For mE ReaL LOVE is..

Real love for me is seeing the person happy with or with out you in their life. You don't have to be always there to make them happy and if its not you who can make them happy then set them free. Being with someone whom can't make you happy is more lonely than being alone. Setting someone free in your heart or leaving the people whom you really love is not being hard or selfish, for me it's the right thing to do and it would be the best for the both of you. My point here is: 

-if the one you love, loves someone else just let go don't run after someone who love's another one it could only hurt you and the other person involve.

At first it would be really sad for you because letting someone go in your life is not really easy as what you think. Not seeing them again, not doing the usual things you do and finally the mere fact that your out of his life will really hurt you but if you really love him what makes him happy would make you realize that what you did was great. 

One thing I always put in mind is 

"If someone is in a relationship, respect their status don't be the reason why they end up being single"

I know you love her.. just go that would really hurt but if that really makes you happy I will be happy too. I have done that twice in my life(letting go of someone special), I know I can do it again. I know you wont notice if I decided to go. I respect your happiness and more enough I respect you. Always be happy.. I hope we could always still be friends.. :D :D :D

Birthday Wish List

I don't like expensive gifts as what many other people wants. I just want to be with the best people on my birthday. I also want something like this ohhh!! hahahaha.. Last year I was able to get my gift (riding a small boat). I hope this year someone could give me a helium baloon for my birthday!! hahahaha.. 

Simple things can always make me happy.

March 04, 2013

Mr. U

I’m not asking you to stay forever in my life. Just stay as long as you like no whys, no hows, no buts, no promises. Basta nandyan ka, it’s more than enough.

-you really make me happy in a way that no any other can. Amping Permi!!! :D

Counting DAYS' !!!! :D

Good Friends will always remember your Birthday with or with out notifications!! :D

WOMAN AND A FORK

From Sandy, author unknown

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live.

Therefore, as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

" What's that?" the Pastor's reply.

"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.

In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'

It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming ... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, What's with the fork?'

Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death.

But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge.

She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket, they saw the cloak she was wearing, and the fork placed in her right hand.

Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?" And over and over, he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.

He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

THE GIFT

Here is a true story about a nine year old boy who lived in a rural town in Tennessee.

His house was in a poor area of the community.  A church had a bus ministry that came knocking on his door one Saturday afternoon.  The kid came to answer the door and greeted the bus pastor.  The bus pastor asked if his parents were home, and the small boy told him that his parents take off every weekend and leave him at home to take care of his little brother.  The bus pastor couldn't believe what the kid said and asked him to repeat it.  The youngster gave the same answer, and the bus pastor asked to come in and talk with him.  They went into the living room and sat down on an old couch with the foam and springs exposed.  The bus pastor asked the kid, "Where do you go to church?"  The young boy surprised the visitor by replying, "I've never been to church in my whole life."  The bus pastor thought to himself about the fact that his church was less than three miles from the child's house.  "Are you sure you have never been to church?" he asked again.  "I sure haven't," came his answer.  Then the bus pastor said, "Well, son, more important than going to church, have you ever heard the greatest love story ever told?", and then proceeded to share the Gospel with this little nine year old boy.  The young lad's heart began to be tenderized, and at the end of the bus pastor's story, the bus pastor asked if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from God.  The youngster exclaimed, "You bet!"  The kid and the bus pastor got on their knees and the lad invited Jesus into his little heart and received the free gift of salvation.  They both stood up and the bus pastor asked if he could pick the kid up for church the next morning.  "Sure," the nine year old replied.

The bus pastor got to the house early the next morning and found the lights off.  He let himself in, snaked his way through the house, and found the little boy asleep in his bed.  He woke up the little boy and his brother and helped get them dressed.  They got on the bus and ate a donut for breakfast on their way to church.  Keep in mind that this boy had never been to church before.  The church was a real big one.  The little kid just sat there, clueless of what was going on.

A few minutes into the service, these tall unhappy guys walked down to the front and picked up some wooden plates.  One of the men prayed and the kid, with utter fascination, watched them walk up and down the aisles.  He still didn't know what was going on.  All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning, it hit the kid what was taking place.  These people must be giving money to Jesus.  He then reflected on the free gift of life he had received just twenty-four hours earlier.  He immediately searched his pockets, front and back, and couldn't find a thing to give Jesus.  By this time the offering plate was being passed down his aisle and, with a broken heart, he just grabbed the plate and held on to it.  He finally let go and watched it pass on down the aisle.  He turned around to see it passed down the aisle behind him.  And then his eyes remained glued on the plate as it was passed back and forth, all the way to the rear of the sanctuary.

Then he had an idea.  This little nine year old boy, in front of God and everybody, got up out of his seat.  He walked about eight rows back, grabbed the usher by the coat and asked to hold the plate one more time.  Then he did the most astounding thing I have ever heard of.  He took the plate, sat it on the carpeted church floor and stepped into the center of it.  As he stood there, he lifted his little head up and said, "Jesus, I don't have anything to give you today, but just me.  I give you me!"


- AUTHOR UNKNOWN -

THE PEARLS

The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five.  Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them:  a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.  "Oh please, Mommy.  Can I have them?  Please, Mommy, please!"

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.  "A dollar ninety-five.  That's almost $2.00.  If you really want them, you can save enough money to buy them for yourself.  Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies.  After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents.   On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill, and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.

Jenny loved her pearls.  They made her feel dressed up and grown up.  She wore them everywhere -- Sunday School, kindergarten, even to bed.  The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.  Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story.  One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"  Oh yes, Daddy.  You know that I love you."  "Then give me your pearls."  "Oh, Daddy, not my pearls.  But you can have Princess -- the white horse from my collection.  The one with the pink tail.  Remember, Daddy?  The one you gave me.  She's my favorite."  "That's okay, Honey.  Daddy loves you.  Good night."  And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"  "Daddy, you know I love you."  "Then give me your pearls."  "Oh Daddy, not my pearls.  But you can have my baby doll.  The brand new one I got for my birthday.  She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."  "That's okay.  Sleep well.  God bless you, little one.  Daddy loves you."  And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style.  As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.  "What is it, Jenny?  What's the matter?"

Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy.  And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace.  With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, Daddy.  It's for you."

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a stand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.  He had had them all the time.  He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.


So like our heavenly Father, what are you  hanging on to?


- WRITTEN BY ALICE GRAY -

TO REMEMBER ME

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.  At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. 

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.  And don't call this my deathbed.  Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.  Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.  Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist.  Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body, and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.  Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat, and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.  If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.  If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.


- WRITTEN BY ROBERT N. TEST -

Never Alone.. :)

“True friends are the ones who never leave your heart, even if they leave your life for awhile. Even after years apart, you pick up with them right where you left off, and even if they go where they'd supposed to.. they're never dead in your heart.”

I never actually know how did this friendship starts, all I know is that time goes by it grows inside my heart. Thanks "EYIN"  for being such a good friend. May God bless you in all your journey and every endeavor that may come in your life. 

I made a TRIPWOW video here.. :)

Thank you for the friendship you have offered, rest assured that I'll treasure it in my heart and will always remember that once in my life, I've known someone like you. 

Never say goodbye because on one sunny day we will meet again

As Long as your heart is at PEACE

I know that being away will always not be easy for me and for my family but I also know that someday they would understand what point I have on my decision today. Last month my friend told me that she was to go abroad that's why she quit her job being a nurse at our Provincial Hospital. She work there for almost 2 years. She was at my age and she graduated as BSBN. I never know what comes to her mind that she quit and sacrifices her job just to go abroad. For me a work abroad is not my priority but that was my second option when I need to have a job. I have a job now and this does not have the foundation I need to assure my families needs. I have a 4th year college brother taking up Accounting and I wanted him to finish his studies. Next sem he would be on his 5th year and last year in college. He's almost there and I know during this last year in college there will be more expenses that the last years. He would be on his OJT this summer and I need to do something for him just to survive. I have a younger sister who graduated as a Social Work but she doesn't have a job for now. She is waiting for the hiring of the 4P's a project of our government where Social Workers is needed to be the guide. My mother is a sewer she suffers back pains and she has some allergies because of our small livestock farm.. Char! hahahaha.. We have Pigs and Chickens in our old house. We grow and care for them for emergency reasons at least when emergency happens we have something to sell and earn. Anyway my father also have a Pension every month and that also helps us a lot.

There are many reason's why I decided to grab the opportunity abroad. I will be assigned in Jordan being a DH, I think this job is really good I do not choose any job as long as it is clean literally (You know what I mean). I also want to earn for my future house.. On this way I can manage to help my mother and my brother to finish his studies as well as I can earn money for my future errands. I want a simple home and a car.. :) be ready for my future family. This 2 years contract would be a great help. After 2 years I will come back and find a real job here in our City. I just want to live and have a simple life. I want to have my own house before I get married. I fine job here in the city will work after my 2 years contract. I know god will guide me trough all this.. Dreams do come true right? hehehehe..

It breaks my heart to go but I know that I'm doing the right thing. For now I am waiting for my ticket for Manila and be bound for Jordan after I finish my medical and got my Visa done. I'm really excited of everything and a bit lonely because I will really miss everything here. But It's God's will for me to be on this stage and he know reserves everything and have something good for my arrival after 2 years. I always trust God for everything! :) :) I know he wont leave me because I always believe in him.. :)

Love Lots.. ROSE.. :)

My Work Life

After my father died I promise to dedicate my life for my family until my brother graduates and completes his college education. At first I never really liked the situation but then there comes a time that I need to give back what my father gave and sacrifices for me. I've been trough many jobs since I was in elementary and I get used to it. One thing I'm not used to is being the only one who has a Job in the family. It's never been easy because I am a person who goes out so often and be with my friends to drink and just to stay out all night. Hahahaha.. That's exactly what I am before my father died. The Last thing that really comes into my mind is his wish at my 21st birthday. He wishes me to become a good girl.. And that hunts me all the time today.

We did not expect that our father will die that soon. Before our graduation comes he leaves. He wishes us to graduate it came true but he did not come. He dies last January 23 2011 because of heart failure due to High blood P reassure. It was hard and until now, everyday that reality hurts. Enough to that, my tears always run trough my cheeks when I spoke or heard about Fathers.

In my younger years I used to sell street foods like ice candy, puto cheese, fried banana and many more I even sell cigars and candy's at our "Bulangan".. hehehe.. I'm happy doing that. I stop working during my High School years because I was more focus on my friends and that triggers my "Laag Session" with my classmates. I started to hang out more often than usual and I even get kicked out of ZSNHS because I failed 4 subjects in my 2nd Year.. Hahahahaha.. Very Bad.. :) I was transfered by my parents to a private school at HCA because it was the only school in our city who accepts students like me. After I graduated high School my fist job was a SUMMER JOB, a project of our mayor every summer to let the youth be motivated to earn money even in summer. It was good but I was assigned in the SLAUGHTER HOUSE. Everyday we clean a pond that's full of water lilies and worms. In front of the pond is a dam with full of animal's shit. I did not get used of the smell at first but as time goes by we are able to eat lunch in front of it. The air is good in there. The job runs for 30 days. After that I started College at St. Columban College taking up BSCS. It was my passion to be in front of a computer someday. I want to teach computer someday.. :) During my breaks on my College days I sell snacks at my father's work place. Every 9am and 3pm, I go home and sell banana cue and ice candy to his workplace and that runs for a year. During the night me and my siblings (ate and kuya) go to his work place to clean every bus that calls us. We clean it so that it will be clean and be ready for passengers boarding the next day. Those tiring moments are our bonding moments. Every First month of the year was there Inventory and for 2 consecutive years I was their writer that job runs for a month. As I love writing I love the Job. Year 2007 a call from my dad's manager changes my whole college moment. I was called to the office and don't know what I did wrong I was really scared that day. But then I was wrong. I was called because a merge of the 2 companies which is the Negros Navigation and the Rural Transit was about to start and I'll be thier cashier. That was a big break for me. That job triggers me to transfer at WMSU and attend night School in college with the same course and ended up 6 years in college hahaha. Since I was a scholar in our school until I graduate. My father pay's just almost 2thou or lower every sem. The bad thing about having a job in your college for me is that I go out every night, and get scolded everyday. Hahahaha.. Whenever the pays out I go with my friends and drank. That job lasted 2 years and 7 months. I receive a fake money worth 2000 and resigned after I finish paying the said amount. My father was really happy that day because he wants me to stop working and focus on my study more. After 3 months I was hired by Jolibee foods Corporation to become thier staff. I was assigned in the pantry station and got new friends. I stay the same until I ended up my contract. I have so many friends at Jolibee and until now the managers recognizes me because of my "kasipat" as they always say. I was a real drunkard when I was in college. hahahaha.. I ought to go to new places every month. Today I realize that If I stay at home after every duty I was able to say to my family what I wanted to say now. I focus on my studies when my OJT starts. I don't have any job after February 2010. My father wants me to focus on my studies which was really hard for me. Hahahaha.. I got my OJt at PNB. I am the only WMSU student who pass the interview. We are 3 who applied on that establishment. After that I focus on my studies until I graduated college. By the way I gave up all vices I have when my father died. That was a promise I made before he leave, which was his wish during my 21st birthday.

After I graduated College I apply for work, my old manager Mam Lina wants me to be in the company and she keeps on calling me but that time I think that it would be better for me to start a new job. I know She understands me until now she wanted me to work their but I refuse for I know that God still have plans for me. I apply every job openings I see 3 of them called for interview and I choose to be on the Firstpage Websearch Company to be a writer. I love writing poems during my younger days. That way I expressed what I feel. I love to read books and be on a computer all day. That's why I really love this job even it's hard. Writing articles is confusing and sometimes frustrating when you don't know what to start at first. I was assigned in CDO when they opened a branch there but comes back to Pagadian when the branch closes and filed bankruptcy. My stay in CDO is really great together with Ellyn, Hara and Joanne the 4 months stay is really worth while. After then I came back here in Pagadian and stayed for almost 6 months. I am now on my 1 year and 9 months in the company and this company really helps my family because it was my first job when I graduated and the one who support my family for almost my existence here in the company.

..another phase of my life is coming soon.. :)

Being A friend

Being a friend is really easy and with out any much effort you can always have one but being a good one is really hard to do. All effort must do because real friends will never leave you when trouble comes.

Just have read this message from a blog.. Just wanna share it with you.. :)

How can you tell if someone is a real friend?

A lot of people will SAY that they are your friend. But just because they say it, that doesn’t mean it’s believable. If they really are a friend, they will SHOW it.

What really matters, more than what you say, is what you do to the people you say you care about.

Real friends will show you that they want you. If they actually like you, they will take the initiative to seek you out, because they enjoy your company. Even simple, casual contact, phone calls and IMs show you that they want to be around you.

Real friends will show you, in word and action, that they respect you. They will show you to your face… and they will show it behind your back, too.

Even when you are not present, they will not say anything negative about you to others, or do anything that communicates a lack of respect for you.

Real friends will defend your honor.

Real friends will show respect for the things that are important to you, even if those things are not important to them. They will refrain from making derogatory comments about the beliefs and people you cherish.

Real friends will honor important milestones with you. They respect your significant events, places and people.

No one else but you is responsible for your feelings, but real friends will notice your feelings. They let you know that your feelings matter to them. They show you that it occurs to them to wonder how you might feel, and that they care. They know you well enough to sense how you feel.

Real friends share their important feelings with you, because they want you in their lives. Pseudo-friends continually shut you out, which tells you that they don’t want you or trust you.

Real friends allow you to care about them, and for them.

Real friends value you for more than your skill set. They value you for your character: for who you are, not just for what you can do.
Real friends give you room for failure. They do not devalue you for being imperfect.

Real friends are dependable. When you need them, real friends are there for you. And they trust that when they need you, you will be there for them, too.

Are you a real friend? I try my best to be one.

Are you blessed to have real friends, like I am? I hope so.


..to say that I may not be the best but I will always be REAL.. :)

Never Trust Someone Who Follows the Directions of the Wind

One thing I learned about what happen this fast few days is to never allow yourself to trust somebody who always change their sail just where ever the wind blows. This lesson is all about Friendship.. as time goes by and as we get older we learn that not all we know as FRIENDS really care for us. There are some we call as friends but never really were. I know this girl for a while and notices that she has deepest secrets, I never thought that what I think and observe from her is really true. I was amazed by here presence in my life because she was all good but then suddenly came that day that all I want to do is to ask what did I do to her? Did I say something bad? Or shall I say do something not good to her? I may not be always a good friend to everybody because not all people can understand the way I think and do but what is good about me is I never allow my friends or any relationship to gone bad just because of some issues that aren't really there. 

Think before you react 

Do you really know what happened or your just listen to what others tell you?

I don't really like her attitude towards others but at the same time she is my co-worker and we must still have a good relationship towards work and that leaves everything there at work. Outside our work is another story. But for the friendship I care since we meet in college is not really reasonable to end that way or I don't know if we can still be one. I value everything even the smallest part of my life that's why I always end up hurting. For the other girl I thought as my friend a good officemate I really THANK YOU for a longest time, I know now who you really are. You're not really a good one because you follows the direction of the wind. I know you for the longest but to think that you do such a horrible thing like that is never beyond my expectation. I always expect you to be good at everything and since you are older than me you know everything that would probably kill a relationship between 2 people or friends. How come? That become a big question for me now. You always chat me whenever I stat something bad and make me think that you just care for me that's why you asked. But now? You make me think what's really the reason behind all of those asking moments. Is it bothering you? Am I? I won't ask you something for now because maybe I'm not ready or my heart and self is not really ready to ask those simple things. Someday on my own I will know what's the reason behind of everything you have caused me. I never have any reason to ask nor to be angry at the first 2 because at some point I did have some mistakes too and I honestly admit that. It's not my problem if someone is not OK with my attitude because that's fine with me as I can't please any body and I accept that fact. 

I am what I am 

Yes I admit that I have some attitude that not everyone could understand but that's not really bothers me. Everyone does that and it's up to them if they run their sails with you or not. Everyone has their deepest secrets but not everyone can accept that but your real friends will. I am proud of what I become. I am the person who doesn't really care about everything. If I don't like you then don't expect me to talk to you every minute. Common sense is the matter. If the person doesn't want you in the first place then there action speaks and you have to observe it. 

In this life we don't need to please everybody and we have to accept the fact that not everyone will like and accept our attitude. We do not live in this world alone that's why friends are there. We must take care of the bond we have. As my father always say never trust any body who change their friends once in a while, they will never last as well as they can't be trusted. They are molded that way and we can do nothing about it. It's either you tell them what's wrong with them or they noticed it on their own but failed to see what's wrong with it. I may not be a good friend for everybody, but I will be for someone who deserves to have the respect and companionship I have.


..and by the way.. I cried because I expected too much from you.. 

#2nd Death anniversary

I miss you when something good happens, because you’re the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you’re the one that understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.

-Hey.. Pang how are you up there, it's been 2 years since we didn't see each other's face. I hope you are well right now. You know how I wanted to tell you sorry for not being a good child when you are still alive. I admit my mistakes of being such a jerk for not following all your teachings towards life. Now I am old enough and your teachings are in my heart. Having you as our dad is really great. I never known such an awesome man like you in this life. To the fact that you did not complete your education because of poverty yet you still manage to give us everything we want. Your courage and dedication towards your family really makes me feel proud about you. I still remember that when you scold me once you let me read the whole book of PROVERBS then i cried. Today I read those quotes whenever I feel sad and remember all the things about you. Yes as they say I am the most bitter person when you died, to the fact that I am the eldest and I have all the responsibilities towards our family. I don't understand it at first, I asked God why these things happen but for now I understand that's it's my turn to return the things and all you have sacrificed for us. I may not tell you or let you  feel loved when you are alive, now I'm giving it all to Mama, ate, kuya and Meme. I will not let you regret about what you believe in me. I know I can do this.. Someday I can manage to ask questions on why you leave us so early. 

 

Thank you pang for always believing in me. I know that all of them start to lose their belief that I can graduate after 6 years in college but you did. I will always thank you for the patience you have in me. For every encouragement whenever I fall and for the unconditional love you have shared. I really hope to meet a man somewhat like you. God bless us a great father that we did not regret of having. You being a husband and a family man is also great. You are a dedicated husband as well as a loving father. I never remember even once in my life that you put your hands on me. The best thing that I remember in you was when my 21st birthday falls. When you wish in front of my friends the best of me and you wish me to be a good girl. I never thought that it would be my last birthday with you. I never expect of losing you either. I always wish that wherever you are right now you are at peace and always happy. Don't worry about us, I will take care of our family as long as I can. I will never leave there side as always and I will do my best just to keep the bound between us who are alive.

 

..you will always remain to be my first LOVE.. Love Lots.. Manang.. :)

 

Dear Mr. Unpredictable

THANK YOU...  for always making my day bright and for the smile you add to my life.. I know someday we will part ways because we tend to find our dreams, still I will always treasure all the memories we had. :p amping olwiz.. hahahaha..