The Best Divorce Letter Ever!

Dear Wife,

I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell. ... Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.

Your EX-Husband

P.S. don’t try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life! ——

Dear Ex-Husband,

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It’s true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping. Too bad that doesn’t work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’ Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me. So take care.

Signed,
Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell & Free!

P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that’s not a problem!

YOU FOR ME by Johnny Gill

Verse 1.
It seems like forever
That I have waited for you
In a world of disappointment
One thing is true
God has blessed me
And hes blessed you too
In a world of lonely people
Ive found you.

Chorus:
Take my hand
And hold me close
And dont let me go.
You for me
And me for you
Together well make one

Verse 2.
We were once strangers
All by ourselves
Living, living alone
With no one else
But here we are
And its so, so sweet
God must have done this
Made you for me
And oh.

Chorus:
Take my hand
Hold me close
Dont let go.
You for me
Me for you
Together well make one.

Bridge:
We were always sleeping
On the first thing weve start
Dreaming, dreaming some love
Wondering where you are
How blessed I am
That Ive found you
Now that youre here
I pray to say I do
Oh.

(Chorus twice)

Just A Thought

May mga panahong nagtatanong ako sa sarili ko kung kanino ako tatakbo. Sana'y akong ako ang laging tinatakbuhan... Sana'y ako na ako ang nagbibigay payo... Sana'y ako na ako ang makikinig sa mga problema... Madalas akong napapa-isip; Kung ako ang may problema, sino ang tatakbuhan ko? Sino ang magbibigay payo sa akin? Sino ang handang manahimik at makikinig sa akin?
Maaaring sabihin na andyan naman ang Diyos na handang tumulong at makinig. Sasabihin N'ya kung ano ang dapat mong gawin. Ipapahayag N'ya ito sa iyo.
Tama! S'ya lang ang magiging kanlungan ko. Subalit minsan, gusto ko ring may yayakap sa akin... o kahit tapik lang sa balikat, pwede na... But God is really great! Hindi N'ya ako iniwan kahit kailan!

MGA TRIP!!!

Baguio Sceneries

Pakinggang mabuti ang boses... hahaha!




People and Places...

MY Vacation 2011

Huling Hirit Sa Tag-init!!!

"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens..." Ecclesiastes 3:1

As others are saying, even good things must come to an end... Pero hindi ko pwedeng pabayaang matapos ito ng hindi man lang ako humuhirit ng kahit isang pagkakataon para lubus-lubusin na ang aking bakasyon.

When: May 10-11 are the dates to remember.
Where: At ate Jheng's crib
Who: everybody was invited(kung hindi ako nagkakamali, nai-broadcast ko pa yata sa FB at twitter ito! xD)

It was unforgettable. Ang daming pictures!(hindi ko nga lang mai-post lahat... :P)Gusto kong magpasalamat kay Ate Jheng. Salamat sa lahat-lahat! Thanks for accepting me and Toots into your home. Isa ka sa mga kaibigang kahit kelan, di ko malilimutan. Hindi ko naranasan na magkaroon ng ate pero dahil sa yo, naranasan ko na magkaroon ng mabait na ate. Salamat talaga...



"Ang kaibiga'y nagmamahal sa lahat ng panahon, at sa kagipita'y kapatid na tumutulong." Kawikaan 17:17

Gusto ko ring magpasalamat kay AnJ! Salamat sa pag-effort na maki-join. Alam ko kung gaano kahirap mag-commute na mag-isa at medyo gabi na. Sayang at hindi nakasama si Hayze. AnJ, na-appreciate ko ang pagdating mo. Sobrang saya ko talaga nang makita kita! Kahit nilamok ako sa kakahintay sa iyo sa labas ng bahay nina ate Jheng, okay lang... At kinabukasan, nong umalis ka kasi kelangan mong bumalik ng Manila ng maaga, napa-iyak ako. Medyo matagal-tagal kasi bago tayo magkita ulit. Salamat ng marami...



Mga sexy models ng towels!!! Bili na po kayo!!! xD

Thank you rin sa mga tsikiting ni Ate Jheng! Lagi kayong maging mabait at ipagpatuloy ninyo ang pag-aaral ng mabuti. Miss na miss ko rin kayo...



Godwin and Cheska with Toots!


And finally, I want to thank Dai and Dong for making my huling hirit so memorable. Alam ninyo, I really felt so special. Hindi ko inaasahan na dadating kayo kasi alam ko naman kung gaano kayo ka-busy at isa pa, ang layo ng kina ate Jheng pero dumating pa rin kayo. It was a very good surprise. Thanks! :-)






Eto pa ang isa sa mga highlight ng Huling hirit!!! Susrmaryang Katilpo! Natatawa pa rin ako sa kabalbalang ginawa ko dito!!! xD



Hanu ba yan???!!! xD

Here is another one by Diva with the special participation of ate Jheng! xD



All in all, I really had fun! Sana kayo din... Had a serious talk on our way back to Manila. Sa totoo lang, di na kami nakapag-paalam ng maayos ni ate Jheng baka kasi magka-iyakan pa! Ang babaw pa naman ng luha ko sa mga ganyan.

If I have the power to turn back time, I would like to go back to that day and I would like to live it again and again kasi doon ako naging masaya...

Para lang akong nanaginip...
Babalik ako... Pagbalik ko, I want to see everybody again...

The Worth Of A Virgin

Honestly, it was one of the most disgusting stories I’ve heard in the news for a long time, and I wouldn’t want to spread it if it didn’t make an important point. A young woman is auctioning off her virginity on the Internet to pay for her education. The bidding is now up to 3.4 million dollars.

I’m Ron Hutchcraft, and as depraved as that sounds, it tells us something—that virginity is a highly valued treasure. God tells us in the Bible that a virtuous woman is “worth far more than rubies.” And remaining sexually pure is actually a destiny issue in our lives. The Bible says, ”It is God’s will (this is part of God’s big plans for you) that you should be sanctified (that means kept special) that you should avoid sexual immorality” (1 Thessalonians 4:3 ).

My grandson collects baseball cards. He’s being coached by our son who learned to invest in baseball cards with the savvy of a high-yield stock trader. And here’s what he’s teaching a young collector: take good care of the cards that are rare. They are the most valuable. Well, that’s true of most things. If you’re a young person or a parent these days, you know how someone who’s keeping sex special gets badgered, “You’re a virgin? What’s wrong with you?” They make you feel weird.

Listen, if you’re guarding your virginity; you’re saving sex for a lifetime marriage partner, you are not weird. You’re rare and valuable, and the less there are like you, the more valuable you become. Purity is a treasure to be guarded, and sex is too beautiful to give away cheap. Keep it special.

(This is from the Ron Hutchcraft Ministries. Visit his website at www.hutchcraft.com)

Keeping Count or Letting Go

There are essentially two ways of responding to life’s hurts and unfair experiences. Every time we get hurt, we choose to respond in one of these two ways.
The first, natural response is to become a debt collector. We set out to make the offender pay for what he has done. We may be overt or subtle, but until we get a satisfactory apology, until we determine that an adequate penalty has been paid, we intend on keeping the wrongdoer in debtors’ prison; we reserve the right to punish them for their transgression.
Instead of releasing our grip on the offenses we’ve received, letting God be the one (the only one) who’s big and strong enough to handle the problem in His perfect, just, and redemptive way, we grab hold of the hurt and refuse to let it go. We hold our offender hostage (we think).
But the problem is that being a “debt collector” does more than keep our offender in prison; it puts us in prison.
A colleague passed on to me a heartrending story he had heard a woman share with her church family, as the Lord was revealing her need to choose the pathway of forgiveness. As a young girl, she and a little friend of hers in their small town went out one day to see the county sheriff, whose office happened to be in the same building as the town jail. The children had always considered the man to be their friend, the nice person with the uniform and the badge who was just fun to be around.
At some point in the afternoon, her girlfriend ran off to play, leaving her alone with the sheriff in his office. Suddenly, the look on his face began making her uncomfortable. The feel of the room became strangely tense and frightening. He moved close to her and whisperingly said, “If you ever tell your parents what I’m about to do to you”—pointing to the iron bars behind him—“I’ll put you in one of those jail cells.”
And with that, he proceeded to molest her.
The events of that day had occurred many years in the past by the time she finally told the story, as a grown woman, of how the man she thought was a trusted friend had shattered her childhood innocence. Thinking back to what the sheriff had said about locking her up if she were to report him to her mom or dad, she said, “I realize now that in my heart I put him in a ‘jail cell’ that day, and all these years I’ve kept him in that prison.”
When God finally opened her eyes to see what unforgiveness was actually doing to her (and to her marriage), she realized something else: on that day so many years ago, she had put herself in jail as well. And though the man was now long dead, unforgiveness and bitterness had kept her locked there—in a cell of her own making—for all those years.
Was it her fault for being taken advantage of by an authority figure? Of course not. That cannot be said strongly enough. But who had been hurt the most by her unforgiveness? And why should she be in “jail” for a crime someone else had committed?
Debt collecting is the natural response of sinful humans to being harmed, abused, or mistreated. Invariably it produces the bitter fruit of deeper pain, resentment, and bondage.
But there is another way. A better way. God’s way.
Letting Go
As an alternative to being debt collectors—the pathway of resentment and retaliation—God calls us to the pure, powerful choice of forgiveness—and to pursue, wherever possible, the pathway of restoration and reconciliation.
“As the Lord has forgiven you,” Paul writes in Colossians 3:13, “so you also must forgive.” The Lord Himself was equally clear and direct: “Whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him” (Mark 11:25 nkjv). “Anything against anyone.” No offense is too great, no offender is beyond the boundary to which our forgiveness must extend.
Yes, that kind of forgiveness is unnatural. It’s supernatural. At times it’s almost unbelievable
Ask the surgeon whose medical mistake cost my friend Margaret Ashmore’s mother her life. She had been rushed to the hospital with chest pains, yet was still visibly bright and alert when tests revealed that she had indeed suffered a mild heart attack. It was decided that an angioplasty procedure would be the best route for opening up the perceived blockage in her arteries.
She was immediately wheeled into surgery. Everyone expected her to be fine.
But sometime during the operation, the doctor inflated the balloon apparatus too quickly, too early. Her damaged heart began to fail irreparably. She sank into a coma and died three hours later.
Margaret’s father was inconsolable. His wife of forty-two years—a marriage he had treasured with an intense love and loyalty greater than most—had been taken from him in a matter of moments. For no good reason. By a surgeon’s goof-up.
The days that followed were almost too painful for Margaret to bear. Her kind, gentle father was becoming a cyclone of anger, grief, despair . . . revenge! Unrelenting in his rage, tormented by his broken heart, he declared himself on a mission to “bring down that hospital!” Demanding a meeting with the hospital administration and the doctors responsible for his wife’s care, he vowed to tell them to their face that he was suing them all for everything they had . . . and living to see them suffer.
As the hospital staff and physicians anxiously awaited the arrival of Margaret’s dad for the confrontation, they trembled at the thought of what they expected to hear. How does someone in their shoes handle a situation like this?
You don’t . . . when God does.
On his way to the meeting, Margaret’s dad began to realize that if he ever wanted to be free from this dungeon of anger and bitterness in which he was finding himself, he would have to do what God had done for him. He would have to forgive.
To the amazement of everyone in the room, as he walked through the door that day, he walked directly over to the man whose misjudgment had ended his dear one’s life, extended his hand to him, and said, “The only way I’m going to be able to live with any peace the remainder of my life is to forgive you.”
The doctor began to weep. For what seemed like forever, he couldn’t even let go of the hand of the man who had relinquished his right to retaliate.
Two people walked out of that conference room as free men that day—but none more free than the one who offered the release, the one who did the forgiving.