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• daughter     +0
  Saturday, 8 November 2008 at 5:04 am
  

  Dear Mommy,

  I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus’ lap.

  He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.

  I so wanted to be your little girl. I don’t quite understand what has happened.

  I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.

  I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.

  I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.

  I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.

  Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.

  Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.

  I heard Daddy yelling back.

  I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.

  I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day.

  I hurt for you. I couldn’t imagine why you were so unhappy.

  That same day, the most horrible thing happened.

  A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.

  I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.

  Maybe you never heard me.

  The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,

  “Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me.”

  Complete terror is all I felt.

  I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn’t anymore.

  Then the monster started ripping my arms off.

  It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.

  It didn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.

  I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.

  Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.

  I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.

  I wanted to make all your tears go away.

  I had so many plans to make you happy.

  Now I couldn’t; all my dreams were shattered.

  Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.

  I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.

  No use now, for I was dying a painful death.

  I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.

  I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn’t know the words you could understand.

  And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.

  I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.

  I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.

  The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.

  He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, “Abortion.

  I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels.”

  I don’t know what abortion is;

  I guess that’s the name of the monster.

  I’m writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.

  I tried very hard to live.

  I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn’t; the monster was too powerful.

  It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live.

  I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.

  I didn’t want to die.

  Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.

  Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.

  Please be careful.

  Love,

  Your Baby Girl

• GRRRR...     --1
  Monday, 27 October 2008 at 7:05 am
  

  PAGKAKAIBA NG MAHIRAP AT MAYAMAN…

  Kung mayaman ka, meron kang “allergy”
  Kung mahirap ka, ang tawag dyan ay “galis” o “bakokang”

  Sa mayaman, “nervous breakdown” dahil sa “tension and stress”
  Sa mahirap, “sira ang ulo”

  Kung mayaman ka, “pneumonia” daw ang sakit mo
  Kung mahirap, “TB” yon

  Sa mayaman, “hyperacidity”
  Kapag mahirap, “ulcer” dahil walang laman ang tiyan

  Sa mayamang “malikot ang kamay”, ang tawag ay “kleptomaniac”
  Sa mahirap, ang tawag ay “magnanakaw” o “kawatan”

  Pag mayaman ka, you’re “eccentric”
  Kung mahirap ka, “may toyo ka sa ulo” o “may topak” o “may sayad”

  Kung mayaman ka at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay may “migraine”
  Kung mahirap ka naman at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay “nalipasan ng gutom”

  Kung mayaman ka, you are referred to as someone who is “scoliotic”
  Pero kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay “kuba”

  Kung ang señorita mo ay maitim, ang tawag ay “morena” o “sun tanned”
  Pero kung isa kang domestic na maitim, ikaw ay “ita” o “negrita” o “baluga”

  Kung nasa high society ka at ikaw ay maliit, ang tawag sa iyo ay “petite”
  Kung mahirap ka lang, ikaw ay “pandak” o “bansot”

  Kung socialite ka, ikaw ay “pleasingly plump”
  Kapag mahirap ka, ika’y “tabatsoy” o “lumba-lumba”…pagminamalas ka,
  “baboy”

  Kapag mayaman, “fasting” ang hindi kumain
  Kung mahirap, “nagtitiis”

  Kung well-off ka at date ka rito, date ka roon, ang tawag sa iyo ay
  “socialite”
  Kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay “pakawala” o “pok-pok”

  Kung mayamang alembong ka, ang tawag sa iyo ay “liberated”
  Pero kung isa kang dukha, ang tawag sa iyo “malandi”

  Kapag mayaman, “misguided” o “spoiled” ka
  Kung mahirap ka, “addict” o “durugista”

  Kung may pera ka, ang tawag sa iyo “single parent”
  Pero kung wala kang trabaho, ang tawag sa iyo “disgrasyada”

  Kapag mayaman at sexy, “fashionable” daw
  Kung mahirap, sigurado “GRO” o “japayuki” ka

  Ang tawag sa mayayamang puro gulay ang kinakain, “vegetarian”
  Habang kakaawa ang mahirap na ” kumakain ng damo.”

  Sa exclusive school, “assertive” ang mga batang sumasagot sa mga guro
  Pero pag ang mga mahihirap na bata ang sumasagot sa mga guro, ang tawag sa
  kanila ay “bastos!”

  Ang mayamang tumatanda, “are graduating gracefully into senior citizenhood”
  Ang mga mahihirap ay “gumugurang”

  Ang anak ng mayaman ay “slow learner”
  Ang anak ng mahirap ay “bobo” o “gung-gong”

  Kung mayaman ka at marami kang kumain, you flatter your host who says,
  “masarap kang kumain and I like you, you do justice to my cooking”
  Kung ghastly peasant ka eating the same amount in the same house, your host
  will say to himself na ikaw ay “patay-gutom”

  Kung graduate ka ng exclusive school at sa ibang bansa ka nagtatrabaho, ang
  tawag sa iyo “expat”
  Kung mahirap ka lang, ikaw ay “contract worker”

  Kung boss ka at binabasa mo ito sa office mo, “okay lang”
  Pero kung ikaw ay hamak na empleyado lamang, ikaw ay” nagbubulakbol”…

• GRRRR...     +0
  Monday, 27 October 2008 at 6:59 am
  

  911 CALLS

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?
  Caller: I heard what sounded like gunshots coming from the brown house
  on the corner.
  Dispatcher: Do you have an address?
  Caller: No, I’m wearing a blouse and slacks, why?

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?
  Caller: Someone broke into my house and took a bite out of my ham and
  cheese sandwich.
  Dispatcher: Excuse me?
  Caller: I made a ham and cheese sandwich and left it on the kitchen
  table and when I came back from the bathroom, someone had taken a bite
  out of it.
  Dispatcher: Was anything else taken?
  Caller: No, but this has happened to me before and I’m sick and tired of it.

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one.
  Caller: Hi, is this the police?
  Dispatcher: This is 911. Do you need police assistance?
  Caller: Well, I don’t know who to call. Can you tell me how to cook a
  turkey? I’ve never cooked one before.

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one. Fire or emergency?
  Called: Fire, I guess.
  Dispatcher: How can I help you sir?
  Caller: I was wondering… ..does the Fire Dept. put snow chains on their
  trucks?
  Dispatcher: Yes sir, do you have an emergency?
  Caller: Well, I’ve spent the last 4 hours trying to put these chains on
  my tires and….well. … do you think the Fire Dept. could come over and
  help me?
  Dispatcher: Help you what?
  Caller: Help me get these chains on my car!

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one. What is the nature of your emergency?
  Caller: I’m trying to reach nine eleven but my phone doesn’t have an eleven on it.
  Dispatcher: This is nine eleven.
  Caller: I thought you just said it was nine-one-one
  Dispatcher: Yes, ma’am nine-one-one and nine-eleven are the same thing.
  Caller: Honey, I may be old, but I’m not stupid.

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one. What’s the nature of your emergency?
  Caller: My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes
  apart.
  Dispatcher: Is this her first child?
  Caller: No, you idiot! This is her husband.

  And the winner is . . . . . .

  Dispatcher: Nine-one-one.
  Caller: Yeah, I’m having trouble breathing. I’m all out of breath.
  Darn…I think I’m going to pass out.
  Dispatcher: Sir, where are you calling from?
  Caller: I’m at a pay phone. North and Foster. Damn……
  Dispatcher: Sir, an ambulance is on the way. Are you an asthmatic?
  Caller: No
  Dispatcher: What were you doing before you started having trouble
  breathing?
  Caller: Running from the police.

• GRRRR...     +0
  Monday, 27 October 2008 at 6:58 am
  

  ALL ABOUT MEN

  Time for some male bashing….. (For a change)…

  Q: What is the difference between men and puppies?

  A: Puppies grow up.

  Q: Why do men always have a stupid look on their faces?

  A: Because they are…

  Q: What do men have in common with ceramic tiles?

  A: Fix them properly once and you can walk all over them forever.

  Q: If you drop a man and a brick out of a plane, which one would hit
  The ground first?

  A: Who cares?????.. …

  Q: What did God say after he created man?

  A: I can do better than this! And then he created woman!

  Q: What’s the difference between an intelligent man & a UFO?

  A: I don’t know, I’ve never seen either.

  Q: What are two reasons why men don’t mind their own business?

  A: i) no mind ii) no business

  Q: What is the difference between men and pigs?

  A: Pigs don’t turn into men when they drink…

  Q: What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?

  A: The same urge that makes dogs chase vehicles they have no
  Intention of driving.

  Q: What do you do with a man who thinks he’s God’s gift?

  A: Exchange him!!

  Q: Why do men like smart women?

  A: Opposites attract.

  Pass this on to some women who need a laugh…
  And to men who can handle it!

• nene     +0
  Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 7:40 pm
  

  grrr,
  nice stories there. any ghost stories to share?

• grrr     +0
  Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 6:49 am
  

  Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life that was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting, she would have friends over soon. There will be sleep-overs, and parties. She was so happy. It’s just the way she wanted her life to be.

  On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, “I want to be popular and I’m going to be, because I just got a date with the star of the team!” To be known in this school you had to have a clout, and dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. “Well I just won’t tell them the entire truth. They won’t know the difference. What’s there to lose?”
  Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, “All right.” Excited, she got ready for the big event. But as she rushed around like she had no sense, she began to feel guilty about all the lies, but what’s a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, and the moonlight ride would have to wait, for Jeff was half drunk by this time.

  But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn’t believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point, but only after he’d smoked another joint.
  They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last, and Jeff started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don’t mean playing football.) “Perhaps my parents were right. Maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?” With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away, “Please take me home, I don’t want to stay.”
  Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the town. “Just let me get home! I’ll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride.”
  Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. “Oh God, Please help us! We’re going to crash!” She doesn’t remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, and heard, “Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!” Voices she heard, a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.

  Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, and if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. “You’ve been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad.” These voices echoed inside her head, as they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said “Jenny, we’ve done all we can do. But it looks as if we’ll lose you too.” “But the people in the other car?” Jenny cried. “We’re sorry, Jenny, they also died.”
  Jenny prayed, “God, forgive me for what I’ve done. I only wanted to have just one night of fun.” “Tell those people’s family, I’ve made their lives dim, and wish I could return their families to them.” “Tell Mom and Dad I’m sorry I lied, and that it’s my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won’t you please tell them that for me?”
  The nurse just stood there. She never agreed. But took Jenny’s hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, “Why didn’t you do your best to bid that girl her one last request?” She looked at the man with eyes so sad. “Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad.”

• grrr     +0
  Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 6:47 am
  

  This is a true story, taken from “Family”
  Read it.. its very long but definitely worth reading…

  Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family.
  Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny’s secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.

  Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us.

  Hubby’s father passed away while he was still very young.
  Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree.
  You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

  I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery.
  Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round.

  As I begged him to put me down, he said: “Lets go fetch mother.”
  Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets.

  Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy.
  I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

  Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.
  For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: “I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can’t eat the flowers!”

  I smiled and said: “Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better.”
  Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: “Mum, this is a city-people’s habit; slowly you will get use to it.”
  Mother stopped saying anything.

  But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure.
  Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.

  Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: “You little fool, just don’t tell her the full price of everything would solve it.”
  There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
  Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.

  In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife?
  At the breakfast table, mother facial _expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice.
  She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.

  As I am a dance teacher in the Children’s Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

  >From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me.
  For example; she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags.

  She would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
  One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and “Bam” she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.

  Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night.
  I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.
  I got mad and asked him: “What did I do wrong?”
  Hubby stared at me and said: “Can’t you just give in to her once? We couldn’t possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?”

  After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.
  During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

  In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the “all important” task of preparing breakfast without any prompting.
  At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife.

  To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
  That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: “LD, is it because you think that mum’s cooking is not clean that’s why you chose not to eat at home?”

  He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.
  After sometime, hubby sighed: “LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?” I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

  The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat.
  I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn’t.
  I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out.

  Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.
  I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn’t mean it.

  We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house.
  Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.
  For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call.

  I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do?
  For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life.

  Finally, a colleague said: “LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor.”
  The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
  Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news.

  Why didn’t hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?
  At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there.
  It had only been three days, but he looked haggard.

  I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn’t resist and called out to him.
  He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn’t know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.

  I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.
  At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: “Darling, I am having your baby!” and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy.
  What I wanted didn’t happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down.

  Why? Why our love couldn’t even withstand the test of one fight?
  Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes.
  I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.
  That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up.

  I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.
  He was removing the money.
  I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.

  What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.
  The next day, I did not go to work.
  I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby.

  I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: “Mr. Tan’s mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital.”
  I stood there in shock.
  I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was _expressionless.

  I looked at mother’s pale white and thin face and I couldn’t control the tears in my eyes.
  My god, how could this happen?
  Throughout the funeral, hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me.
  I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people.

  That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed towards the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside.
  As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her…

  I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if…
  In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

  Hubby moved into mother’s room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe.
  I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in.

  I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
  Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later.
  The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don’t know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

  One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.
  After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes.
  I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.

  The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her.
  He stared back at me, challenging me.
  I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death.
  I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.

  That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother’s death so did our love for each other.
  He did not come home anymore after that.
  Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched -he had returned to take some of his stuff.

  I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.
  I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination.
  My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.

  I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.
  One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room.
  The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke.
  On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper.
  I know what it is all about without even looking at it.

  In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself.
  I looked at him, removed my hat and said: “You wait a while, I will sign.”
  He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
  As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself “You cannot cry, you cannot cry…” my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.

  After I hung up my coat, hubby’s eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy.
  I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull the paper towards me.
  Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.

  “LD, you are pregnant?”
  Since mother’s accident, this is the first time he spoke to me.
  I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops.
  I said: “Yes, but its ok, you can leave now.”
  He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.

  Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket.
  In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them.
  I cannot remember how many times he repeated “sorry” to me, I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can’t.
  In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever.

  We have drawn such deep scares in each other’s heart.
  For me, it’s unintentional; for him, totally intentional.
  I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

  Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don’t take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him.
  >From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.

  Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.
  He had no choice but to sleep in mother’s room.
  At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet.
  This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.

  He has forgotten that last time; I cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what is there between us?
  Hubby’s groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born.
  Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read.

  Bag sand bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full.
  I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions.
  He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.

  It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment.
  He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the journey to the hospital.

  Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.
  Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind:
  In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

  He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.
  Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling.
  I reached out and touched his hand.

  Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor.
  I cried out for him in pain… He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his…
  I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
  Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long.

  I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer?
  Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: “Prepare for his funeral.”
  I disregarded the nurse’s objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

  Hubby’s cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that… the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:

  “Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now… I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.
  But daddy now no longer has that chance.

  Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy’s suggestion… Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through your life journey.
  To be honest, daddy is very happy.

  Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most…”

  >From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
  Hubby has also written a letter for me:

  “My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby…
  My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me…

  These presents, I’m afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging…”

  Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma.
  I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:
  “Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms…”

  He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile.
  Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air.
  I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears slowly rolled down my face…

  …The end…

  Remember this, and keep it to your heart.
  Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going.
  You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying.
  You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you..

• grrr     +0
  Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 6:45 am
  

  PLs. Read

  We all think eating fruits means just buying fruits, cutting it and just popping it into our mouths. It’s not so easy as you think. It’s important to know how and when to eat.

  What is the correct way of eating fruits?
  * IT MEANS NOT EATING FRUITS AFTER YOUR MEALS!
  * FRUITS SHOULD BE EATEN ON AN EMPTY STOMACH.

  If you eat fruit like that, it will play a major role to detoxify your system, supplying you with a great deal of energy for weight loss and other life activities.

  FRUIT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FOOD.
  Let’s say you eat two slices of bread and then a slice of fruit. The slice of fruit is ready to go straight through the stomach into the intestines, but it is prevented from doing so.

  In the meantime the whole meal rots and ferments and turns to acid. The minute the fruit comes into contact with the food in the stomach and digestive juices, the entire mass of food begins to spoil.

  So please eat your fruits on an empty stomach or before your meals!
  You have heard people complaining - every time I eat water-melon I burp, when I eat durian my stomach bloats up, when I eat banana I feel like running to the toilet etc - actually all this will not arise if you eat the fruit on an empty stomach. The fruit mixes with the putrefying other food and produces gas and hence you will bloat!

  Graying hair, balding, nervous outburst, and dark circles under the eyes all these will not happen if you take fruits on an empty stomach.

  There is no such thing as some fruits like orange and lemon are acidic because all fruits become alkaline in our body, according to Dr. Herbert Shelton who did a research on this matter.

  If you have mastered the correct way of eating fruits, you have the secret of beauty, longevity, health, energy, happiness and normal weight.

  When you need to drink fruit juice - drink only fresh fruit juice, NOT from the cans. Don’t even drink juice that has been heated up. Don’t eat cooked fruits because you don’t get the nutrients at all. You only get to taste. Cooking destroys all the vitamins.

  But eating a whole fruit is better than drinking the juice. If you should drink the juice, drink it mouthful by mouthful slowly, because you must let it mix with your saliva before swallowing it.

  You can go on a 3-day fruit fast to cleanse your body. Just eat fruits and drink fruit juice throughout the 3 days and you will be surprised when your friends tell you how radiant you look!

  KIWI: Tiny but mighty. This is a good source of potassium, magnesium, Vitamin E & fiber. Its Vitamin C content is twice that of an orange.

  APPLE: An apple a day keeps the doctor away? Although an apple has a low Vitamin C content, it has antioxidants and flavonoids which enhances the activity of Vitamin C thereby helping to lower the risks of colon cancer, heart attack & stroke.

  STRAWBERRY: Protective Fruit. Strawberries have the highest total antioxidant power among major fruits & protect the body from cancer-causing, blood vessels-clogging free radicals.

  ORANGE : Sweetest medicine. Taking 2 - 4 oranges a day may help keep colds away, lower cholesterol, prevent & dissolve kidney stones as well as lessens the risk of colon cancer.

  WATERMELON: Coolest. Thirst Quencher. Composed of 92% water, it is also packed with a giant dose of glutathione, which helps boost our immune system. They are also a key source of lycopene - the cancer fighting oxidant. Other
  nutrients found in watermelon are Vitamin C & Potassium.

  GUAVA & PAPAYA: Top awards for Vitamin C. They are the clear winners for their high Vitamin C content. Guava is also rich in fiber, which helps prevent constipation. Papaya is rich in carotene; this is good for your eyes.

  Drinking Cold water after meal = Cancer!

  Can U believe this??

  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.
  HEART ATTACK PROCEDURE’: (THIS IS NOT A JOKE!)

  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 10 people, you can be sure that we’ll save at least one life.

  Read this…It could save your life!!

  Let’s say it’s 6.15 pm and you’re driving home. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to radiate out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home.

  Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself.

  HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE’:
  Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness.

  However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest.

  A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again.

  Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm.

  In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital.
  Tell as many other people as possible about this. It could save their lives!!

• grrr     +0
  Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 6:44 am
  

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• grrr     +0
  Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 6:43 am
  

  Trust is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.

  A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, “Public Utilities Board.” There was silence. She repeated, “PUB.” There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady’s voice, “Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband’s pocket but I do not know whose
  number it is.”

  Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just “hello” instead of “PUB”.

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  NO POINTING FINGERS

  A man asked his father-in-law, “Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?”
  The father-in-law answered in a smile, “Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than
  you.”

  We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.

  If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.

  *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

  CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?

  A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested “I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one.” The SDU officer said, “Your requirements, please.” “Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my
  leisure hour, if I don’t go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest.” The officer listened carefully and replied, “I understand you need television.”

  There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.

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  NO OVERPOWERING

  Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that “It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person’s character.”

  It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.

  It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..

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  RIGHT SPEECH !!!

  There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that “A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation.” Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.

  A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,”Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school.” On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, “Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker.” She answered ,”You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you.”

  Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It’s like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.

  ******************************************************************************************************************************************

  PERSONAL PERCEPTION

  Different people have different perception. One man’s meat could be another man’s poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, “Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?”Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, “The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?” Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.

  Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, “How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman.”
  The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, “Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you.” Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.

  It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.

  Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..

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  BE PATIENT ………….

  This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy’s hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

  Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy’s hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, ” Daddy,I’m sorry about your truck.” Then he asked, “but when are my fingers going to grow back?” The father went home & committed
  suicide.

  Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can’t. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

  People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.

• letran fan     +1
  Wednesday, 10 September 2008 at 10:44 am
  

  I just hope the knights will have a good play this afternoon with the lions. Since the start of the 2nd round the knights have been in poor plays. But i think louie alas has trained them well for the lions.

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