tabulas.com

Im into Finance and Accounting, working now as Accounting Officer of a private firm in Makati. I am living in a modest house I loaned thru SSS. So ready to settle, but the problem is I dont have anyone to share my time with.

Hails from Majayjay Laguna, I am a consistent honor student from elementary to high school, graduated Valedictorian. Enterd to University of the East thru scholarship I maintained until I graduated. Short of just a few points I should have graduated with honors. Blame it to the Maharishi time, when professors were not familiar with the students anymore. What pushed me to not having the honor was the Philosophy subject, to which I am the brightest then. I just dont know what happened.


My father is a retired policeman, now 79 or 80 years old. My mother is 77. We are eleven in the family Im the tenth.

Meaning of Roses

Rose colors vary by growing area ,time of year, local weather conditions and even climate variations within the same growing area. There is even some variation of color within the same rose variety. This guide is designed to give you a general sampling of many varieties which are popular today. New varieties are introduced every year.

RED ROSES

Many exciting red roses are available from the very dark Cara Mia, large flowered Madam Delbard, bright red Kardinal to strawberry red Preference. Red roses are symbolic of love and respect.

DARK PINK ROSES

Choose from several shades of dark pink roses from the hot pink Laser to the dark pink Prive' and the medium pink variety, Diplomat. Dark pink roses are symbolic of thankfulness.

ORANGE ROSES

Roses in brilliant orange are a delight to the eye including these...brightly colored Belinda, shocking orange Lambada and apricot-hued Pareo. Orange roses are symbolic of fascination.

WHITE ROSES

White roses are a pure and elegant symbol of caring. Try the true white Escimo, the purest white Tineke and an old favorite, Bridal White. White roses are symbolic of innocence and secrecy.

CORAL ROSES

The coral/peach rose family has several popular varieties including the world favorite Sonia, peach washed Kyria and peach/pink bi-color Harmony. Coral roses are symbolic of desire.

YELLOW ROSES

Many shades of yellow roses are available from the large blossomed Alsmeer Gold, medium sized Golden Emblem to the spray rose Rhumba. Yellow roses are symbolic of joy and friendship.

PALE PEACH ROSES

Soft peach hues are a delightful color gaining in popularity. Choose the very popular Osiana, the palest peach Champagne or the spray rose Porcelina. Pale peach roses are symbolic of modesty.

PALE PINK ROSES

Among the varieties of delicate pink roses are the softly-shaded Kalinka, delicately colored Deloris, true pink Vivaldi and the favorite Bridal Pink. Pale pink roses are symbolic of grace and joy.

kanina lang, may kaibigan akong tinuklas ang lahat sakin. itago ko man daw ay nakikita sa king mga mata ang liwanag at kislap pag ika'y kausap. Nagulat ako. Totoo, gualt na gulat. Matagal na panahong may nagsabi sa kin ng ganoon. Matagal na matagal na at ayokong balikan pa. Ngayon bumabalik na naman dahil sa simpleng tanong. Hindi ko maamin dahil bawal at hindi pwede. Ako ang naglalagay ng tuldok sa king anuman. Kahit mahirap. Ako na lang ang mamuhay kahit magisa sa sarili kong gustong pagalawing mundo. Ayokong may nadadamay. Kanina lang hindi ako nakatanggi. Hindi ko nagawang umiwas sa tanong. Siguro nagsisimula na ulit akong magbinata sa edad na ito. ayoko ng ganito. gusto ko ng ganito. ayoko, gusto.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh bwisit ahhhhhhhhhhh ewan.

Araw daw ng mga puso ngayon. E ano naman. Ano bang pagkakaiba nito sa mga ordinaryong araw na dinaanan ko na. Wala parekoy, hindi pa rin pula ang kulay nito para sakin. Tang ina naman bakit ba ipinipilit na maging pula, siguro pwede rin dahil duguang kulay.

Sige kahit paano, babatiin ko na rin yung mga hopeless romantic na sabi ng kaibigan ko na ganun ako. Sige kahit pilit Hapi Balentayms. Kita nyo kahit ito di ko maispeling ng maayos.

When I met him (don’t ask who ... I thought to myself...)
It’s hard to believe at first
To meet someone like you
Coz I’ve been longing in thirst
To be with someone so true
Someone who can accept me
Someone who won’t put me down
Someone who’ll understand me
Even when I have this frown
Someone who will want me
Someone who will care
Someone who will trust me
Someone who’ll be there
Knowing you, made me want
To trust again, my heart
Knowing you, made me want
To make a brand new start...
Then a few months after, it turned ugly...
My heart’s in tears each minute that pass
My emotions are fragile, even weaker than glass
I can’t understand these feelings inside
I regret to believe, someday, I’d be his "bride"
I can feel his lips each time I hear this song
This feeling seems so perfect, even when it’s all wrong
His "sweet lies" take me to my fantasy
The fantasy that drowned me in that deep, dark sea
My heart is dying, I pray to Thee
Coz no one understands me... why can’t they see?!
The wounds get deeper, as I’m alone here
Realizing that the one with my heart, is nowhere near
I’ve tried my best, I gave my all
Yet he played with me... just like a ball
The one who "loves" me has turned into a dick
It’s just so painful, it’s making me sick
Thinking of ways to please him... I cry each night
Until the morning comes, when the sun shines bright
Of course no one knows that coz they’ll never understand
The only thing that can fix this, is if he decides to take a stand
Though I knew in the beginning, this relationship would be tough
I still kept holding on even when things got rough
Now that I’m weak, he can’t be strong for me
Instead he put "us" down, I had no choice but to let it be
Happiness fills their cruel hearts... when handed the victory
Of setting "us" apart...
Ending it with just "you" and "me"

Ok so... that was long, huh? But anyway, that was then. It’s long been over with. I’m currently enjoying my single life.
This next poem is for the man of my dreams...
You are the one I wished for daily
I hope you find me soon, my baby
I’ll give, to you, my heart fully
As long as you treat me fairly
One day... someday... I know I’ll find you
I might just even already know you
These words are written only for you
Coz deep inside I know I love you
I often wish upon a star
To be with you just where you are
A stranger for now... is what you are
But I know, in fact... you’re not too far
I wish to find you soon...
[img:531081]

[img:541631]
KUNDIMAN
Pablo Neruda

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na tula ngayong gabi.

Maisusulat, halimbawa: "Ang gabi'y mabituin,
at nanginginig, asul, ang mga tala sa dako pa roon."

Umiikot sa langit ang hangin ng gabi, umaawit.

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na tula ngayong gabi.
Siya'y inibig ko, at kung minsan ako'y inibig din niya.

Sa mga gabing tulad nito, niyakap ko siyang mahigpit
at hinagkan sa lilim ng walang-hanggang langit.

Ako'y inibig niya, kung minsan siya'y inibig ko rin.
Paanong hindi iibigin ang mga mata niyang malamlam?

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na tula ngayong gabi.
Isipin lang: Hindi ko siya kapiling. Nawala siya sa akin.

Dinggin ang gabing malawak, mas malawak pagkat wala siya.
At ang tula'y pumapatak sa diwa, parang hamog sa parang.

Ano ngayon kung di siya mapangalagaan ng aking pag-ibig?
Ang gabi'y mabituin, at siya'y hindi ko kapiling.

Iyon lamang. Sa malayo, may umaawit. Sa malayo.
Diwa ko'y hindi mapalagay sa kanyang pagkawala.

Anyong lalapit ang paningin kong naghahanap sa kanya.
Puso'y naghahanap sa kanya, at siya'y hindi kapiling.

Ito ang dating gabing nagpaputi sa mga dating punongkahoy.
Tayo, na nagmula sa panahong iyon, ay di na tulad ng dati.

Hindi ko na siya iniibig, oo, pero inibig ko siyang lubos.
Tinig ko'y humalik sa hangin para dumampi sa kanyang pandinig.

Sa iba. Siya'y sa iba na. Tulad ng mga dati kong halik.
Tinig, maningning na katawan. Mga matang walang-hanggan.

Hindi ko na siya iniibig, oo, pero baka iniibig ko siya.
Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, at napakabata ng paglimot.

Pagkat sa mga gabing tulad nito'y niyakap ko siyang mahigpit,
diwa ko'y di mapalagay dahil sa kanyang pagkawala.

Ito marahil ang huling hapding ipadarama niya sa akin,
at ito na marahil ang huling tulang iaalay ko sa kanya.

MISSED OPPORTUNITIES
lan Smith
[img:542405]
The following story is told of a young man who wished to marry the farmer's
daughter.

A young man went to a farmer to ask his permission to marry his beautiful
daughter. The farmer looked him over and responded, "Son, go stand out in
that field and I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time. If you can
catch the tail of any one of the three bulls, you can marry my daughter."

The young man stood in the pasture awaiting the first bull. The barn door
opened and out ran the biggest, meanest-looking bull he had ever seen. He
decided that one of the next bulls had to be a better choice than this one,
so he ran over to the side and let the bull pass through the pasture out
the back gate.

The barn door opened again. Unbelievable! He had never seen anything so big
and fierce in his life. It stood -- pawing the ground, grunting, slinging
slobber -- as it eyed him. Whatever the next bull was like, it had to be a
better choice than this one. He ran to the fence and let the bull pass
through the pasture, out the back gate.

The door opened a third time. A smile came across his face. This was the
weakest, scrawniest little bull he had ever seen. This one was his bull. As
the bull came running by, he positioned himself just right and jumped at
just the exact moment. He grabbed... but the bull had no tail!

Life is full of opportunities. Some will be easy to take advantage of, some
will be difficult. But once we let them pass (often in hopes of something
better), those opportunities may never again be available.

The same thing is also true of opportunities to serve Christ. God often
opens doors for us -- opportunities to speak up for Him, opportunities to
minister to someone who is hurting or in need, opportunities to make an
influence on the world around us. If we allow them to pass by (perhaps
because we are waiting for something easier to come along), we may miss out
on them altogether.

Continue praying, keeping alert, and always thanking God. Also pray for us
that God will give us an opportunity to tell people his message. (Col. 4:2-3a)

Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all, especially to
those who are of the household of faith. (Galatians 6:10)

May you take advantage of the doors God opens for you this day!

I want to live in a dream where dreams are real, no thiding in the shadow of this forsaken soul, where i can be what i want to be, where i can go where the wind cannot follow me. I am dreaming to be real and proud. I want to own something i can say my own world. In dreams everyone is nice and caring, in a place away from noise but near to you.

But, even in dreams you are away. Separate from my own individuality.

I thought in dreams you can be mine.
I forgot, dreams are just make believe
reality is no different.

Rainbow (Ost Crying Ladies)
by South Border
[img:541630]
Fallin' out, fallin' in
Nothing's sure in this world, no no
Breakin' down, breakin' in
Never knowin' what lies ahead
We can really never tell it all, no no

Say goodbye, say hello
To a lover or friend
Sometimes we never could understand
Why some things begin they just end
We can really never have it all, no no hoh hoh

REFRAIN
But, oh, can't you see
That no matter what happens, life goes on and on
And so, baby, just smile
'Cause I'm always around you
And I'll make you see how beautiful life is for you and me

CHORUS
Take a little time, baby
See the butterflies' colors
Listen to the birds that were sent to sing for me and you
Can you feel me
This is such a wonderful place to be

Even if there is pain now
Everything will be alright
For as long as the world still turns, there will be night and day
Can you hear me
There's a rainbow always after the rain

Hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh

Hittin' high, hittin' low
Win or lose you should go, yeah yeah
Getting warm, getting cold
Weather could be so good or bad
But, baby, this is life, now, don't get mad, no no no

REFRAIN
'Cause, oh, can't you see (can't you see)
That no matter what happens, life goes on and on
So, baby, please smile (just smile)
'Cause I'm always around you
And I'll make you see how beautiful life is for you and me

[Repeat CHORUS]

BRIDGE
Life's full of challenges, not all the time we get what we want
But don't despair my, dear (and I know that)
You'll take each trial and you'll make it through the storm 'cause you're strong
My faith in you is clear
So I’ll say once again this world's beautiful
And let us celebrate life that's so beautiful, so beautiful

[Repeat CHORUS]

site powered by tabulas | Back to Top - Home

Message in a Body
By Kelly L. Stone

[img:541629]

Have you completely lost your mind? I asked myself as I walked down the hall to the office of my boss. In my right hand I clutched the resignation letter I had typed the night before.

No, you haven't, the small part of me that wasn't scared to death whispered back. Remember what happened a few months ago?

Oh yes, I remembered it well.

I had worked for the same company for over a decade, my dedication and long hours finally paying off when I was promoted to upper management while still young. I had tons of responsibilities, and there were deadlines and daily crises. The stacks of paper on my desk grew taller as the weeks passed, and phone calls, faxes and e-mails dominated my life. I took great pride in my work, and mailed home some business cards to my parents so they could see the title under my name.

One by one, relationships with friends dwindled as I lived and breathed my job. It had become my whole life, and I gave it 110 percent. I pumped myself up with caffeine during the day and took over-the-counter sleep aids to fall asleep at night. I had five kinds of headache remedies and dozens of antacids in my purse as I pushed myself beyond my limits. I started keeping a pad and pen near my bed so I could take notes during those middle-of-the-night anxiety attacks that started to plague me.

Finally, my body said, No more! I had taken three days off and planned to go to Florida and soak in the tranquility of sun, ocean and beach, but the morning I was scheduled to leave I couldn't even get up. My body refused to move. I was utterly exhausted and drained. I slept all day, getting up only to eat before collapsing back into bed. The next day the same thing happened. I tried to bribe my body by imagining a dazzling mental slide show of our vacation, but my body said, Thanks, but no thanks. I need to be where I am.

By the third day I was scared. After forty-eight hours of almost nonstop sleep I was still exhausted and unwilling to move, so I called my doctor, and his office worked me into their schedule.

I lay on the examining table while a technician ran blood tests. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and was shocked - an older woman stared back at me. Who are you? I wondered. She didn't answer. The doctor came back in and pronounced me the healthiest sick person he had ever seen. "You have hyperstress," he said, and wrote a prescription.

"What am I supposed to take?" I asked. In a barely legible scrawl he had written on the pad: "Get a different job."

That day I made a promise to myself: I will carve out time for myself every day. When the clock says it's 5 p.m., I will leave, no matter what.

The first day back at work I had to force myself to do it, and was actually shocked when the sky didn't fall. What a revelation!

I started walking my dogs again, trying to pay them back for all the times I'd left them. I picked up my journal, blew dust off the cover and began writing. Words came slowly at first, then more freely as my inner voice was finally allowed to speak. During the next three months it said: quit your job, over and over again.

I'd been working since I was seventeen, part-time to put myself though college, and then full-time immediately after graduation. Now I had a strong feeling there was a person under all those diplomas and titles who was literally dying to get out. So, with no firm plans for the future, I gave a thirty-day notice and then spent that month alternating between panic, regret and hysteria. The real shocker - that I was easily replaceable - came when the company filled my position two weeks after my notice. The last day on the job I looked into the bathroom mirror and asked: Who are you?

The silence was deafening.

Suddenly, I had no job on which to hang my identity; I was putting all my trust in the great unknown, and I was truly scared. But there was also a strange, previously unknown faith buoying me up, telling me, Don't be afraid. Everything will work out. Believe in yourself! I clung to that like a frightened child to her mother's hand.

Finally, I was free to embark on my journey of self-discovery. After a while, I realized I'd never really forgotten who I was - I had just covered it up with work, work and more work. As I took long, slow walks in the woods, I rediscovered my inner core. I listened to my body and slept when it was tired, ate when it was hungry. I reconnected with friends, read dozens of books and wrote in my journal.

That faith did not fail me. Two months later, a friend heard of a low-stress job and helped me get an interview. I got the job - and a hefty pay cut as well - but I don't regret it for a second. That eight-week sabbatical changed my life and taught me that a life without balance isn't worth living - it isn't even livable! I felt a profound gratefulness to my body for sending me such a clear message.

I had dipped my hand in the well of restoration, and I will never forget it. I had finally learned to define myself from the inside out, rather than the outside in.

A hippie gets onto a bus and sits next to a nun in the front seat. The
hippie looks over and asks the nun if she would have sex with him.

The nun, surprised by the question, politely declines and gets off at the
next stop. When the bus starts again, the bus driver says to the hippie, "If
you want, I can tell you how you can get that nun to have sex with you."

The hippie of course says that he'd love to know, so the bus driver tells
him that every Tuesday evening at midnight the nun goes to the cemetery to
pray to the lord. "If you went dressed in robes and some glowing powder,"
says the bus driver, "You could tell her you were God and command her to
have sex with you."

The hippie decides to try this out. That Tuesday, he goes to the cemetery
and waits for the nun. Right on schedule, the nun shows up. While she's in
the middle of praying, the hippie walks out from hiding, in robes and
glowing with a mask of god. "I am God, I have heard your prayers and I will
answer them but you must have sex with me first," he says.

The nun agrees but asks for anal sex so she might keep her virginity. The
hippie agrees to this and quickly sets about having sex with the nun.

After the hippie finishes, he rips off his mask and shouts out, "Ha ha, I'm
the hippie! "

The nun replies by whipping off her mask and shouting, "Ha ha, I'm the bus
driver!"

THEY DESERVE OUR LOVE

Do we know the lonely? Do we know the unwanted and the unloved? Do we
know the hungry? Do we really know what hunger is?
I'll give you an example of what hunger is. A child got a piece of
bread from a Sister. (He had not eaten for sometime. I saw that child
eating the bread slowly, crumb by crumb. I said to him, "I know you are
hungry. Why don't you eat the bread up?"
The little one answered, "I want it to last longer!"
He was afraid that when he finished the bread, his hunger would come
back again. And so he ate it crumb by crumb!
The other child next to him, was not even eating. I thought that he
had finished his bread. But the little one said, "My father is sick, I'm
very hungry, but my father is sick, and I think he would love to have this
bread."
That little child was willing to go without food to be able to give
his father the joy of having a little piece of bread.
The poor are great people!...They aren't asking us to feel sorry for
them...They deserve our love!
Not long ago, some Sisters and I went out and picked up four or five
people off the streets. One of them was in terrible condition, so I told
the Sisters, "I'll take care of her." And I tried to do all that I could
for her, all that my love of Jesus could do.
When I put her in bed, she took hold of my hand. There was a beautiful
smile on her face. She said only, "Thank you!" And then she died.
She had given me much more than I had given her. She gave me her
GRATEFUL LOVE.
I couldn't help but examine myself. I said, "If I were she, what would
I have done?" And my answer was very sincere, "I would have tried to draw
some attention to myself by saying, 'I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm dying!' "
But she had courage, and she had love to give to me, instead of
keeping it for herself, of being focused on herself. These are very
admirable things!
Why are the Sisters always smiling?...Because we are trying to be
contemplatives in the heart of the world. We have chosen to be
Missionaries of Charity, to be carriers of God's love.
We have no reason to be unhappy. How can that be? If the words of Jesus
are true, "I was hungry, I was sick, I was naked, I was homeless, and you
did it to me," (Mt. 25:40) then we are touching Him twenty-fours a day.

This call is basically the same for you too, you have chosen to be
Christians. With Jesus and for Jesus, you will be able to live happily.
What we are doing, you cannot do.
And what you are doing we cannot do.
But together, we are doing something beautiful for God.
May our service to the poor further the salvation of mankind, of you
and me, for we are touching Jesus.

By MOTHER TERESA
Founder Missionaries of Charity

Heto na naman at dinadalaw na naman ako ng lungkot. matagal ko na itong hindi nadama simula nang pumasok ako sa isang grupo ng mga taong nakakatulong para maalis ang isipan ko sa mga negatibong bagay na umuukilkil sa isipan ko. Pero heto na namn sya, naghihintay ng pagkakataong sunggaban ang kahinaan ko, habang hindi ko magagawang makipaglaban. Dagdagan pa ng problema sa opisina. May mga tao akong gusto kong lapitan, ganun lang, kahit hindi ako magsalita. pero parang ang layo nila. Akala ko lang siguro talaga kaibigan sila. Meron namang parang nararamdaman nila agad kung ano ang nasa loob ko kahit hindi kami nagkikita. Salamat sa inyo. Gusto ko munang manahimik at baguhin ulit ang takbo ng buhay ko. Parang nakakasakal na rin.

Wala naman talaga akong dapat problemahin pa. Siguro hindi lang talaga ako bukas at nasa akin ang kamalian. Naala-ala ko tuloy yung isang movie na napanood ko na hindi malaman ng mga kamaganak ang dahilan kung bakit nagsuicide ang main character. nasa kanya na kasi lahat. Mayaman, mabait na pamilya, magandang trabaho, magandang hitsura. Pero isang araw eh natagpuang nakabigti. Walang makitang foul play. Sa huli, nalaman na nabore lang sya sa takbo ng buhay niya.

Ayoko namang umabot sa ganoon, may takot pa rin ako sa Diyos. Kahit pa aminin ko na maraming bese ko ng pinagtangkaang wakasan lahat. nandito pa rin ako at pinagsisihan ko na yon kung hindi, sana di ko kayo nakilala lahat.

[img:544249] Marso na, at dama ko na ang alinsangan ng panahon, masarap nga ang matulog ng walang damit, tanggal kahit brief. Parang bumabalik ako sa pagkasanggol. Ang sarap damhin ng kumot at unan na sumisiping sa hubad na katawan habang ikaw ang pangarap ko. Ewan ko, ang dala yata ng init ay pagiging romantiko. Lumalabas ang nais kong magsabog ng pagmamahal. hehehehehhehee, o sadyang malibog lang ako? Marso na. Pero dama ko pa rin ang lamig ng Pebrero o sadyang nangungulila sa init na matagal na panahon ko nang hindi nakakamtan maliban sa init na binibigay ng aking mga kamay. ahhhhhhhh, ewan, ganito talaga ang buhay ng soltero.