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"Thank you Lord" is a prayer I've said a thousand times in my life!<br />
Yet this morning I felt something different when I whispered it in my heart.<br />
My heart is full! My heart is home!<br />
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Thank you Lord for this relationship!<br />
A relationship made in heaven? Almost! The truth is, just an ordinary one lived by two ordinary people committed to love one another. Built on the hope that one day it will be sealed not only with our kiss but with God's grace!<br />
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Thank you Lord for Badeth!<br />
A perfect woman? Almost! The truth is, I love her so much because God loved me so much to give her to me. Flowers or chocolates I have none to give, all I have is a heart that surely rests in your love. Each day you give me reason to love you more today than yesterday.<br />
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Thank you Lord!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">0212142030</span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-66609889810885890542013-12-14T03:31:00.000+08:002013-12-14T03:31:30.258+08:00i love being a fatherWhen I brought home a trophy, I saw my dad's face glow with pride. I will never forget that moment. He placed it among his awards, from his work, in our display cabinet. Although I received other awards from then on, it was this moment that really etched in my mind and in my heart. Even up to now, as I write this blog, I still see that glow as if it just happened now.<br />
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I have a confession to make though, I forgot all about this happy moment for the longest time. It is only until now that the memory flashed back in my mind, that I understood what my dad felt then. It is innate in a father that pure appreciation for his child's achievement. It really does not matter whether the achievement be great or small, what really matters is the winner.<br />
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Today my son posted in his facebook timeline, the medals he won in their school's intrams. My face glowed with pride and joy. Now I know why my dad's face glowed with pride. The glow in his face was not about the trophy. He was proud of me. It was not the trophy he wanted to display, it was me that he wanted to display forever in his heart.<br />
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I love my Oriel! I am proud of you! Go ahead son, achieve your dreams.<br />
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Oh the perks of fatherhood...I LOVE IT!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Three little boys hurrying up along an alley way, which was flanked by rows of houses, each clasping makeshift drums and a tambourine. Upon reaching an intersection of the alley the two boys hurried up the section sloping upwards while the third turned right to the section sloping downwards. Noticing this the two boys ran after their companion and shouted " saan ka pupunta?" The third boy shot back saying "dito maraming bahay, dali!" One of the two retorted "wag dyan puro yan patawad!". The three of them together went to the section sloping upwards and blended with the shadows of the alley.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So young yet so adept already in segment marketing! In today's world christmas has two faces: the material and the mystical. And it seems, the material side has enveloped our unknowing sense and sensibility in defining christmas. There are a hundred plus days for the preparation and celebration of the material side and close to an hour of celebration for the mystical side. If we care to count the nine mornings (misa de gallo) or nine evenings (simbang gabi) then atleast there are nine hours more of preparation. Well you can't blame those kids if they mark the houses as "patawad" or "tiba-tiba" for it is just the way the world presents christmas. However, not everything is lost for we still have people who live the real spirit of christmas in their lives even when the material dust of christmas has settled.</span><br />
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<span class="messageBody" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.38;">i miss my tatay!!my best friend!my best adviser!best teacher i ever met..<br />i miss the super food trips,super tawanan,super kwentuhan,super laag na di alam kung saan pupunta..<br />i just miss you sir..;(</span></h6>
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<span class="uiStreamFooter" style="display: table-cell;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The last post she wrote in her Facebook to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She was just among the many faces I met and taught in the Department of Hospitality Management (DHM) in the College of Commerce in one of the premier colleges in Cebu City. She belonged to the first batch of students taking Hotel & Restaurant Management of the newly opened DHM, where I was one of the pioneering faculty. As a newly opened department, we were on the look out for promising students, to help us out, raise awareness to the department. She was one of those I recognized, with great potential. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">As it turned out she was. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">And more.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">We became friends. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">She shared more of her life to me than me sharing mine to her. She was a fun loving person, free spirited, and with a shade of "probinsyana" in her. Sometimes though, the little girl in her, would dominate. However, deep within her, lies a strong willed woman. A woman with big dreams. A woman who knows her stature in life was not along the margins but among the big leagues. She was willing to go through tough times, even through tough people. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">I was just so proud to have her as my friend. I was so proud of her as the daughter I never had. I promised her I'll flew her to Manila as one of the bridesmaid in my wedding.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">My wedding will push through but without her as bridesmaid. I won't be flying her to Manila. Instead, He flew her to Him, the Bridegroom of all bridegrooms, in heaven.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Dee, I know you're happy now. I know you're more beautiful and heavenly as His bridesmaid than you will be in my wedding. I know I'll miss you. However, let me say, bye for now, for I know one day will meet again. Bye for now, because I will never forget you in my heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(In memory of Diana Doquesa +Sept. 27, 1991-Dec. 16, 2011)</span></span></span><br />
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I have been attending the FEAST for 26 months now. Ever since I've realize its power, I have not stopped thanking God for enlarging my tithes, for mentors, for business opportunities, for blessing others, for good health and other blessings. True enough God gave us a mentor for our business and financial freedom. He is not only good at the business but a spiritual man at that. Wait there's more! God also gave us a business which fits our passion to a T. A business full of positive energy and positive people. A business that leads to good health. I have not stopped thanking God yet! For I know tomorrow I can finally offer the tithes worthy of my Blesser! For I know tomorrow I can finally give to others without the bother of counting the cost. God really repays commitment! God is good all the time!</div>
HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-10296693422404306222012-07-05T12:49:00.001+08:002012-07-05T12:49:29.557+08:00The Best Version<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was younger I came to a point where I exasperatingly declared that I won't plan anymore. I believe in planning things. I believe in planning your plan (that's simply having a contingency plan). I cannot proceed in doing things without my plan. I love planning my actions and steps and trying to leave no stones untouched. Then suddenly things don't turn the way you've planned it. Then suddenly things just weren't what you expected and kaboom you're stopped dead right on your tracks. Everything was just the way you did not plan it. Thus I stood my ground and pulled out my belief that it was all useless to plan since He'll always have His way. So be it! Yet I really did not totally let go of my love for planning. I still do plan secretly in my mind(haha as if He'll not know).
Warping time to this day, I finally realized and accepted the the truth that He has the better version, if not the best version of the plan. However it should not stop us from coming up with our own handiwork. Sometimes though it matches with what He wants for you. So now every time my plan goes kaboom, I know, a better one is in the works. Usually a marvel to behold!HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-82231891682942547212012-06-18T00:12:00.000+08:002013-12-14T03:33:46.874+08:00Finally My Fathers Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LafmHj3ViTmvZtLLRXX3oi1Nve14U-8C8sfLdY2tbRd0DfsGG6Z7ZSFPPTeNb-wpgRuyzBk9stcfD2yA6UiXw1BURH5_R9LvVlUcQuIuanMpYh9vnzMCEQw3c6zecvdCg6Un6CWEdTLe/s1600/ho+at+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LafmHj3ViTmvZtLLRXX3oi1Nve14U-8C8sfLdY2tbRd0DfsGG6Z7ZSFPPTeNb-wpgRuyzBk9stcfD2yA6UiXw1BURH5_R9LvVlUcQuIuanMpYh9vnzMCEQw3c6zecvdCg6Un6CWEdTLe/s320/ho+at+2.bmp" height="320" width="229" /></a>
After ten years, now finally, I greet myself Happy Fathers Day! Ten years ago I held him in my hands, so tiny, so lovely and so fragile. I was so happy! Then I realized in front of me was God`s real vocation for me. I was excited ready to shout it out yet afraid. Will they understand? I know they will, specially those who love me as I am. For you, thank you my friend, for the acceptance and understanding. For my son thank you for coming into my life. From now on the world will know you are mine, that I love you, that I am proud of you, that I am bless.
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">Hardly a minute would be gone and he is off his seat, pacing the dimly lit passage way between the house and the gate. Neck craned skyward, like that of a graceful giraffe, he would peek through the gate into the street. Once again returning back, puffing so strongly on his smoke by now resembling a midget with a red cap sandwiched between two strong pillars.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">Suddenly outside the gate brightens, followed by an engine stopping. Immediately, the man sprung into motion, lighting up the passage way and opening the gates in one blur movement, welcoming a group of men hauling down a big box. With a big smile and a sigh of relief that the waiting is done, he, now in his usual place which is naturally reserved for him, started the unveiling...</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: large;">I could never forget this particular evening, the night when my father bought our first colored television. One of the fondest memories I have of my father. He was a man with an inner strength you could feel, one which I wish to emulate. Though just like any other human, he too has his own weaknesses. I was glad he was around when I was growing up. Today is his fourteenth year in heaven. I miss you Pa.</span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-51243661087322224582011-07-17T23:09:00.000+08:002011-07-17T23:09:23.863+08:00Cholet...best mom ever!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu1omlfTQWdopPO8r7TkwpGOTAl7MehxM0I91ciFU7YvFf4tKkBrg-as7gICWPmBVfed4aC-Wv4Ye0yPeDFhrwPtI6w6Odt7rPmhkthxG-4b0ecxKkQOAjWRnUsQboZRSXLBO-l1ehDNU/s1600/mama+pic_cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu1omlfTQWdopPO8r7TkwpGOTAl7MehxM0I91ciFU7YvFf4tKkBrg-as7gICWPmBVfed4aC-Wv4Ye0yPeDFhrwPtI6w6Odt7rPmhkthxG-4b0ecxKkQOAjWRnUsQboZRSXLBO-l1ehDNU/s320/mama+pic_cropped.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br />
"Our span is seventy years and eighty for those who are strong.."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(Psalm 90:10)</span>. Ever since I have read this verse it always pops up every time I see celebrations of birthday. Every time I see old couples enjoying each other's company. Every time I read youth wasted on mere crap. And then I look at myself. The kind of life I have, had and will have. The many times and moments spent wisely or otherwise. Indeed the meaning, the challenge, the luster of the verse came in different hues as I aged.<br />
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Life is so awesome yet the strongest among us could only enjoy it in that much a time. There are so many things life is offering. If only we move our life with the right attitude every possibility is reachable. Our life span is not the problem. Time is not the problem. Life is not discriminating. Our approach to life will spell the difference between all of us.<br />
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Today my mother, Ma. Consuelo Castro de Ocampo, celebrates her 74th birthday! Still very strong. Still very actively participating in the activities of her group in the parish. Still goes to mass everyday. If ever there was an influence my mother had on us, hands down, it is her religiosity. She too never forgets birthdays and anniversaries of which she offers mass intentions. She is the queen of our kitchen. She not only cooks and bakes she makes you love to eat what she cooks and bakes. I love the way she bakes brazos de mercedez. I love it when she cooks bam-i. There are so many things I love about her. Of course she's no saint but she has been the best mother we ever had. I still owe you more dates alone with you. I know you're strong. I can still make up for time. Happy birthday Mama!HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-6392640041325716302011-07-04T08:04:00.000+08:002011-07-04T08:04:38.245+08:00Home of my heart!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2_LYmIBDcUzpSBVjw5eKAoxNIfiYKUIvcpqX4pRrec0ywtju1PoRqvOU3k8yYLwj-IvRdxrgCF9i4hvXMVQzkRMhUs7vDYREblh4RjAIA6chAo0bSfZwzVGill-MVVp7TTJnTfu3mlTU/s1600/japanjapan.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2_LYmIBDcUzpSBVjw5eKAoxNIfiYKUIvcpqX4pRrec0ywtju1PoRqvOU3k8yYLwj-IvRdxrgCF9i4hvXMVQzkRMhUs7vDYREblh4RjAIA6chAo0bSfZwzVGill-MVVp7TTJnTfu3mlTU/s320/japanjapan.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was an evening so full of tension. It was a now or never situation for me. I was ready to accept my fate in her heart. Six years and two days before Valentine’s ago, a scene I would wish to forget if it went the other way around. That day I chose her over others. That day she accepted me with all her heart. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">A turning point in life is never history. A turning point in life is never a past. That day was never a certain point in my life. I never etched it on a tree nor on a stone. I carried it around in my heart, in my mind, in my life in its ever present state. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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I love her more today than yesterday. You are the home of my heart. My heart rest.</span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-32827296974043066572011-06-19T15:53:00.000+08:002011-06-19T15:53:36.506+08:00Dad (Happy Father's Day!)A few months before I was to graduate from high school I had one of the most memorable conversations with my father. Memorable because time was not a consideration. Memorable because we talked of so many things I thought he would have no interest in. Memorable because it was a conversation between men, not between a father and a son but of close buddies. I wished then that time won't set in but instead I got a better deal, memories of that moment etched in my heart.<br />
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</div><div>We talked about life. We talked about sports. We talked about family and friends. We talked about anything and everything under the sun. It was the day my childish fear of my father turned into reverence and love. The child has now grown into a mature friend. </div><div><br />
</div><div>The experience you have with your father affects the way you look at God. Its true. Horror stories about daddies who are monsters are but an appendix of the whole book of true fathers. Let us pray that God equip them with fidelity and love, shield them from the deception of pride and laziness and help them breakthrough the barriers of a stagnant relationship into a creative and joyful one. You'll know there's a true father in the house when God is big in the hearts of his children. Salute'!</div><div><br />
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I stood in awe and numbered all the stars in vain<br />
Among those stars which glittered and twinkled with glee<br />
I remembered my friend with loving and glistening eyes<br />
Did not the Lord sprinkled the heavens with the stars<br />
For us to gaze and wonder at His love?<br />
Every friend I know is a sprinkled star above<br />
For us to cherish and to love<br />
Thank you Lord for a friend who lights and guides<br />
Refreshes a tired and burdened soul<br />
Heaven sent though earthy hearted<br />
My friend, my love, my all <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Henre'95)</span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-77881689133764820612011-05-15T19:25:00.000+08:002011-05-15T19:25:39.143+08:00of walkmans and ipods..Life's Buttons.Great! I have a walkman.<br />
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It was one of the coolest things to have back in the '80s. But I did not find it cool because mine was bigger than a pocketbook. It consumed space while carrying it around. It was cumbersome, though it was portable. With regards efficiency, it gobbled up a lot of power that you have to bring lots and lots of batteries with you. However I enjoyed it because of the fast forward feature since it turns music and voice into chipmunk like sound. Other than that it was just a plain gadget.<br />
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Now a days you have ipods, mp3s, mp4s, and what have you. They still have the same features of rewind, fast forward, pause, stop and play buttons. This time however mechanical buttons are not there anymore. Just by mere touch of the pad, you run the feature. The marvels of technology indeed! As they say "technology today, is obsolete tomorrow".<br />
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Life is like technology. In constant change. Always new. Creative.<br />
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And just like technology, life depends on me and you. On us. We can choose to move forward with it or we can just remain stagnant with it.<br />
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We have the power. Some of us chose to stop and refuse to go ahead because of the ignorant belief that this is all there is in their life. That life will offer them no more than what they could want and do. So they just push the stop button. There are those who believe that they cannot create new memories anymore thus they remain stuck in the mud of their past. Transfixed in their past successes, failures and hurts in life. All they do is recall, reminisce, and rewind.<br />
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For others, life should be a blur with a trite conviction that time is gold. Waste of time is a bigger sin than wasting relationships in the name of time. It's always the shortest distance that matters. With God, what matters is the instance not the distance. With relationships, what matters is spending time not dividing time. With life, what matters is going forward not fast forward.<br />
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Life is to be lived now! Living life is the greatest show of appreciation to the Author of Life. Live your life as it comes. Savor life. Simplify life. Share life. Push the play button of life.<br />
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Life's buttons are there for us to push.HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-38208478795883777952011-05-14T23:07:00.000+08:002011-05-14T23:07:31.901+08:00How to grow your value<em>"When you earn money, it’s not the money that’s important. It’s who you become through the process of earning money that’s important. If you want to increase your money, you’ve got to increase your value. The more value you have, the more “symbols of value” (money) will flow into your life." (bo sanchez)</em><br />
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How then can we grow our value? Consider these three areas:(bo sanchez)<br />
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COMPETENCE<br />
Know your core gift or core competence. Develop real competence. This is where you will create your wealth and this will provide you lasting source of "symbols of value". Be the best!<br />
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CONSCIOUSNESS<br />
Have a "truly rich mindset". Avoid the scarcity mindset. Our God is a God of abundance. He wants us to be abundant in all aspects of our life! Increase your money comfort zone! Increase your psychological wallet! Grow in your FINANCIAL LITERACY that is to understand how money works. This is an important aspect of consciousness. Thank God in advance for making it happen.<br />
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CHARACTER<br />
This is the most important area! This is about integrity, honesty, etc. How you handle your money reveals who you are. If you are a good person money will give you more opportunities to be good.<br />
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<em>"If ,then, you have not been faithful in handling worldly wealth, how can you be trusted with true wealth? (Luke 16:11)</em>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-43343925194841857162011-05-08T23:50:00.000+08:002011-05-08T23:50:01.369+08:00MomWhen I told you that you will go up the stage and pin me some medals on my high school graduation, you were a joy to behold.<br />
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Shocked.<br />
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Disbelief.<br />
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Skeptical.<br />
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But your eyes gave you away. I saw a smile. I saw happiness and real belief that I was not pulling your leg. I saw you were proud of me. Even though those medals were not major ones, I felt you were one with me in my success.<br />
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I guess that's just the way mothers are. Major or minor achievements don't matter. What matters most is the achiever, who for nine months shared everything with her.<br />
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I know I caused you troubles too but I know deep within you love is stronger far than those.<br />
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I wish time will come soonest that I can date you more, laugh with you more and spend time with you more. The most important woman in my life, Mom!<br />
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Happy Mother's Day!HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-17797014637135292982011-04-28T15:30:00.000+08:002011-04-28T15:30:25.194+08:00Pope John Paul II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWdg8_o8O_aqO0cgTgZ_XP-5yf32veYKNA7uE81RjIMsCk0VYsjxjip778QeBezyjVhxTlLzZMMuYOfp4t-8frjk6hfMNHIO6W_Fslu2ZEyBZtH_k4_NPxx0RNUh_4OYBGAMPIISlXe6_/s1600/JP2+telescope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWdg8_o8O_aqO0cgTgZ_XP-5yf32veYKNA7uE81RjIMsCk0VYsjxjip778QeBezyjVhxTlLzZMMuYOfp4t-8frjk6hfMNHIO6W_Fslu2ZEyBZtH_k4_NPxx0RNUh_4OYBGAMPIISlXe6_/s320/JP2+telescope.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was busy and excited that day because my friends were coming over to celebrate with me my birthday. Some were already around, yet I could not get to them for there were some more things to prepare. Suddenly my mobile phone beeped, though it has been beeping since I woke up that day. I was so shocked at the message, that I left everything and started scanning the cable and free tv. But none gave the indication that the SMS I received was indeed true. It was April 2, 2000. The text message was about Pope John Paul II's death.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Five years later, April 2, 2005, again I received an SMS declaring the death of John Paul II. This time I did not have to scan the cable tv because everyone else received such SMS. I remember it was one of the saddest birthday I had. That evening, alone in my room, I watched the news and I cried.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first encounter I had with Pope John Paul II was in 1978. The year he became pope. It was a meeting of desire, of wishing. I remember, I said to myself, as I was looking at his poster outside a church, I will meet you one day. True enough three years later he came to the Philippines. And I had a very close encounter indeed. In the flesh. As he was walking down the aisle going to the altar, I extended a hand to touch him. Unfortunately my outreached hand received a karate chop instead, from one of his guards. Well at least I saw him smile at me. I believe. And that was the closest I could get.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The last time I saw him in the flesh was in 1995, 10th World Youth Day held in the Philippines. I never had any chance of close encounters that time. But what I can never forget was the feeling I had, seeing him from a distance. I felt an overwhelming joy. The joy that friendship brings. The joy that you feel when you see a friend. A familiar face in a crowded floor. Yes, that year too I gained so many friends. Not only friends but friendships of which until now I celebrate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am glad that I can leave this earth with the experience of encountering face to face two of our modern days saints: Mother Teresa of Calcutta and Pope John Paul II. Very great and most of all very holy personalities. I may never be at par to their greatness or sanctity in my lifetime. But the encounters I had with them etched a deep desire in my heart to be the best as God created me and be a blessing to others.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Santo subito"! Saint soon!</div>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-89093731888730636742011-04-18T12:06:00.000+08:002011-04-18T12:06:59.903+08:00Story to tell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYMbHQTpzSY1rBF37lX8lNFWJm-2vsZRgJNc4dhqgIyBgVTOnBRp4cHjbaCUHav1MJm_1HCJvD88KJbN-cFj46IeCuubTZxO7_LUSj1k2sLqQS6aDehnBLD9hMrCd7fAl_8ULr4nwOOVP/s1600/out+of+place.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYMbHQTpzSY1rBF37lX8lNFWJm-2vsZRgJNc4dhqgIyBgVTOnBRp4cHjbaCUHav1MJm_1HCJvD88KJbN-cFj46IeCuubTZxO7_LUSj1k2sLqQS6aDehnBLD9hMrCd7fAl_8ULr4nwOOVP/s320/out+of+place.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">shot taken at the manila zoo near the entrance of the kiddie zoo</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was sheltered. I guess thats how it goes if you come from two people who've gone such road. You won't allow people who are important in your life to experience what you've gone through.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can't complain. I am the lead star. I am the top billing protagonist. I am the main actor of my life story. However, I am not the author of my story. I may wish my version of a story but at the end it's not my ink that will put the dot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My story, your story, our story no matter how it is written, it will always be a great story to tell. </span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-40316694861064343892011-04-06T11:53:00.000+08:002011-04-06T11:53:41.264+08:00Not anymore!Devastating!<br />
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That would have been what I felt years ago. Last Monday I received a not so good news about my part-time teaching job. I was so surprise not of the news but what I felt when I was told about it. All that came out of my heart and mind was "God giveth...God taketh", there must be more to this than bad news. Truth is I lost a financially rewarding opportunity. What is beautiful was I did not panic and I was not downhearted.<br />
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"What did I do wrong this time?"...with a matching looking-up-to-heaven head movement. This would have been my question years back. Funny, because that day I asked myself another question; "What's next for me God?". And another surprising thing that I did was I went through the list of my dreams to look for an answer. I don't know but I felt at peace, hopeful and joyful.<br />
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Setbacks such as this would turn my world awry years ago. Not anymore!<br />
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Thank you God for the Feast! Thank you God for Jeremiah 29:11! Thank you for giving me family and friends who inspire me, who bless me and who love me. And because of this I know its my time to be blessing the world!HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-78521788530355426232011-04-01T23:58:00.000+08:002011-04-01T23:58:55.485+08:00Hello! Goodbye!I am less than an hour away from my birthday. Another year to look forward to and celebrate. Another year past to thank for and reflect on. Blessed be your name!<br />
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I would like to thank God for a year so full of blessings, joys and sorrows. But all in all it was indeed a wonderful year. There were no big miracles but the little realizations made up for all. It was a year also of new friendships that brought healing and respect for my humanity. Of course there were still the constants of my life like friends and family who were there for me silently and actively. It was a year of change in a lot of aspects of my life. Thank you Lord. Thank you for the Feast. Thank you for my friends old and new. Thank you for my mom and siblings. Thank you life.<br />
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There is only one direction I want to do for the coming year I want to be a blessing to people I come in contact with. Of course I know God will bless me big time! I declare this in the mightiest name JESUS!HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-79353201571150093462011-03-31T10:26:00.000+08:002012-10-08T15:38:00.819+08:00I am there!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">"There are two great moments in a person's life: the first is when you were born; the second is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">when you discover why you were born" Sadly majority of us miss the second great moment of our life. You were born for greatness...fulfill your destiny!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">I have always been afraid that I have no more time. That I have lost the opportunity. That failure is stacked up on me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">Now I have realized I was running against time which blocked my view. Instead I focused on my destiny. I now see it in a distance. With patience and perseverance I know I am there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;">Photographs are pictures of moments frozen in time and memoirs of happy smiles and even wacky poses. Though stilled still brings out life of those framed within..henre'10</span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350369375406456568.post-30488934190621503272011-03-28T10:06:00.000+08:002011-03-28T10:06:21.456+08:00Aling Luring’s House<div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Courier New";">As I sat alone on one of the chairs, I felt one with the darkened room. I could feel that familiar texture just as I did the first time I sat on this chair. The smooth curve that lets you slide so that your butt fits into a comfortable position. Those holes created by the crisscrossing rattan slats that formed goose bumps protrusions on your butt. What I really feel most is that I am comfortable. Just like you are home. Tonight that's just what I feel I AM HOME AGAIN.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Courier New";"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Courier New";">As I scanned the room, the light and shadow formed figures of people standing, sitting and some reclining. I could hear familiar voices chatting with each other, some whispering their blues away and others breaking into boisterous but pure and joyous laughter. Yes, voices of people I've come to love and become friends with. If only these walls could talk, surely they'd tell me the many endearments, appreciations, hopes, dreams and even sadness my friends and I shared.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Papyrus;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Courier New";"><br />
</span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Courier New';">Well, time really is sometimes brutal. It tells you, good things end too. But I believe time will tell, when all these memories will come to life again. Maybe in some other place or perhaps back here in Aling Luring's house.</span>HENREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975977382442340042noreply@blogger.com1