Thursday, April 18, 2013

Funny Short Stories about Women

Since my last two entries were very demostrative: Letter to God and Jei's love analogy I think we all deserve to paint our faces with smile. Enjoy Reading

The child and his mother:
A curious child asked his mother: “Mommy, why are some of your hairs turning grey?”

The mother tried to use this occasion to teach her child: “It is because of you, dear. Every bad action of yours will turn one of my hairs grey!”

The child replied innocently: “Now I know why grandmother has only grey hairs on her head.”

Wrong email address:

A couple going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife would meet him the next day.

When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email.

Unfortunately, when typing her address, he mistyped a letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.

When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:

Dearest Wife,
Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

P.S. Sure is hot down here.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Letter To God

My Remorse and Rejoice To Thee

Lord, I remorse
for my heart within has disillusions;
Ashamed because to You I can't conceal my true color
dissimulating my feeling just to look strong.

Lord, to You I cry
for all my blunders and unwise decisions
but give me chance oh God to atone
All my defiance and transgressions

I sometimes blame you everytime I fall
Sometimes  I thought I'm deserted and abandoned
I remorse oh God. I cry.
I forgot, Your Son shouted "It is done" before He died

I pity myself Oh God
for I was clouded by my self-indulged plight;
I remember, Your Son redeemed my life
which I must celebrate it with Your unconditional love

Oh God I rejoice with the hope You give!
for during Autumn and every fall of leaves
has smell of spring for Your covenant I can live
with renewed faith rekindled with Your Spirit

Lord I exult with outstretched arms
for all the mountains of trouble in my heart
without You, I couldn't climb any of these heights
Thank you because You restored my dying life

I may too weak to fathom Your Intentions
but then again- I rejoice, exult and praise You oh Lord
Enliven my soul through Your profound words
For I must not dwell on my ordeals but to You alone

Hear my voice oh God, hear my remorse
from now on and on I celebrate my life with You with great rejoice


Short Story about this Poem

I had my first draft that tackles about my insecurities, hatreds and hostilities of life but I immediately deleted it when I attended a mass in Word for the World Church where all of the attendees are shouting with joy, raising their hands to God and singing with bliss on their faces. That time I felt certain sense of guilt knowing that I am very lucky and blessed.

Yeh It's not a winning poem but let's rejoice and ask no more questions because we are not deaf when Jesus shouted "It is Done" on His cross.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Jei's LOVE Analogy

I am not brave, I'm no Superman, I am just a coward bird.


It's been years since I felt affection in my heart. Time when I let myself in in a cage of love. The immeasurable happiness made me stay being trapped in this florid cell. It's because you. I am here because you my mate.

But like the rainbow in the sky, the feeling gradually grew faint and disappear. Now I'm alone and the dark clouds are getting befriend with the sky. You left me crying. Abandoned with no clear reason. I wanna sing to lessen the pain but how would I open my mouth if every note in the song is a representation of my sorrow? so tell me my mate, tell me.

I guess my left wing is a bit okay now, - quite recovered from a great fall when you left me but I keep on asking why,  Why I'm still afraid to fly?

Other birds are waiting for me to take my flight. Encouraging me to take another try.

But how could I spread my wings if I already forget how to fly?

Saturday, April 6, 2013

PBO : Sound of SOUL

 _______________*  "LET the photos speak and the Music Communicates" *_______________ 

Photos credited to Zai
Kua Mar

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Letter for my DAD

Dear Pa,

Many people keep on saying that every time they look at my face, I am your duplicate of my generation. -"Ang gwapo mo pala nung binata ka, san kaba nag mana?"  hehehe. However, I still consider it as ironic because even though we share almost the same face in different time, we know that we've got only chunk of similarities because of our differences. Coffee is the least example- you love black, I like white.

Pa, I know when I was a kid you were expecting too much from me and there is a life that you want me to live with in my future but gone were the days and I chose to follow my dream and not the person you want me to become, my apologies I am such a prodigal son. But in lieu with your expectation, I am doing my best in my chosen career and I am happy with it.

Seven days from now your age value will again increase hehe and it seems like yesterday when you were teaching us taekwondo together with my cousins. The time you let me run on the field to check if the kite we did was working right, such wonderful summer days. But I also remember those days we were being forced to do some errands which we actually didn't like, times you shouted us every time we mess up, but I still thank you because all of those things and your being disciplinarian have big impact to what kind of person I am now.

God has been very kind to us and I bow my head to Him for the second life He gave to you. I remember the day you were being sent in the hospital because of motor accident, I don't know what to do that time, the doctor says if you did not arrive an hour earlier your condition could be worse and I am very lucky that your lasingerong friends still help you. Pa, maybe you don't know this but during the time I was looking at you sleeping in the hospital- still unconscious from the accident, I laid my finger on your palm and you held it tight. There was a connection between us, tears flowed in my eyes and I said my prayers. That time, I realized that even we have unsymmetrical likes, you have authoritative personality and strong principles, I am still your son and you're my father. I love you.

I live independently now, I generate my own money and I make my own decisions but I want you to know that I still live with your wisdom, the lesson of being a responsible person and not being a liability to someone. I will keep those piled lessons Pa, though quite sometimes, I need also to break some rules for a reason of satisfaction (bad) but don't you worry I am not worst. hehehe

Now that you've totally recovered, I still wish you to have a good health and happy life. Happy Birthday.

Please keep loving Mama like your youngest years together.

YOur Son na Pasaway,