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Wednesday, January 12, 2005


   Here's another one....

The Cookies


A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left; she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he's also rude, why he didn't even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, and then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.


BOX OF KISSES


Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he was furious when the child tried to decorate a box.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.

He yelled at her,” Don’t you know when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside it? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty, I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for many years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family or God. Even our pets!
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold than love.


DEWA MATA!!





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   STORIES AGAIN.......
BRING ME THE FLOWERS

what true love means....

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a
little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question,
if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper
with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear,

"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories
to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for
your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour offlowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you
more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I conntinue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure





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Monday, January 10, 2005


   to brighten up your day

Hope you'll like these:

FARMER JOE

Farmer Joe decided his injuries from his recent accident were serious enough to take the trucking company responsible for the accident to court. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning farmer Joe.
"Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, that you were fine?"
''Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the--"
''I didn't ask for any details,'' the lawyer interrupted. ''Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, that you were fine?"
''Well I had just got Bessie into the trailer and was driving down the road--''
''Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.''
By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Farmer Joe's answer and told the lawyer so.
''Well," said the farmer, "as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear old Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked at me. He said, “Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot her. How are you feeling?”


THE MEXICAN MILLIONAIRE

A Mexican man becomes an instant millionaire after winning the lottery.
With his newfound wealth, he decides on exactly what he will buy. He buys a 20 acre plot of land in Mexico and hires an architect.
"I want mi casa to be built right there, with big columns in front, and a marble foyer, and at the end of the hall I want a halo statue." The architect, excited about making mega bucks off this man, jots down exactly what the Mexican wants, “I’ll do it sir, I'll make this a fine house for you!"
All the plans are made and the architect starts construction. He searches six different countries to find exquisite columns for the front of the house and has marble shipped in from France to line the foyer.
The only problem he has is that he cannot locate a halo statue. Knowing that religious symbols are important to many Mexicans, he continues to search high and low for month after month. The house is finally complete, but alas, the architect was never able to locate a halo statue.
Swallowing his pride for not being able to complete the order, he takes the Mexican to see his new home.
"Si Senor!" exclaims the Mexican. "You got da columns in front of mi casa!" The architect smiles. They enter the house and the Mexican notices the marble floor. "Wonderful! I love mi new marble floor Senor!" states the Mexican as he wanders down the hall. He reaches the end of the hall and looks puzzled.
"Senor? Where is my halo statue?" asks the Mexican. "Well, sir, I'm afraid to have to tell you this, but I searched high and low and just could not for the life of me figure out what a halo statue is, much less find one for you anywhere," says the architect, hanging his head in shame.
"What? You don't know what a halo statue is?"
"No, sir, I'm sorry, I do not know," replies the architect.
"You know," says the Mexican, "it's that thing that goes 'ringy dingy' and you pick it up and say, 'halo? statue?"


THE LAST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN

On the last day of kindergarten, all the children brought presents for their teacher.
The florist's son handed the teacher a gift. She shook it, held it up and said, "I bet I know what it is — it's some flowers!"
"That's right!" shouted the little boy.
Then the candy storeowner's daughter handed the teacher a gift. She held it up, shook it and said, "I bet I know what it is — it's a box of candy!"
"That's right!" shouted the little girl.

The next gift was from the liquor storeowner's son. The teacher held it up and saw that it was leaking. She touched a drop with her finger and tasted it. "Is it wine?" she asked.
"No," the boy answered.
The teacher touched another drop to her tongue. "Is it champagne?" she asked.
"No," the boy answered.
''What is it?"
"A puppy!"

THE WORM

A game warden sped up to a man peacefully fishing in his boat where a sign read "No Fishing."
"Don't you see the no fishing sign?" asked the game warden.
"Yes, I see it," the man said calmly.
"Do you know I can fine you for breaking the law?" the warden asked angrily.
"But sir, I am not breaking the law," the man declared.
"If you are not fishing, then what are you doing?" the warden asked sarcastically.
"Well, I am teaching my worm how to swim!"


HASH(0x8d54e00)
goddess of snow loving and playful, though a bit
distant


Which goddess or magic are YOU?(Anime pics)plz rate
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HASH(0x8adffa4)
Akane..*^.^*


Which RANMA GIRL CHARACTER ARE YOU?
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nick
Nick is interested in you....
he is from my RO fanfiction... and he is older
brother of Joey who is pretty shy and
sweet.....
he loves showing off and hanging out with new
people... he would be a little pervert but he
will care for you if you are in big trouble
with his sword.....(he is a knight in RO)
well congrats......^O^


@Blind date with one of my fanfic boys@(girls only; results with anime pics)
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Saturday, January 8, 2005


   JINX
I was just a bit clumsy yesterday. I got my left foot sprained. And that's because of my stupid shoes which i left downstairs and accidentally stepped on it. That's not the first time I cried while laughing at the same time. I'm always like that, looking crazy. I don't have anything to say now. I don't even have a good story to share. So, see yah all the next time i post. Good day minna-san! \m/^_^\m/ SUGOI!




Here are my quiz results for today:
HASH(0x8e2bb80)
You are a Chinese/Asian Dancer. You are the
smartest in the party, you have a beautiful
creative mind and you like to use it to help
your loved ones, you care a lot about your
friends and you try always to protect them and
give them advice. Your ideal man is the one
with a strong determined character, you like to
feel safe with him.


What kind of dancers are you? (Girls only)
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HASH(0x8aa20f0)
Your Hidden Power Is:
Earthly


You are sort of childish yet brave. If you get
pissed off you become a very strong fighter.
You hate seeing the earth die and you use your
special powers to save the earth from becoming
hell. You are loved by many and hated by few
but you only despise those that try and destroy
your wonderful earth.

Gem Stone:Emerald Eye Color:Lime
Green Hair Color:Brown with green on the
bottom tips and it is shoulder length flipped
out.

Quote:I tear my heart open. I sew my
self shut. My weakness is that i care to much.
And our scars remind us that the past is real.
I tear my heart open just to feel.


What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.
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flute
You are a flute. You are social and like to take
your chances. You like to spread your wings and
expirience new things. You are high in spirit.
You also like to talk to many people about your
views.


(BEAUTIFUL anime pics) What is your soft toned intrument?
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love at first sight
You're liking this guy...a lot! Don't try to deny
it!


The dark of night (Girls only plz) Cool Pics!
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Friday, January 7, 2005


   Missed you all!!!


Ei, read this one:
E-Mail Errors..

It's wise to remember how easily this wonderful technology can be misused,sometimes unintentionally, with serious consequences.

Consider the case of the Illinois man who left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a
business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day.

When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory.

Unfortunately, he missed one 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 e-mail, 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.
PS. Sure is hot down here.



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Sunday, January 2, 2005


Akemashite Omedetou!!!
One beautiful December evening Huan Cho and his girlfriend Jung Lee were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon, when Huan Cho said "Hey baby, let's play Weeweechu."

"Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon" said Jung Lee.

"Oh, c'mon baby, let's play Weeweechu. I love you and it’s the perfect time," Huan Cho
Begged.

"But I rather just hold your hand and watch the moon."

"Please Jung Lee, just once play Weeweechu with me."

Jung Lee looked at Huan Cho and said, "OK, we'll play Weeweechu."

Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and they both sang...

"Weeweechu a merry Christmas, Weeweechu a merry Christmas, Weeweechu a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year :))




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Monday, December 27, 2004


   I'm back!!!

I need a break! I'm supposed to relax and enjoy my vacation but of course I can't do that. Papers and Exams are waiting for me. I have to finish this and that. I have to review this and that. I'm getting dizzy with all the works. I want to finish them all 3 days before classes begin again. I get nervous thinking of the left days. Well, I have to seek help from God. I know He's gonna help me. Here's another story hope you'll like this one.

The Man Without a Face

Years ago a hardworking man took his family from New York State to Australia to take advantage of a work opportunity there. Part of this man's family was handsome young son who had aspirations of joining the circus as a trapeze artist or an actor. This young fellow, biding his time until a circus job or even one as a stagehand came along, worked at the local shipyards which bordered on the worse section of town. Walking home from work one evening this young man was attacked by five thugs who wanted to rob him.

Instead of just giving up his money the young fellow resisted. However they bested him easily and proceeded to beat him to a pulp. They mashed his face with their boots, and kicked and beat his body brutally with clubs, leaving him for dead. When the police happened to find him lying in the road they assumed he was dead and called for the Morgue Wagon.

On the way to the morgue a policeman heard him gasp for air, and they immediately took him to the emergency unit at the hospital. When he was
placed on a gurney a nurse remarked to her horror, that this young man no longer had a face.

Each eye socket was smashed, his skull, legs, and arms fractured, his nose
literally hanging from his face, all is teeth were gone, and his jaw was almost completely torn from his skull.

Although his life was spared he spent over year in the hospital. When he finally left his body may have healed but his face was disgusting to look at. He was no longer the handsome youth that everyone admired. When the young man started to look for work again he was turned down by everyone just on account of the way he looked. One potential employer suggested to him that he join the freak show at the circus as The Man
Who Had No Face. And he did this for a while. He was still rejected by everyone and no one wanted to be seen in his company.

He had thoughts of suicide. This went on for five years. One day he passed a church and sought some solace there. Entering the church he encountered a priest who had saw him sobbing while kneeling in a pew. The priest took pity on him and took him to the rectory where they talked at length. The priest was impressed with him to such a degree that he said that he would do everything possible for him that could be done to restore his dignity and life, if the young man would promise to be the best Catholic he could be, and trust in God's mercy to free him from his torturous life. The young man went to Mass and communion every day, and after thanking God for saving his life, asked God to only give him peace of mind and the grace to be the best
man he could ever be in His eyes. The priest, through his personal contacts was able to secure the services of the best plastic surgeon in Australia. They would be no cost to the young man, as the doctor was the priest's best friend.

The doctor too was so impressed by the young man, whose outlook now on life, even though he had experienced the worse was filled with good humor and love. The surgery was a miraculous success. All the best dental work was also done for him. The young man became everything he promised
God he would be. He was also blessed with a wonderful, beautiful wife, and many children, and success in an industry which would have been the furthest thing from his mind as a career if not for the goodness of God and the love of the people who cared for him. The young man was and is……Mel Gibson.



A crossover pic of Chi with Sakura Kinomoto and Keroberos. Really cute, neh?





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Tuesday, December 21, 2004


   BE A FRIEND

I feel great today. Many good things happened to me today. I wasn't able to get online these past few days because of my projects. Anyway, I'm having fun reading nad thought of sharing it with you. Here's the first one. I'm so touched with the story, hope you'll like this.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! " He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a
problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.



MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

QUIZZES!!!!
girly
you are a.. CUTE vampire. you are sweet and kind,
and do not wish to hurt any one. you get along
more with mortals than other vampire's the
classic vampires despise you. other wise you
are pretty easy to get along with. you love
animals and get along well with the
"lustful" vampires well you sometimes
regret the fact that you are a vampire and
watch out...if you pent up your urges to
long...it will all come out one way or another.
you should follow your instincts more. you are
sweet and cute.


what kind of vampire are you?(hellsing pics)
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light fairy
You are like the light fairy. She beleives only in
comfort and happiness. She ahs the power to
make people happy and comfortable in the
darkest of times. She loves all beings equally,
but when she is not needed, she can also be
annoying, she follows people, and is too much
of a goody goody, and can drive people
nuts!!!!!!!! That is all the major things about
the Light fairy. can you relate to some of
them? You probably can, because that is what
this quiz is for!


**The ultimate Fairy quiz**(anime pics!) for girls, but if you are a guy you can take it too! !**being improved more**!
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Chamomile Tea
Chamomile Tea...
You are Chamomile Tea.
Your an original! Helpful to anyone in need and
always willing to lend a hand, you take action
but not through violence, people listen to you
for you have a knack for giving wonderful
advice! Many look up to you and you try your
best not to let them down. You have many
friends steadfast or no who consider themselves
lucky to be near you. You may have been hurt in
the past but you dont let that stand in your
way! You have a wonderful outlook on life and
try to see the good in people which is an
awesome gift!


What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-}
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beautiful winged angel
You have an innocent love. You haven't been through
it and you are a twindge of a hopeless romantic
in you. You are very sweet and kind. Boys are
probably dreaming to get you as their girl!^_^


*UPDATED* What kind of love are you? ( COOL anime pics)
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What Witch Hunter Robin Character Are You?
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Thursday, December 16, 2004


   Inspirational

Phew! At last! I've finished posting comments in your sites. I feel good already. Hey, read this one. This is great.

Are You An Angel?


Sometimes God will speak to you in ways you won’t instantly recognize. But listen with your heart and you will hear His message.

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible study. The pastor had shared a story about listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice. The young man couldn’t help wondering, “Does God still speak to people?”

After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the Pastor’s message. The young man’s companions talked about how God had led them in different ways. But he had nothing to share.
It was about 10 p.m. when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, “God…if you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.”
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought: Stop and buy a gallon of milk.

He shook his head and said out loud, “God, is that you?” He didn’t get a reply and started on toward home. But the thought surfaced in his mind again: Buy a gallon of milk.

The young man remembered Samuel and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

“Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, “Turn down that street.” This is crazy, he thought, and drove on past the intersection.

Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, “Okay, God, I will.” He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The shops were closed and most of the houses looked dark, like it occupants were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, “Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.”

The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the residents were either gone, or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. “Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.”

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.. Finally, he opened the door, “Okay God, if this is your wish, I will knock at that house and will give the milk to its occupants. If you want me to look crazy, fine. I want to be obedient, I guess that will count for something. But if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.”

The bewildered young man walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some voice inside. Then a man yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?” Then the door opened before the young man could get away. A guy in his 30s was standing there in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look in his face and he didn’t seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.

“What is it?”

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk. “Here, I brought this to you.” The man took the milk without a word and rushed down the hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her, holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face too.
He began speaking and half crying, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.”
His wife emerged from the kitchen and spoke: “I asked him to send an angel with some…Are you an angel?”
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put it in the man’s hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.





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Wednesday, December 15, 2004


   Belated Happy B-day to me.....=))
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I was supposed to post this on my birthday but I wasn't able to get online. I saw this in a magazine and got the idea of sharing this to you. Hope you'll like this one.
The Trouble With Being Born

I was still sleeping when the phone rang. I didn’t pick up because I didn’t want to exchange pleasantries on my birthday.

Thank God for answering machines: I am not at home right now or I’m in a very bad mood. Leave a message. Beep Beep Beeeeeeep.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday happy birthday…”

I will not have that obscene greeting left on my machine so I pick up.

“I knew you were still there,” said my early morning annoying caller.

“What do you want?”

“Are you bringing cake and ice cream to the office?”

“NO! Leave me alone so I can get back to what I was doing.”

“What were you doing?”

“Slashing my wrists.”

“So, how old are you today?”

“Good-bye.”

I put on my pants, pulled a shirt over my nightshirt, slipped into my espadrilles and left my apartment. I wasn’t going to the office because:

1)I was too broke to treat everyone to cake and ice cream.

2)I hated turning another year older.

3)I forgot to brush my teeth.

I wanted to share my misery with the person partly responsible for my having been born. I decided to go visit my father.

“What brings you here so early,” he greeted me over breakfast.

“I needed to blame someone,” I said, a bit hurt that he had forgotten it was my birthday.

“Did you bring cake?” he asked.

He remembered! I brightened.

“I wanted to find out what kind you wanted,” I said.

“The usual,” he said.

I went out and bought lemon chiffon cake and ice cream.

“Where’s the pancit?” my father asked. Noodles symbolized long life for the birthday celebrant.
I bought chicken instead.
Chicken means being afraid.
Chicken out means to give up because you are afraid.
Chickenpox is a disease which gives you high temperature and red spots that itch.

“How are you going to spend your birthday?” my father asked. “Bet you’re going out with your friends and have a good time.”

Yeah.

He gave me a whole bag of Lifesavers which a relative had sent from the States, and then he settled down in his divan for an afternoon nap.

Bonding over, I decided to get a haircut.


Normally, I would call first to make an appointment, but since it was my birthday, I thought fate would be more accommodating.
When I arrive, Luc, my hairdresser was busy with a client.

“Be with you in a minute,” she said, and instructed an assistant to shampoo my hair. The assistant studied my dry boring hair-do and asked: “Would you like to color your hair?”

“No.”

“What about henna?”

“No.”

“Perhaps a hot oil treatment?”

“No.”

“Manicure?”

“No.”

“Pedi—“

“NO!”

Luc finally came around and did her thing: Snip-snip-slip! She had accidentally nipped my ear.

“Is it bleeding?” I asked.

“I can’t really see,” she said.

So what was she doing holding a sharp instrument inches from my head?

“Does it hurt?” she asked really concerned.

“Nah,” I said bravely, “It’s just a nip.”

She continued to cut my hair and I continued to pretend I was reading a magazine. When her assistant was rinsing my hair, she asked, “And what happened to your ear?”
I pretended not to hear.
“It’s bleeding,” she shouted through the gurgle of spraying water.

I felt like Vincent Van Gogh. All I needed was a picture. Or a song…Starry starry night!

I decided to renew my driver’s license. I went to the nearest Land Transportation Office. I asked the information desk where I could have my license renewed.
The man looked at my license and said, “Happy birthday.” Then he asked me for P30 because I had lost the true copy of my four-year-old receipt. It was P30 or an affidavit of loss which not only takes time, it costs more than P30.
I waited with the other drivers for my turn to have my picture taken. Good thing I got a haircut! I didn’t want to get stuck with a bad hair day picture for the next four years. Think of all those traffic cops asking to see my license and snickering when they see my picture.

I was so concerned about posing without showing my double chin, I ended up looking like a criminal. Of course, the LTO man refused to re-shoot me.

I was busy figuring out how I could lose the license and get another picture taken I drove pass a red light.

Of course a traffic cop was waiting for me. He motioned for me to pull over.

“That was a red light,” he said and asked to see my license. I gave him the newly typed-out receipt. He took one look at the issue date and my birth date and smiled.

“So, how old are you today?”

I burst into tears.


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