHDAY AND I HAVE A GIFT RIGHT HERE.....JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT TO GET THE GIFT OUT OF HIS SHIRT, ONE ANANGPULLED 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. THERE WAS A BLIND CURVE. A FAST MOVING BUS CAME IN. THE BOY WAS PROTECTING HIS GIFT INSIDE HIS SHIRT, SO HE WAS NOT LOOKING. THERE WAS SO LITTLE TIME. THE BUS HIT ANDOY AND HE DIED ON THE SPOT. A LOT OF PEOPLE CROWDED THE LIFELESS BODY OF THE YOUNG BOY. THEN SUDDENLY, OUT OF NOWHERE A TALL MAN WEARING A WHITE SHIRT AND PANTS, A FACE SO MILD AND GENTLE, BUT WITH EYES FULL OF TEARS. HE CAME AND LIFTED THE BOY IN HIS ARMS AND HE WAS CRYING. THE CURIOUS BYSTANDERS NUDGED THE MAN IN WHITE, AND ASKED, "EXCUSE ME SIR, ARE YOU RELATED TO THIS CHILD? DO YOU KNOW THIS CHILD?" THE MAN, HIS FACE MOURNING AND IN AGONY ANSWERED, "HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND." HE TOOK THE BADLY WRAPPED GIFT IN THE BLOODY CHEST OF ANDOY AND PLACED IT NEAR HIS HEART. HE STOOD UP AND CARRIED THE BOY AWAY AND THEY BOTH DISAPPEARED IN SIGHT. THE CROWD WAS BEWILDERED. THE NEXT DAY, FATHER AGATON LEARNED OF THE SHOCKING NEWS. HE IMMEDIATELY VISITED ANDOY'S HOUSE AND WANTED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE MAN IN WHITE.. HE ASKED ANDOY'S PARENTS. "DO YOU KNOW THE MAN WHO TOOK ANDOY?", "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 SON'S DEATH AS IF HE KNEW OUR SON VERY WELL. THERE WAS SOMETHING PEACEFUL AND UNEXPLAINABLE ABOUT HIM. HE BROUGHT MY SON HOME AND THEN HE SMILED GENTLY. HE RUBBED ANDOY'S HAIR AWAY FROM HIS FACE AND KISSED HIM ON HIS FOREHEAD. THEN HE WHISPERED SOMETHING TO ANDOY." "WHAT DID HE SAY?", ASKED THE PRIEST. THE FATHER BEGAN, "HE SAID TO MY SON... "THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT ... I WILL SEE YOU SOON... YOU WILL BE WITH ME FOREVER..." ANDOY'S FATHER CONTINUED, "YOU KNOW FOR A WHILE, I FELT SO WONDERFUL. I CRIED, BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHY. ALL I KNOW IS THAT I CRIED TEARS OF JOY. I COULD NOT EXPLAIN IT FATHER. 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 SON 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 MURMURED, "HE WAS TALKING TO NO ONE....BUT....JESUS." IF YOU LOVE THIS STORY PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO YOUR FRIENDS, I JUST DID!
take care guys...jesus loves you!!!!!!!

DRINK WATER ON EMPTY STOMACH

DRINK WATER ON EMPTY STOMACH

It is popular in Japan today to drink water immediately after waking up every morning. Furthermore, scientific tests have proven its value. We publish below a description of use of water for our readers. For old and serious diseases as well as modern illnesses the water treatment had been found successful by a Japanese medical society as a 100% cure for the following diseases: Headache, body ache, heart system, arthritis, fast heart beat, epilepsy, excess fatness, bronchitis asthma, TB, meningitis, kidney and urine diseases, vomiting, gastritis, diarrhea, piles, diabetes, constipation, all eye diseases, womb, cancer and menstrual disorders, ear nose and throat diseases.
METHOD OF TREATMENT
1. As you wake up in the morning before brushing teeth, drink 4 x 160ml glasses of water .....interesting
2. Brush and clean the mouth but do not eat or drink anything for 45 minutes
3. After 45 minutes you may eat and drink as normal.
4. After 15 minutes of breakfast, lunch and dinner do not eat or drink anything for 2 hours
5. Those who are old or sick and are unable to drink 4 glasses of water at the beginning may commence by taking little water and gradually increase it to 4 glasses per day.
6. The above method of treatment will cure diseases of the sick and others can enjoy a healthy life.
The following list gives the number of days of treatment required to cure/control/reduce main diseases:
1. High Blood Pressure - 30 days
2. Gastric - 10 days
3. Diabetes - 30 days
4. Constipation - 10 days
5. Cancer - 180 days
6. TB - 90 days
7. Arthritis patients should follow the above treatment only for 3 days in the 1st week, and from 2nd week onwards - daily.
This treatment method has no side effects, however at the commencement of treatment you may have to urinate a few times. It is better if we continue this and make this procedure as a routine work in our life. Drink Water and Stay healthy and Active. This makes sense .. the Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals ..not cold water. maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating!!! Nothing to lose, everything to gain... For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal. A serious note about heart attacks: Women should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting. Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line. You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive... A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this mail sends it to everyone they know, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life.
**Please be a true friend and send this article to all your friends you care about......I just did!!!**

Are you one of us?

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1950's, 60's and 70's !!

First, some of us survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. ( sioktong ang inumin)

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, fish from a can ( brand : ligo ) , and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints , pati na yung laruang kabayu-kabayuhan.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads , sometimes wala ngang preno yung bisikleta.

As children, we would ride in car with no seat belts or air bags – hanggang ngayon naman, di ba ? ( jeep )

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. ( maykaya kayo pare ! )

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle ( minsan straight from the faucet)
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis.

We ate rice with tinunaw na purico ( dahil ubos na ang star margarine) , nutribuns na galing kay macoy and drank sopdrinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight kasi nga ......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso , habulan taguan….

No one was able to reach us all day ( di uso ang celfon , walang beepers ). And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our trolleys or slides out of scraps and then ride down the street , only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms....... ...WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents . The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words…..masakit ba ? pero pag galit yung kalaro mo,,,,ang sasabihin sa iyo…..beh buti nga !

We play in the dirt , wash our hands a little and ate with our barehands…we were not afraid of getting worms in our stomachs.

We have to live with homemade guns – gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband , sumpit , tirador at kung ano ano pa na puedeng makasakit…..pero walang nagrereklamo.

made up games with sticks ( syatong ) and cans ( tumbang preso )and although we were told it would happen, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay….paminsan minsan may nabubukulan.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Walang sumasama ang loob.

Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang bata….hindi para makialam.

This generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and managers ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the government regulated our lives for our own good.

and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

PS - The big type is because your eyes may not be able to read this…. at your age

THE POEM

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.

I'm dying

At first, I was dying to finish my high school and start college,
And then, I was dying to finish college and start working
Then I was dying to marry and have children. And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough so I could go back to work. But then I was dying to retire. And now I'm dying.
And suddenly I realized I forgot to live.

Please don't let this happen to you. Appreciate your current Situation and enjoy each day.

Moral . . .
To make money, we loose our health and then to restore our health we loose money.
We live as if we are never going to die and we die as if we never lived.

A good reminder of God's Love.

A good reminder of God's Love. Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."
His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"
His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son."
"Thanks Dad!"
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT.
He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away." I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me." I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU." Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.
Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named. Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others.
Heaven is for His people! Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message... "Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact." Coleridge

Just 3 Words Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -
1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person -
1. Anger
2. Pride
3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose-
1. Hope
2. Peace
3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable -
1. Love
2. Family & Friends
3. Kindness

Three things in life that are never certain -
1. Fortune
2. Success
3. Dreams

Three things that make a person -
1. Commitment
2. Sincerity
3. Hard work

Three things that are truly constant -
Father - Son - Holy Spirit

I ask the Lord to bless you, as I pray for you today; to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way. God's love is always with you, God's promises are true. And when you give God all your cares, you know God will see you through.

Pass this along to People you want God to Bless - I just did!

~~~***My God Reigns***~~~
NO one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE.
No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK.
And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE
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Spread his word, and you'll be rewarded. How will you be rewarded?

Matthew 10:32
"Whoever acknowledges Me before men,
I will acknowledge him before My Father in heaven.
But whoever disowns Me before men,
I will disown him before My Father in heaven"

"What goes around comes around"

Forwarded email:

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the sideof the road, but even in the dim light of day, hecould see she needed help. So he pulled up in frontof her Mercedes and got out. His old Pontiac wasstill sputtering when he approached her.Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. Noone had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Washe going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he lookedpoor and hungry.He could see that she was frightened, standing outthere in the cold. He knew how she felt. It wasthose chills which only fear can put in you.He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't youwait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my nameis Bryan Anderson."Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an oldlady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under thecar looking for a place to put the jack, skinninghis knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able tochange the tire. But he had to get dirty and hishands hurt.As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolleddown the window and began to talk to him. She toldhim that she was from St. Louis and was only justpassing through. She couldn't thank him enough forcoming to her aid.Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The ladyasked how much she owed him. Any amount would havebeen all right with her. She already imagined allthe awful things that could have happened had he notstopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid.This was not a job to him. This was helping someonein need, and God knows there were plenty, who hadgiven him a hand in the past. He had lived his wholelife that way, and it never occurred to him to actany other way.He told her that if she really wanted to pay himback, the next time she saw someone who needed help,she could give that person the assistance theyneeded, and Bryan added, "And think of me."He waited until she started her car and drove off.It had been a cold and depressing day, but he feltgood as he headed for home, disappearing into thetwilight.A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe.She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take thechill off before she made the last leg of her triphome. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outsidewere two old gas pumps. The whole scene wasunfamiliar to her. The waitress came over andbrought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She hada sweet smile, one that even being on her feet forthe whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed thewaitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but shenever let the strain and aches change her attitude.The old lady wondered how someone who had so littlecould be so giving to a stranger. Then sheremembered Bryan .After the lady finished her meal, she paid with ahundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went toget change for her hundred dollar bill, but the oldlady had slipped right out the door. She was gone bythe time the waitress came back. The waitresswondered where the lady could be. Then she noticedsomething written on the napkin.There were tears in her eyes when she read what thelady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have beenthere too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'mhelping you. If you really want to pay me back, hereis what you do: Do not let this chain of love endwith you."Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls tofill, and people to serve, but the waitress made itthrough another day. That night when she got homefrom work and climbed into bed, she was thinkingabout the money and what the lady had written. Howcould the lady have known how much she and herhusband needed it? With the baby due next month, itwas going to be hard....She knew how worried her husband was, and as he laysleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss andwhispered soft and low, "Everything's going to beall right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."There is an old saying "What goes around comesaround." Today, I sent you this story and I'm askingyou to pass it on... Let His light shine.

A LESSON IN ARITHMETIC

Subject: Fr. Ed Panlilio - Gov. Of Pampanga

I'm 100% sure this income disparity is replicated in all the provinces of the Philippines. If we had more Ed Panlilios in our government, we would be just like Singapore in a short time. Read on...... We hope we are witnessing what will be a sustained revolution in good governance in the Province of Pampanga , under its newly elected governor, Fr. Ed Panlilio. According to the Philippine Daily Inquirer of August 26, only one month after Fr. Panlilio assumed his gubernatorial duties, the province's income from the quarrying of volcanic ash from Mount Pinatubo had reached P29.4 million. (Haulers pay a fee of P300 per truck of volcanic ash that they haul from the quarry.)
By contrast, during his predecessor Mark Lapid's term as governor, the province's income from the same quarrying operations amount ed to only P29 million a year. This gaping variation in official incomes from the same activity should inspire a new set of textbooks in Arithmetic, especially for the school children of Pampanga.
There is nothing like local color and local situations to cultivate comprehension in young minds.
Sample problems: If Fr. Ed's provincial government can collect P29.4 million in 26 days (we assume no quarrying on Sundays), how much does it collect in one day?
Answer: An average of P1.130 million. If Fr. Ed's provincial government collects an average of P1.130 million a day from quarrying operations, how much can it collect in one year of 313 days (365 days less 52 Sundays)?
Answer: P353, 690,000, or P354 million.
If Fr. Ed's provincial government can collect P354 million a year, and Mark Lapid's provincial government collected only P29 million a year, what is the difference in their official yearly collections?
Answer: P325 million a year. If Mark Lapid was governor for four years and his provincial government's annual collections from quarrying amounted to an average of P29 million, how much did his provincial govt. officially collect in four years?
Answer: P116 million. If Fr. Ed manages to remain as provincial governor for four years, and his provincial government's annual collection from quarrying were to average P354 million, how much will his provincial government collect in four years?
Answer: P1.416 billion.

What is the difference between P1.416 billion and P116 million?
Answer: P1.3 billion. Where did this P1.3 billion go?
Answer: Only God and the Lapids know. ('Lapids' is in plural because Mark, as a second generation political dynast, succeeded his own father, now Sen. Lito Lapid.
We don't know how much Lito's provincial government officially collected from quarrying operations during his watch. Should be a good investigative project for media.)
If Gawad Kalinga spends an average of P75,000 per low cost house, how many low-cost houses can P1.3 billion build?
Answer: 17,333 low-cost houses. If the average Pampanga family were to consist of five persons (father, mother, three children), how many people would be benefited by 17,333 low-cost houses?
Answer: 86,665 persons.

End of Arithmetic lesson.
Fr. Ed is to be congratulated for setting a high benchmark for collection from quarrying operations against which his predecessors have a moral obligation to explain why their collections were so low, and against which future governors will be judged by the people of Pampanga.
Volcanic ash, by the way, is a superior building material. Many of the buildings, aqueducts &monuments of the Roman Empire that have survived for almost 2,000 years are known to have been built w/ volcanic ash, quarried from the environs of Mount Vesuvius after it erupted in 79 AD.
We don't expect Fr.Ed's moral victory in Pampanga to be remembered for the next 2,000yrs.We would be happy with five, ten or 20 years, enough, we hope, to spawn a moral-revolution- by- example to save the Filipinos from their worst enemies - themselves. GOOD LUCK Philippines !


"Therefore, the primary cause of poverty is not overpopulation of the Phil!
It's because our counrty is overpopulated with corrupt officials"

Touching Story

From Father Gil - it's beautiful!
May this email touch your heart as it has touched mine.After 21 years of marriage, I discovered new way of keeping alive the Spark of love.A little while ago I had started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea.
"I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise.
"But I love YOU," I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," I responded. " Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment then said "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.
After we sat down, I had to read the menu to her. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time for you to relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each others> lives. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you". I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.

"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
Some time later I received an envelope with copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you."
At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and giving our loved ones the time that they deserve.
Nothing in life is more important than God and your family and friends. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off 'til "some other time".
Someone once said "I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I think this is true with your in-laws, grandchildren, sisters, brothers and your friends. Anyone that means something to you-you should spend time with them and let them know how much they mean to you as often as you can.

MODUS OPERANDI SA BUS

An email coming from my sister Lanie, email din sa kanya ng friend nya, share ko lang sa inyo. Subject: Modus Operandi sa Bus (True story) hindi ko na sana ikukwento kasi akala ko aksidente lang..... AKALA KO AKO LANG!...UNG PALA MERON PANG IBA NA MABIBIKTIMA NG GANITONG SISTEMA...PAANO NA KUNG UN LANG ANG NATITIRA MONG PERA AT MALAYO PA ANG PUPUNTAHAN MO...kawawa ka naman....maglalakad ka.... (based on my own experience sa isang aircon bus....) last september 6, 2007, 4pm ako ay nagpunta sa cubao at bumili ng ticket (going to baguio ) sa victory liner cubao. sumakay ako ng aircon bus from victory liner (cubao) to robinsons galleria (going back sa office in ortigas) ...ang pamasahe po ay P10 from cubao to robinsons galleria... at ako po ay nagbigay ng P100 sa kundoktor...binigyan nya ako ng ticket worth P10 at kinuha ung 100pesos na binayad ko, sabay sabi na sandali lang wala akong baryang panukli. So, pagdating sa may P Tuazon (near araneta center)...pina alala ko uli ung sukli ko sa konduktor...tinanong nya ako, "san ka nga uli baba'?." sumagot ako na..."sa may robinsons galleria lang!"......."malayo ka pa naman eh...sandali lang"...sabi ng kundoktor so, pagdating ng VV Soliven... lumipat ako ng upuan (3rows before the driver , at the right side of the bus). Pagdating ng SEC (near ortigas ave.) kinukuha ko na ung sukli ko...hindi kumibo ang kundoktor...(luminga-linga lang) parang deadma ba?.... Nang patawid na ng ortigas ave. (stoplight)...tumayo ako at nilapitan ko ung konduktor na naka upo sa tabi nung driver...hiningi ko ung sukli ko... eto ang sabi nya sa'kin..."PATINGIN NGA NG TICKET MO?.,... sabay inabot ko... sabi ng kundoktor..."Eh WALA NAMAN AKONG SINULAT (note) SA LIKOD NG TICKET MO ..TAPOS HIHINGI KA NG SUKLI!!!.... TARANTADO KA PALA EH... medyo mag init ang ulo ko sa sinabi nya... kaya sumagot ako... na ..TARANTADO KA RIN!!!...KANINA KO PA SINASABI NA ...UNG SUKLI KO SA P100 NA BINIGAY KO... dun na kami nagkasagutan....at may dumikit sa akin na lalaki at sinabihan ako na ...."PRE,,WALA KA NAMAN INAABOT NA 'SAN DAANG PISO eH...TAPOS HIHINGI KA NG SUKLI!!!.. tumayo ako malapit sa pinto..malapit sa driver...at sinabi ko ung ginawa nung kundoktor nya.... eto ang sabi nung driver.... ' ABA ..PARE...HINDI KO ALAM YAN...BAKA NAMAN WALA KA TALAGANG BINIBIGAY NA P100 DUN SA KUNDOKTOR KO...(sa pagkakataong ung...tatlo na ang nakikipagtalo sa akin... ung kondukto,.,,ung driver at ung isang lalaki na nakaupo sa may likuran ng driver... Sabi ko sa sarili ko...agrabyado ako pag nakagulo...kaya sinabihan ko ung driver na...baba na ako. ..sabi ko..."BUKSAN MO UNG PINTO...BABABA NA AKO..LAMLAMPAS AKO. HINDI AKO MAKIKIPAG BASAGAN NG MUKHA SA INYO SA HALAGANG P90 PESOS (sukli)...SA INYO NA LANG UNG SUKLI KO...(sa pagkakataong un, ...ung bus ay nakahinto sa may tawiran sa harap ng POEA...pero hindi nya binubuksan ung pinto...hanggan sa umarangkada na uli ung bus..) Sa may tapat ako ng DOLMAR BLDG (fronting POVEDA near Ortigas MRT Station) ako ibinaba...na kung saan eh..wala ng mga traffic aide na mapagsusumbungan ng kalokohan hila... So...after one month...nakalimutan ko na ung nangyari.... Last October 30, 2007 (Tuesday) around 6:15pm...pauwi na ako galing ortigas going to makati (guadalupe tulay)... May isang babae na kasakay ko sa bus....na nagrereklamo sa kundoktor at driver....na hindi rin binibigay ung sukli. Sya daw ay galing sa may Timog ...sya ay bababa sa may Boni.... Naalala ko ung nagyari sa'kin ...nang biglang may "LALAKI" na tumayo sa may kabilang upuan at sinabihan ung 'BABAE" na ... "MISS...MISS...SINGKWENTA PESOS LANG UNG BINIGAY MO SA KUNDOKTOR...KITANG KITANG KO".... Sa galit nung babae...akmang baba na sa may tapat ng 'Jollibee Boni"...nang biglang isinara nung driver ung pinto....at tsaka pinatakbo na matulin ung bus...hanggan sa makarating sa may tapat ng "PUGON"...(bilihan ng tinapay malapit na sa tulay).... Dun ko na pag tanto ung nangyari sa'kin...parehong-pareho ng ginawa dun sa babae... Bago ako...bumaba sa may Guadalupe tulay (Loyola)...tiningnan ko ung driver,,,ung kundoktor at ung "LALAKI" na kumatig dun sa kundoktor.... Magkaka-kilala pala sila....at nagtatawanan pa... Akala ko ako lang ang nakapansin sa nangyari... pag sakay ko ng jeep papuntang DELPAN....may "MAMA" na bumati sa akin...sabi nya..."PARE, KALA KO KANINA...TUTULUNGAN MO UNG BABAE...ung hindi sinuklian?... "KASI NAKITA KO UNG MGA KA-KUTSABA NUNG DRIVER AT NUNG KONDUKTOR....UNG ISA...HINDI NAGSALITA PERO LUMAPIT SA MAY LIKOD MO....KAYA AKO...LUMIPAT DIN AKO ...KASI TWO YEARS AGO...NAKA EXPERIENCE AKO NANG GANYAN SA MAY BALINTAWAK...SINAKSAK UNG ISANG PASAHERO...KAWAWA NAMAN...GANYAN ANG MODUS OPERANDI NILA SA BUS....KAYA NGA PAG SUMASAKAY AKO NG BUS...PALAGI AKONG MAY DALANG BARYANG PANG BAYAD... so samakatuwid...hindi lang pala holdaper at snatcher ang titingnan mo sa bus....kawawa naman tayo...parehas kung mamuhay....paano na tayo...???? Sa inyong lahat...lagi po sana tayong mag iingat.... Salamat po. Paki pasa na lang po...baka makatulong kahit konti Richard Anonuevo Event Coordinator Youth & Academe / NMM / Chapters Philippine Marketing Association, Inc. 1006A West Tower , PSE Center , Exchange Road Ortigas Center , Pasig City Tel: (02) 6345722 / 6344890 Mobile: (0917) 9423302 Jenimar C Bacas NuComm OnCall TSR NuComm International, Phils. 09215648032 mobile

Mt. Pulag

Mt. Pulag...2nd highest mountain in the Philippines.

Mountaineers, what can you say about Mt. Pulag?

AIRSOFT GAME

AIRSOFT GAME...

An honesty game. Game of the weekend warriors.

A simulation of real war, real battle, real encounter at CQB, Jungle, rescuing the hostage etc...

Here are some pictures of greatmen I played with. (more pictures on the next issue).

Wireless Power Transfer

Wireless Power Transfer...
It's a better idea to have a wireless power transfer. It would help many people around the world to travel without worrying in low battery in their cell phone, laptop, cams, etc., in their business transaction. For electronics gadget which is common to every home these days. But the question is? Is it possible nowadays?