To all the people that have spend their time with me…

•January 25, 2008 • Leave a Comment

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.  There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with those important to him. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over “his side of the fence” as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home he and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box? ” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days, the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read.  Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside. “Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! – Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most…was…my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked. “I need some time to spend with my son,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet…thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,”

Time has a way of getting away from all of us…

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•December 11, 2007 • 2 Comments

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

I thought I moved on

Still

Nandito ako nagpapakatanga

Nagpapakagago

Umaasang

Balang araw

Mamahalin mo…

jowk jowk jowk time…

•December 3, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Some corny jowks… hehehe
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Anak: Inay, totoo ba na “first love never dies?”

Nanay: Oo naman! Tingnan niyo ‘yang tatay niyo. 1st love ko, hanggang ngayon buhay pa ang hinayupak, ‘di pa mamatay na lang!

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Boy: Sino matapang? Lumabas ang matapang dyan!

Siga: Ako matapang! Bakit?

Boy: Survey lang po…. O ‘yung mga duwag naman ……

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Boy1: Tanungin mo ako ng English, sasagutin kita ng Spanish.

Boy2: What is more important? Heart or Mind?

Boy1: Spanish!

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Mr: Kung marunong ka lang sanang maglaba, eh ‘di nakakatipid sana tayo ng 2000 sa maid.

Mrs: hmmph!! kung ikaw magaling sa kama, eh di nakatipid tayo ng 7500 sa driver!

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Son: Ma, bakit kayo tumatalbog sa ibabaw ni daddy?

Mom: Wala anak, pinapaliit ko lang tiyan ng Daddy mo.

Son: Ay naku. Mapapagod lang kayo kasi hinihipan din ulit ‘yan ni yaya!

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A black baby was given a pair of wings by a fairy….

Baby: does this mean I am an angel?

Fairy laughs….

Fairy: Of course not! Negrang ito, ambisyosa! Paniki ka!

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Nanay: Anak, hindi ka ba nahihiya? Linis ako nang linis dito tapos ikaw, naglalaro lang diyan?

Anak: Inay, hindi ba mas nakakahiya kung ako ang naglilinis diyan at ikaw ang naglalaro dito?

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In a petshop…

Customer (talking to a parrot): “Hoy! Can you speak ha? Can you speak? BOBO!’….

Parrot: Yes, I can! Ikaw? Can you fly, ha? Can you fly? GAGO!

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Ama: May taning na buhay ko. Pag ako’y namatay huwag mong ibenta yung lupa sa likod ng bahay…

Anak: Hindi naman atin yun ‘ Tay..

Ama: Kaya nga huwag mo ibenta dahil hindi atin yun, tanga!

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Bigo sa pag-ibig? Maghanap na lang ng….

KUBA – Mapagkumbaba

PILAY – Hindi ka tatakbuhan

BULAG – Walang paki sa looks

PIPI – Hindi magsasalita ng bad words.

at eto the best….

DULING – Hindi ka hahayaan mag-isa!

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Magkaibigan kumakain…

Pedro: Anong palaman ng tinapay mo?

Juan: Kiso!

Pedro: Kiso? Ano ka ba? nakakahiya ka! Hindi iyan kiso! Chess yan.. CHESS!

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Anong tawag sa uod na nasa gitna ng kalsada?

‘Eh di matapang!

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Baliw1: Bakit ang airplane, pag umiikot ang elisi, umaangat sa

lupa? Bakit ung bintilador kahit umiikot, nasa mesa pa rin?

Baliw2: Tanga ka pala ‘eh! Kasi ung bintilador may kurdon, pinipigilan yon!

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3 Baliw sa Mental nagkukuwentuhan. ..

B1: Ako presidente dito!

B2: Wala ka sa akin! Ako si Bush, Presidente sa America!

B1: Sino nagsabi?

B2: Ang Diyos!

B3: At kelan kita sinabihan?

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Prof: Who among you experienced having sex with a ghost??

Juan raised his hand…

Prof: Really? How does it feel to have sex with a ghost?

Juan: Ay putcha! Akala ko goats!

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Q: Bakit dahan-dahan magbukas ng gamot ang mga tanga?

A: Ayaw nilang magising ang mga sleeping pills!

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Teacher: Jigs, ano susunod sa 7?

Jigs: 8 po!

Teacher: Sa 2?

Jigs: 3 po!

Teacher: Ang galing mo! sino nagturo sayo?

Jigs: Tatay ko po!

Teacher: O sige, last question. Ano susunod sa 10?

Jigs: Jack po!

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Nasa bubong ang sakristan, sinisilipan and pari at madre…..

Madre: Papano pag nabuntis ako?

Pari: Bahala na ang nasa itaas!

Sakristan: Pambihira naman, bakit ako? Nanonood lang naman ako ah!

letting go…

•November 27, 2007 • Leave a Comment

I’m not really sure how I felt from the start, I love this girl from the deepest of my heart. Thoughts of her keeps playing in my mind but why is she acting like she doesn’t want me anymore. I love this girl and if loving her continues to hurt me this way… I must think of myself too, I have decided to let her go…

She doesn’t have to hurt me this way…

I love this girl but…

She’s hurting me in ways she doesn’t know….

If my loving irritates you,
then
I must let go…

Desperate

•November 17, 2007 • Leave a Comment

I have been thinkin’ a lot lately, ano ba ang priority ko sa buhay? People say you live in order to have a good life. Pro pag nde mo naman nakukuha yung taong pinakagusto mo, is that a good life? Alam kong naging maloko din ako sa mga relatioships, minsan nga anim anim pa haha pero bakit ngayon, ’tila nakakarma na ata ako. I want a good life with that girl, kahit na siguro maging magkaibigan nalang kame ayus na sa akin, pro bakit tila kahit kaibigan nde ko pa maramdaman.

I’m really needing her, I admire her so much and I don”t know of she knows. Pro nasabi ko na naman sa kanya yun? Why is she so insesnsitive? I really really like her at ramdam kong kahit papano gusto rin nya ako.. Pero bakit ganun? Mga babae talaga nde ko maintindihan…

Loving her in a way she don’t know

•October 28, 2007 • 2 Comments

I see you everyday in the office and I want you to know how I’m feeling… When you talk to me I feel like I want to kiss you gently in the lips, hug you and whisper how much I love you.

I know that it is so wrong now that I feel this way, I know you have a son and a boyfriend as well. But when I see you my wildest imagination awakes, I don’t know why I feel this maybe we are sort of partners in our past lives.

I don’t really know what I intend, just one kiss and I’m allright. Please give me that kiss I beg you now because that kiss will decide all my doubts.

Just one kiss just let me know…

Quotes from my old sim…

•October 25, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Hmmm…eto nalang nakakatuwa, basa nalang kau green jowks na send ng mga peeps from this sim…

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Q: In which place do both men and women have CURLY hair?

A: I was thinking of Africa…(Green minded) 

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Letter from the hospital:

Dear Sir,We are pleased to inform u that d red rush around ur penis isn’t cancer but lipstick.Our apologies for the amputation. 

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Man at 20: Simply F*ck

Man at 30: Love to f*ck

Man at 40: Still can f*ck

Man at 50: Try to f*ck

Man at 60: Cry after f*ck

Man at 70: What the f*ck

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Man to saleslady…

Man: My wife needs bra but I don’t know the size

Girl: Touch my breast and try to calculate

Man: Oh wow! I forgot she needs panties too…😄 

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Mrs: Hoy animal, sino ‘tong baby na nagtetext?

Mr: Ah, kumpare ko yan lalake yan, baby lang ang palayaw

Mrs: Oh eto replyan mo nde daw kayo tuloy at may regla daw ang tarantado. 

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Mga lasa ng gatas ng babae

Dalagita: Fresh Milk

Dalaga: Pasteurized

Bagong Kasal: Skimmed

Matagal ng kasal: Yogurt

Matandang dalaga: Taho

Lola: Tokwa

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Quotes too…

Eto nde ko talaga binura ‘to fav ko ‘tong mga quotes na ‘to eh: 

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Never wound if you can’t kill, never kill if you can’t run, never run if you can’t hide, never hide if you can’t wound

***WTF! ***

It’s good to have money and the things money can buy, but it’s good too to check once in a while and make sure you haven’t lost the things money can buy

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For most of the time, you won’t remember the last time you kissed the one you love. That’s because you never thought it would be the last

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You’ll never know how much you needed your friends until you look back along the rope and realize how many knots they tied to keep you from falling

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