Entries for April, 2005

April 1st, 2005

Hamog At Ulan

Hamog, Makatang Kiko, 3/31/05

 

Ang

kaibahan

ng hamog

sa ulan

Ay ang

paraan ng

paghalik

sa mga

Dahon at

talulot ng

 mga

bulaklak at

halaman.


 

Banayad

ang dampi

nitong

hamog,

Ninanamnam

sa pagbagsak

ang lambot,

Marahan ang

hagod bago

bumagsak

At tuluyang

mabasag

sa lupa.


 

Pangahas

Itong

ulan,

Bigla ang

pagbasa sa

hindi

nakahumang

halaman.

Walang

pakialam

kung may

nasaktan

Maibuhos

lamang ang

kanyang

kalakasan.


 

Ako’y hamog

na nais

dumampi

sa ‘yo bulaklak,

Bigyan mo

ng pahintulot

na ika’y

mapaliguan.

Nagpapaalam

na talulot

mo’y mahalikan.

Pagkatapos nito’y

maaari nang

mawala’t

Tuluyang

maglaho

sa lupa

ng kapalaran.


 

Sandali man

ang buhay

na naranasan,

Sapat na

dahil ika’y

aking

nadampian.

Posted by kikomontesena at 09:34 AM | 1 comments

April 4th, 2005

The Brick

The Brick!!! Read It. Read this today and don't delete

it if you are too busy!! You'll see.

> >

> >

> >THE BRICK

> >

> >

> >A young and successful executive was traveling down a

> >neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new

> >Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from

> >between parked cars and slowed down

> >

> >when he thought he saw something. As his car passed,

> >no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into

> >the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and

> >backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had

> >been thrown. The angry driver

> >

> >then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid

> >and pushed him up against

> >

> >a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and

> >who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's

> >a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a

> >lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was

> >apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I

> >didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the

> >brick because no one else would stop..." With tears

> >dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth

> >pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my

> >brother, "he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell

> >out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

> >

> >Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive,

> >"Would you please help me get him back into his

> >wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

> >

> >Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the

> >rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly

> >lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair,

> >then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the

> >fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him

> >everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may

> >God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.

> >Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the

> >boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the

> >sidewalk toward their home.

> >

> >

> >It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The

> >damage was very noticeable, but the driver never

> >bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the

> >dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go

> >through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick

> >at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our

> >souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we

> >don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at

> >us. It's our choice to listen or not.

> >

> >Thought for the Day:

> >

> >If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on

> >it.

> >

> >If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.

> >

> >He sends you flowers every spring.

> >

> >He sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend -

> >He is crazy about you!

Posted by kikomontesena at 08:04 AM | Add a Comment

Bday Bug

Still got a headache dahil sa magdamagang inuman with my pamangkins. Maraming pulutan kasi tapos nagkaraoke kami later that night. Friends and relatives kept texting me all through the day (kaya feeling ko aba, sa sungit kong ito marami palang nagmamahal sa kin heheheehe). I expected some persons to greet me pero di yata nila naalala, (OKS lang na amy halong tampo) ayaw kong maging kabawasan sa one peso load nila sa pagtext ng isang message.

May nga nagdala ng cakes, pagkain, nagluto pa bayaw ko ng mga pulutan. Bakit kaya pag bday, everyone seems so nice and caring? 'Pag tinatanong ako ilang taon ka na? Sabi ko huminto na akong magbilang hehheheehe.

Sunday halos di ako makagulapay sa sakit ng ulo, umiikot paningin ko, I took a cold shower tapos kumain ng breakfast with longganisang Cabanatuan sawsaw sa sukang maasim, sarappppp. Tapos maglinis natulog muli, nakipagharutan sa mga pamangkin sa pagsayaw ng Chufeta, at chocolatee.

Noong hapon na inaya ko bayaw ko at sister na  magpamasahe. Ang sarap at nakakarelax talaga. I think, idadagdag ko na ang masahe sa weekly activities ko.

 

Posted by kikomontesena at 12:11 PM | Add a Comment

April 7th, 2005

Share: Nobody's friend

NOBODY'S FRIEND

I'm old man Worry, and I'm nobody's friend,

Though I'm called in many a home.

When trouble comes, for me they will send,

And it matters not where they roam.

For me they will lay awake many a night,

And I pay them in shattered nerves.

But they hold me and cuddle me tight--

I'm an old man whom many a one serves.

The rich and the poor invite me in,

And I go wherever they ask.

But they should know I hurt like sin,

And unfit them for any task.

I rob them of friends, as well as health,

And things that are held most dear.

And it matters not if they have wealth,

They are not happy when I am near.

But there are two smart ones where I can't abide--

They are Faith and Hope, I declare!

Wherever they go I stay outside--

No room to crowd in there.

Posted by kikomontesena at 11:41 AM | Add a Comment

April 12th, 2005

Healing

HEALING

taken from `BE YOURSELF'

by Dean Henryson

Life becomes a greater struggle than it has to be when you are

insensitive to your feelings. If you are not sensitive to your hurt,

you will not be able to use that feeling as a guide to focus you in

the direction you should be growing. When you are not growing in the

right direction, your life fills with more negative stress,

complicating any healing that needs to be done. If you are in a job

you don't want, if you are in a marriage you are not supposed to be

in, if you are doing things you are not supposed to be doing, life

will be a greater struggle because you are not in your life. It is

like trying to swim up a river that has a current too strong for you.

The river has a strong current of stress that only can be dealt with

positively if you know-like the salmon-that your home is upstream.

You should not be swimming up a stream that your feelings do not

direct you up. Regular life-stress becomes compounded with stress

from things you shouldn't have accepted. You don't get the relief you

should because you are not doing things which make you feel good. If

you don't follow what you are supposed to be doing, nature will get

angry at you and punish you by making things more difficult than

things should be. This does not mean that you cannot grow from

swimming up a 'wrong' river; you may be growing simply to become more

sensitive to your feelings. Don't complain; start becoming what you

are supposed to become. Get back into your river.

A powerful force that gets us off track is having never dealt with

the pain we experienced as a child. This pain can become so old and

deep that we forget it is even there. When it gets superimposed on

the present, as it does despite the best attempts of our defenses to

contain it, it makes us more needy and sensitive to present pain.

This confuses us, and we may think we are going crazy because we

don't know where so much pain and anger comes from. We don't know how

to deal with the feelings because we have not placed them where they

belong. The feelings cannot leave us until we attach them to where

they belong. We may be afraid to look at the old, deep hurt. It may

seem as an endless, dark space where we may never find light. After

all, it must contain something scary for us to have been running from

it our whole lives. In fact, it is the single most scariest thing for

us to face in our lifetime, but we must in order to be healthy. And

we must face it over and over again.

What helps you walk through this scary, dark space is knowing that

you are in the process of embracing and becoming yourself. This is

the little candle you can hold onto in the dark. You can stop looking

for yourself outside: in other relationships, places, and in excesses

of money or material objects. You are already complete in this

moment. Other external things may come as they come, but you no

longer need them. You are on the journey to yourself.

Stop running from yourself. It no longer makes sense. You are not

bad; you are not powerless; you are not worthless; you only feel so

when you do not face yourself, preventing yourself from being. Think

about that. You should feel bad, powerless, and worthless when you

are not being yourself. That is where you should be. That is part of

your healing process. Otherwise, it would be too easy and painless

for everyone not to be himself. Humanity would stop existing. Why

won't you take the next step into the darkness? It is through the

darkness that you will find true light. Do you want someone else to

take that step for you? That will never happen. The step is yours to

take, so you must take it.

Posted by kikomontesena at 12:10 PM | Add a Comment

April 14th, 2005

Love & Cheeseburgers

Love and Cheeseburgers
By Kathy Bohannon

     Things have been hard for a friend of mine.  She and her six-year-old son have just moved into their own apartment, a break they needed to get out of a difficult situation.  The responsibilities of having their own home puts pressure on her while she tries to support her son, and once in a while, it gets the best of her.
     The little guy is a typical six-year-old: mischievous, energetic and curious.  His questions deluge her daily as he discovers the world around him.  Most of the time, she takes it all in stride, amazed at how easy it is to please him.  The promise of a simple cheeseburger from his favorite restaurant is enough for him to be on his best behavior for an entire weekend.  His mom is grateful she can give him what he wants, at least for now.
     One evening at the end of a very long day at work, the demands of the day were heavy on her mind.  After picking up her son at after-school care, the two of them went home for dinner.  While going through the motions of preparing his food and looking over his first-grade school papers, the tasks of being a single mom overwhelmed her.  Once she had him bathed and tucked into bed, she sat down in the living room and cried.  Everything hit her suddenly and without warning.  The recent loss of her beloved grandmother, combined with the responsibilities of single-parenting, was just too much.  Wiping tears from her eyes, she looked up to see her son peeking into the living room from the hallway.
     "Mommy, are you okay?"
     "Yes, honey," she replied.  "I'm just a little sad."
     He walked over to her and wrapped his small arms around her neck.  Though she tried to hold them back, her tears fell even more freely, and her son reassured her that everything would be all right.  Hurrying back to his bedroom, he returned quickly, handing his mom a small piece of paper folded into a crumpled square.
     She opened it and read its message: "I love you, Mom."
     She would have reached out at that moment and held him for eternity, but he had gone into the kitchen and was busy making her his special dish.  It's the only thing he can cook, and it took him quite a while to prepare it.
     Finally, he came into the living room with a plate of buttered toast.  It was all he had to give, that and the note.
     While he sat there proudly, she ate every bite, even though the butter was in a huge clump in the middle.
     "That's what love is all about," she later told me.  "He gave me all he had, wrote the words he best knew how to spell, prepared the only food he knew how to prepare.  I'm not nearly as alone as I was feeling that evening.  I have a wonderful son who loves me."
     Sometimes, when you least expect it, a blessing from God shines through your darkest moment.  For my friend, that blessing is with her all the time, in tennis shoes and tiny blue jeans.
     I asked her what in the world a parent could do when a child has given his all.
     She smiled and replied, "The next day, I took him out for a cheeseburger."

Posted by kikomontesena at 08:13 AM | Add a Comment

April 19th, 2005

Courage

By Rev. Patrick Fountaine, "Little Talks About Life"

* "IF A MAN LACKS COURAGE..."

It can be truthfully said that courage isn't the only quality

necessary for success in the world, but it can also be truthfully said that

if a man possesses all other qualities and lacks courage, he cannot

succeed. There is an old tale about Satan walking in the Street of Life,

sulking in the shadows with his hunting dogs, the little imps of human

weakness.

A man, Albert, came walking down the streets; Satan said to a

little imp, scowling with a bitter face: "Go, get him for me!" Quickly the

imp crossed the street, silently and lightly hopped to the man's shoulders.

In his ear he whispered, "You are discouraged." "No, said the man, "I am

not discouraged." "You are discouraged!" insisted the imp. This time the

man replied, "I do not think I am." Louder and more decidedly, the little

imp repeated, "I tell you, you are discouraged!" Albert dropped his head

and murmured: "Well, I suppose I am." The little imp darted back to Satan,

and said proudly: "I've got him; he's discouraged."

Another man, Carlson, passed. Again old Satan said: "Get him for

me!" The proud little demon of discouragement repeated his tactics. The

first time he said, "You are discouraged." The man replied, emphatically,

"No." The second time Carlson replied, "I tell you I am not

discouraged!" The third time he said to the imp, "You lie! I am not

discouraged!" And Carlson walked down the street, his head erect, going

straight toward the light.

The imp of discouragement returned to his master, crestfallen, "I

couldn't get him," he reported. "Three times I told him he was

discouraged. The third time, he called me a liar, and that really

discouraged me!"

************

Dear Lord, if I were on my own I would have reason to be disheartened. But

You have promised that You are near to those who are brokenhearted, to

those who have lost hope. And so with You I know there is no problem too

big, no hurt too deep, no mistake so bad that I cannot overcome. Grant me

Your gift of courage and help me to cast my fears and anxieties upon You.

Keep me close to You, Lord, and protect me from the snares of the evil one

whose only plan is to draw me apart from You. I know that if you are with

me, nobody can be against me.

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THE LORD is near to those who are discouraged;

he saves those who have lost hope.

The good man suffers many troubles,

but the Lord saves him from them all.

Psalm 34:18-19)

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Posted by kikomontesena at 03:11 PM | Add a Comment

Mensahe ng isang Kaibigan

sagot sa akin ng isang kaibigan ng dinadalaw ako ng depression. gusto kong ishare sa inyo.

nararamdaman ko ang lungkot na nadarama mo sa iyong pananalita, sa iyong kilos at sa iyong mga mata. lahat tayo ay may kalugkutan sa buhay. sinasabi mo suwerte ako, pero minsan iniisip ko hindi rin. may mga bagay na ikalulungkot natin kahit ano pa man. kahit may pera ka, may siyota o asawa, may anak, maraming kasama, lahat-lahat ng dapat ikaligaya--magiging malungkot pa rin tayo kapag nasa sa atin na ito. siguro dahil hindi natin alam ang katotohanan kung ano ang silbi natin sa mundo. noon wala akong ng mga bagay na hinahanap ko malungkot ako- at ng matagpuan ko ito sumaya ako pero nararamdaman ko pa rin ang lungkot paminsan-minsan. hindi kaya sadya tayong ipinanganak na malulungkutin o kailang talaga nating hanapin ang katotohanan? minsan naiisip ko naman na ang emosyon ay nasa isip lamang. isipin mong masaya ka at sasaya ka, isipin mong malungkot ka at lulungkot ka isipin mong may sakit ka at magkakasakit ka.

kailangan lang siguro ay i-condition natin ang ating mga sarili. sinulat ko ito di lamang para sa iyo, kundi naman para sa akin.lahat tayo ay may kanya-kanyang lungkot. iba-iba lamang siguro ang bigat ngunit iba-iba rin ang ating pagtanggap. pareng kiko, lahat ng tao ay kailangan ng karamay. huwag kang mapagod.

 

"salamat kaibigan, salamat"

Posted by kikomontesena at 03:21 PM | 3 comments

Trees

Subject: Three Trees

 

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I wil take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of myhull." Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the Hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and How close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter, "And he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest. At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship. When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tre knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop; the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got What they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

Please keep this moving... pass it on, so He may inspire more people on the way. May your day be blessed. And until we meet again, may God cradle you in the palm of His hand.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

Posted by kikomontesena at 05:11 PM | Add a Comment

April 25th, 2005

Simon's comments on American Idol

THANKS to Loi R. Landicho of Makati City for sharing his compilation of "Simonisms"-Simon Cowell's scathing remarks on "American Idol," which add spice to the top-rated talent search. Enjoy:

"In a competition full of hamburgers, you are a steak."

"In a second life, I want to come back as your microphone."

"It looks like you've gone into an aging machine."

"It was a little like watching a kitten who wants to be a tiger."

"You're the musical equivalent of Ryan Seacrest."

"I think 30 million TV sets in America had their volume turned down simultaneously tonight."

"(You doing a sexy performance) would be rather like Randy Jackson going on 'Baywatch.'"

"Thank God it was only a one-minute song-we'd have a full striptease after three minutes."

"That was the equivalent of musical wallpaper-when you're in a house, you notice the wallpaper, but you don't remember it."

"You've turned into the musical equivalent of a blanket: you're just sort of comfortable and safe."

"Honestly, based on that performance, if I were sitting in a karaoke bar, I'd be switching the microphone off."

"Let me give you a horoscope: A suitcase and plane ticket within 24 hours.

"You have as much Latin flair as a polar bear!"

-And what do the "American Idol" finalists have to say in turn about Simon Cowell? Therein lies a long, tall, pained and even bitchier tale!



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