tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73920022380132930602024-02-02T01:02:53.683-08:00MalatiiNessSmile, Laughter, Love, Lifemalatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-31278539236977251592022-01-28T00:01:00.001-08:002022-01-28T00:09:23.780-08:00THE MOST INTIMATE PHRASE OF THE DAY<p> </p><p><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">I WOKE UP AT DAWN AND I FELT YOU.</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHynHqcL3CDseB-sR_KezLNaonlZmP9fZi-OerXfvoKQhmjxWQnqCq0DhqdvDdehtRKxshMPAJBMszF3vxkMmIV9D8UuhoQEw5p1oA_e2tog_xVrvB_Vz_WUX9fg_YkiJT8HKlOsGugS_vv06vlFx-jhfwkWcHi7X3QuFbRGLl3gMW_naiE5izBGaYfg=s750" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="510" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHynHqcL3CDseB-sR_KezLNaonlZmP9fZi-OerXfvoKQhmjxWQnqCq0DhqdvDdehtRKxshMPAJBMszF3vxkMmIV9D8UuhoQEw5p1oA_e2tog_xVrvB_Vz_WUX9fg_YkiJT8HKlOsGugS_vv06vlFx-jhfwkWcHi7X3QuFbRGLl3gMW_naiE5izBGaYfg=w628-h640" width="628" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-28636596989187869222022-01-27T23:33:00.000-08:002022-01-27T23:33:34.796-08:00THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FEELING IN THE WORLD<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">The most beautiful feeling in the world is when you receive a note that reads like this:</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: #e4e6eb; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"TO: MY NEWFOUND FRIEND </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #e4e6eb; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Written: January 28, 2022, 4:00 am,
Background: Just want to give back something unique. After all, I can't sleep anymore after taking a pee.
I was lost and alone
Floating in the sea of life on my own.
Then I heard a voice to go to that place
To find me a solace.
I came not knowing what to expect
Except for the fact that I needed a lift.
I didn’t know you, You don’t know me
But I freely unburdened what’s inside of me.
You listened, I was partially relieved.
For in my heart I said,
“Ah that’s what I needed
An ear ready to listen and to receive.”
Days passed by with you on my side
Not preaching, not demanding.
You just guided this broken soul
Sweetly, lovingly, unconditionally.
What then can I say? Thank you? God bless you?
I can say it a hundred times.
But the best is to tell you, “Thank you for your unconditional love
And my dear, I just want to give you back an unconditional love as well.”
Bestie? BFF?
From: Your newfound friend </span></p><p><span style="background-color: #e4e6eb; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And this is my reply:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Hi bestie, or should I call you besh? Bff? Bae? Bro? It doesn't matter, for after all, love isn't measured by endearments, I suppose.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Can two women be intimate and not sexual?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I find that in you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">With you, it's big friendship love. Your pain feels like my pain. Your joy feels like mine. It's a complex thing, but I know you're my person over the long haul.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">For the shortest time, I have brought our friendship to more parts of my life. Things, memories that I never shared and opened up to anyone before just flowed out like cascading waters into the sea of healing and refreshment. I know that with me, you felt the same, too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">You are my "womance" for life. We're not alike in a lot of ways but our prowess on not skimping on communication is a bigger comfort. I admire the open honesty, the ever-present helping hand, the big hugs, and the shining moments of fun and laughter. You fill in all these without the slightest effort on your part.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, that with you I feel like a plant "repotted". Repotted to bloom more and glow more. To bless and be given another shot at life. This is the setting our friendship has started. Will we be colossal re-potters for each other over time? Only God knows for sure.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Thank you, bigtime. My friend, my love, my angel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih8ng2Xz__lEHehHxXy4uwfOLGq6Zx7rXVu4GQLuSYJENBEWD_5Iz01quDJEmJXr9kJK8MCmqxcfofu9F_AVrYtmB2MQdCGABPAwHmkxBxAfxTjcZLI9jLGX8cAAqS4Tzv3ZDnz8CMJO-NWBaRxt6l1kJf59NqnTI8_1y6x4t996I9rDqAlI_RTD5ucA=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih8ng2Xz__lEHehHxXy4uwfOLGq6Zx7rXVu4GQLuSYJENBEWD_5Iz01quDJEmJXr9kJK8MCmqxcfofu9F_AVrYtmB2MQdCGABPAwHmkxBxAfxTjcZLI9jLGX8cAAqS4Tzv3ZDnz8CMJO-NWBaRxt6l1kJf59NqnTI8_1y6x4t996I9rDqAlI_RTD5ucA=w640-h288" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-34682717807632681852021-10-03T00:05:00.000-07:002021-10-03T00:05:41.640-07:00EULOGY FOR A GREAT FATHER, PAPA TEM<span id="docs-internal-guid-b3049b3c-7fff-4c4a-6bf3-becda9cf5d44"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVji1cfGmEZ_W-ZH3IVBXBmbVPtvgSOrBHci4Us8hMVVEk7yQVw_6tkFRrhDlcnyexOFIe5VgBzBBNR383-ATaNUSaWkMDzk4pkseOvBBDiOcW2Os9XbeAu4V4RE61kANw6KnIsDsLGmPT/s800/IMG_3484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVji1cfGmEZ_W-ZH3IVBXBmbVPtvgSOrBHci4Us8hMVVEk7yQVw_6tkFRrhDlcnyexOFIe5VgBzBBNR383-ATaNUSaWkMDzk4pkseOvBBDiOcW2Os9XbeAu4V4RE61kANw6KnIsDsLGmPT/w640-h360/IMG_3484.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p>Good evening. Let me begin by thanking everyone of you for coming tonight. I know that there are some of you who have travelled far like my sister, Sharon and my brother in law, Junjan and nephew Peniel. Many of you here are first generation witnesses as to how my father has lived his life as lovingly, thoughtfully and bravely up to the end.</span><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How and when does one die? A man once said,, “The idea is to die young as late as possible.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At 88 years old, Papa never stopped taking adventures even to the point of risking his health and life for the sake of service to his wife, children, friends, and even for people he did not know but who were in need. Isa sa pinaka favorite niya nga passage sa Bible is the story of the good samaritan. In most of our chats about service, he would often ask, “Who is your neighbor?” Is the help that you extend to your neighbor limited only to those whom you like and rub elbows with? Anyone who is in need is your neighbor. Papa has a big heart for the needy. Mao na ang iyang giila nga neighbor, layo man or maduol sa iya in distance. Even ang last niya nga100 pesos sa iyang bulsa ihatag pa gyud na niya basta naay mangayo nga nagkinahanglan kaayo. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pinaka di niya gusto is kanang dili sya kalaag kay grabe gyud kalaagan. He loves talking to people from all walks of life regardless of status, ma bata, ma tiguwang, babae, lalaki, niwang tambok, gwapa, gwapo, batig nawng basta tawo, dili alien hehehe. He was very empathetic. He is no cynic. He always look for the good in every person. He valued character over status.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhYl8ZaYGSkIWUH6y1CoPDJa2IBp1AmhS21WBc36OXKfu2mAJ9RXGK2cTB0wYh64XDlXC1gwdIXrBH3f-Cq9OqFcJBBdD1O69MQoQZ2jMhBVww6_OvIHm7Rarwfrwftzf_y1ZwhjoRzpT/s1080/10964723_10200170635984400_1390164433_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1080" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhYl8ZaYGSkIWUH6y1CoPDJa2IBp1AmhS21WBc36OXKfu2mAJ9RXGK2cTB0wYh64XDlXC1gwdIXrBH3f-Cq9OqFcJBBdD1O69MQoQZ2jMhBVww6_OvIHm7Rarwfrwftzf_y1ZwhjoRzpT/w400-h281/10964723_10200170635984400_1390164433_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">This covid19 pandemic wherein seniors need to stay home was just too much for him. Ana siya, mora man kog piniriso ani. But he always finds a way. Ang iyang schedule every morning after he did his morning walk and walked his and Aj’s dog, Bruno, was to go to my house and eat papaya or mango and drink coffee. Bisan pag hatdan namo siyag papaya sa ilaha, magpasumangil gihapon ug adtos amoa para lang kalaag ug maka chika chika and then magduyan duyan dayun sa garden nila Lea and Marcial. After that, he will say uy, naa pa man diay koy paliton sa San Vicente merkado. “Ayawg adto Pa, kay covid karun. Ipasugo nalang nako imung paliton.” Muingon ra siya ug ok pro paggawas sa balay, muhaguros gihapon sa iyang motor padung San Vicente. Badlongon gyud kaayo nga maas. My constant prayer then was that God would just protect him and make him invisible to the enemy which is covid19. Even if covid19 has Papa's name, nga protektahan siya sa Ginoo nga ilikay siya. And God was so gracious. Wala gyud siya na covid sa sige niyang sibat sibat. Usahay pa gani kuno muabot sa Imadejas sa iyang mga amigo didto. He was unstoppable.</span><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Papa taught us that public service is noble and necessary; that one can serve with integrity and hold true to the important values like faith and family. He strongly believed that it was important to give back to the community in which one lived. He recognized that serving others enriched the giver’s soul.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF53NLVDuxbh7BubuVWON7oBzxKVYn6NxAJfpf-kNjuSqXV_gQJK7D55z20Xkl-anL8GudCk8eN0fBmczG6K2a3fFtnPp2QZp5uwwDoJ2q7We4IFGzVCHcU7gCGhzZGRWiQC9rPGRi5Ic_/s720/received_1932980913395213.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="720" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF53NLVDuxbh7BubuVWON7oBzxKVYn6NxAJfpf-kNjuSqXV_gQJK7D55z20Xkl-anL8GudCk8eN0fBmczG6K2a3fFtnPp2QZp5uwwDoJ2q7We4IFGzVCHcU7gCGhzZGRWiQC9rPGRi5Ic_/w400-h225/received_1932980913395213.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">He had an enormous capacity to give of himself. Many a person would tell you that Papa became a mentor and a father figure in their life. He listened and he consoled. He was their friend. I have read your Facebook posts about my father. What a great second father he was, a great uncle, a great mentor. It is so heart warming to know that he has touched your lives in small and great ways and he has left a mark in your hearts. I just miss this endearing part of his unique personality.</span><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He taught us what it means to be a wonderful father, grandfather, and great grand-father. He was firm in his principles and supportive as we began to seek our own ways. He encouraged and comforted, but never steered. We tested his patience..I know I did… but he always responded with the great gift of unconditional love.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Papa never missed church. He was always ready every Sunday to go and attend fellowship and service. He loved his churchmates. He enjoyed ministry and gave of his resources. He loved staying after church for fellowship with other believers. He just loved God’s family. And he loved reading and memorizing the Word of God. He lived by God’s word.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Papa was very intelligent. We all know that and we have seen that. One week before he was hospitalized, gihatag niya sa ako ang iyang original copy sa iyang picture..that newspaper publication that he graduated Cum Laude in college. He told me to make copies of it and distribute to my siblings because he wanted us to remember how intelligent he was. Despite his struggles in college, working full time in Congress while going to school in the evening, he managed to graduate with honors.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">He liked to laugh. He laughed at silly jokes, silly shows, silly people and if there’s nothing to laugh about, he laughed at himself. He could tease and needle, but never out of malice. He placed good value on a good joke.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was a serious and disciplined man, but he could never resist the opportunity to have a laugh with friends and loved ones, given half the chance.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He loved music. Oh, how he loved the old, romantic songs. He sings them by heart. He listened to the songs of Frank Sinatra, Andy Williams, Matt Monroe and their contemporaries meditatively and heartily. In fact, he often gave us copies of his favorite songs so we can listen to them like he did.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was close to perfect as a father. All 10 of us siblings have a unique bonding and closeness with him. He just knew how to adjust to our different personalities with ease and style. His favorite random statement was “I love you” and meant it. He was always there to help and encourage us. He knew each of our limitations and managed to navigate within our area of boundaries. He appreciated every detail of our stories no matter how lousy it was. Mo "wow" lang gihapon siya bisan lousy ang among istorya. There was a time in the hospital when I was alone with him and he needs to be lifted. I tried to lift him up pro di ko kadaug sa iya. He told me, “Ka bulalo mo bel” but with a wink in his eye and a smile on his face. And we just laughed together so heartily.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Finally, everyday in his 63 years of marriage, Papa adhered to the adage, “Happy wife, happy life.” He taught our husbands how to be great husbands by example. He married his childhood sweetheart. He adored her. He loved her. He served her. He laughed and cried with her. He was totally dedicated to her, our Mama Luz.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEz_Aa1Qryb5Ckq6RCkxdEirQrfHXrXPGX2CutsCeC_lX5ZCH6fTLb0spm7aMbAOiJIPCE0m-olMRAn22iuBeWRoPFk1PECH6VTq9H0fF9CoDh7_M9Movq_YUjbTwjAZ8enHx8DaAc8cm/s960/FB_IMG_1507896343235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="960" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEz_Aa1Qryb5Ckq6RCkxdEirQrfHXrXPGX2CutsCeC_lX5ZCH6fTLb0spm7aMbAOiJIPCE0m-olMRAn22iuBeWRoPFk1PECH6VTq9H0fF9CoDh7_M9Movq_YUjbTwjAZ8enHx8DaAc8cm/w640-h478/FB_IMG_1507896343235.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Papa, we are going to remember you for exactly that and so much more.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And we’re going to miss you terribly. Your decency, sincerity and kind soul will stay with us forever. Through our tears, we will always see the blessings of knowing and having you as our father - a great and noble man, a great father that a son or daughter could ever have.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And in our grief, we will smile knowing that you have done God’s will through thick and thin of spreading His word to every person you come across with. In the middle of rejection, you were cool. You never ran out of strategies. If in the physical world, you were known as a political strategist, in God’s kingdom your strategies manifested after you stopped for prayer and relied on God’s leading in sharing the Word to as many people as you can. I would say that was your finest hour of being a gifted strategist.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s difficult to imagine that you’re not around physically anymore and how we are going to cope. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we gather here today to remember and commemorate your life Pa, we bid you farewell as we mourn the loss of a lively, dignified soul. A soul that brought t joy and fulfillment to many, and whose legacy will live on forever.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soar high old man. And akong maas tulo ray ngipon. Dili gusto pataod pustiso. I can see that smile again in your face when I tease you with that endearment Pa.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will love you forever. Till we meet again someday, but this time dili ra tulo imung ngipon. You will have that complete set of white, shiny teeth.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lastly, let me say this, Artemio Rosal Radaza, Sr., you did good. You did real good, Major. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Farewell and final salute.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnCge3Y6Wxvr2hXX891FNLPsfKCeQrg0cdvGxY3voMs4YWbG9l17brz0m7V8Cd0QVkDo6WpQlrdHsVZPIqgVm1x7NMge7LNDn3rdF8QNlWVb1cFDLNyiaf24uLmW7VQ9lzPipyZsudJN-/s1500/FB_IMG_1623471859243+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnCge3Y6Wxvr2hXX891FNLPsfKCeQrg0cdvGxY3voMs4YWbG9l17brz0m7V8Cd0QVkDo6WpQlrdHsVZPIqgVm1x7NMge7LNDn3rdF8QNlWVb1cFDLNyiaf24uLmW7VQ9lzPipyZsudJN-/w426-h640/FB_IMG_1623471859243+%25281%2529.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><h2 style="text-align: left;"> </h2>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-51040692646344125192021-10-01T03:19:00.006-07:002021-10-02T23:43:42.496-07:00EULOGY FOR A VERY LOVING MOM, MAMA LUZ<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YdWpC-VJDD9NFJiezwMQQ_r30PamujERJ9NwDK0j3QcgfeDJXjqf-puAQKfOtFL7hfYpV8M2EtKjkfY6LChxq0oxzolNhkscB_X5SFVRirobmke6WXXSsy3znbbBuH0mC2P8wRMFR24z/s3968/IMG_20210801_081725.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YdWpC-VJDD9NFJiezwMQQ_r30PamujERJ9NwDK0j3QcgfeDJXjqf-puAQKfOtFL7hfYpV8M2EtKjkfY6LChxq0oxzolNhkscB_X5SFVRirobmke6WXXSsy3znbbBuH0mC2P8wRMFR24z/w480-h640/IMG_20210801_081725.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> I write this eulogy for one passionate woman who loved life and family despite her more than 30 years diagnosis of diabetes, hypertension and heart disease. Her laughter and curiosity for new things and hobbies were no different at all. She will always continue to be an inspiration to us all for living life to the fullest, loving and serving God, husband and children and grandchildren.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Despite her diagnosis, her selfless attitude (she was always selfless even before her diagnosis), continued as she prioritized taking care of her family and her mental and spiritual health even during the most challenging times. She underwent several surgeries in her heart and foot and had to survive countless visits to the doctor and admittance to hospitals. She never stopped being a mother, wife and grandma who dotingly loved being with her family even while recuperating in the hospital.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My Mom was born to poor parents and had to learn to be self-sufficient at an early age. She learned the skills of cooking, sewing, crocheting, laundry work while at the same time selling delicacies to help feed her younger brothers and sisters.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">She married her one and only true love, my father Artemio Radaza, Sr., at the young age of 20. They bore and raised 10 children. My siblings and I didn't grow up with plenty of money, but we can never remember a single day that we didn't have anything to eat. There was always food on the table and family mealtimes were always happy bonding moments. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I am grateful for Mama's examples of kindness, strength and honesty. She was a significant figure when it comes to helping the poor, feeding the hungry and caring for the weak. Mama Luz mothered everyone so much so that my and my siblings' friends would call her Mama. I grew up seeing my mom as a role model for cooking the most delicious meals ever. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Mama has always been my support and strength during tough times. Her comforting words and tender advices were my coping mechanisms when things turned out bad. She was a proud woman who believed that there is never any obstacle in life that we cannot overcome.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I will forever miss my mama's contagious laughter, her innocent smile and bubbly personality. I will forever miss her delicious adobo, paksiw, dinuguan and afritada. Food has always been a big factor in our family and she mastered the art of preparing the most delectable meals ever.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I do not know how to cope without mama around. Her absence left a big hole in my heart. It hurts. It just hurts. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">I cannot find the words to adequately express how much I miss my her. Life will never be the same without her. We didn't have the perfect mother-daughter relationship. We went through endless times of laughter, but we also put up with each other's stubborness and had endless fights on a lot a of stuff. But mom will always be mom and daughter will always be daughter. We always ended up being there for each other during the most difficult and heartbreaking times.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Mama, I will never stop loving you. God knows how much I miss you. Your loss is terrible for me. There is never a day that I do not think of you. Your memory will always be embedded in my heart, now and forevermore. I love you Ma. Hug Papa for me up there in heaven. See you again, someday. Goodbye for now. I love you.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDYriRgTk9jHlwz0cHJIbEwv_Tc0fEusBK75Uak3OLUrDmSa4Hl0a-D0hrT_5mPfyXh6Dn4OYg9s8yHJqZv0vthXUMbPRP1-NoFlx62vUq2q7rdHcxwV6RizVdurOHWpL2oOSLC-sUFz3/s2048/IMG_9287.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDYriRgTk9jHlwz0cHJIbEwv_Tc0fEusBK75Uak3OLUrDmSa4Hl0a-D0hrT_5mPfyXh6Dn4OYg9s8yHJqZv0vthXUMbPRP1-NoFlx62vUq2q7rdHcxwV6RizVdurOHWpL2oOSLC-sUFz3/w640-h480/IMG_9287.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-9707145603124239122021-04-02T20:25:00.002-07:002021-04-02T20:27:26.900-07:00UNENDING THANKSGIVING<p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: bolder;">"My</span> help comes from the Lord, the owner of heaven and earth." - Proverbs 121:2</p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"></p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;">Looking back at the first time when You prodded our hearts to build a house in Bit-os, Butuan City,..</p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjEd5uH_2Pl4elXZXSmByLwMLTgMVGrAizpshBgdB-BkgLpnVjptt45sasu6CD8GwldkCnRvs0M63pyNujfIRGrNlEeMlCZ-8_LE2pcI-X1yORbXFzM9DHZhfKEF89fXKZ2mnc80jteqz/s900/early+house+2004.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="900" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjEd5uH_2Pl4elXZXSmByLwMLTgMVGrAizpshBgdB-BkgLpnVjptt45sasu6CD8GwldkCnRvs0M63pyNujfIRGrNlEeMlCZ-8_LE2pcI-X1yORbXFzM9DHZhfKEF89fXKZ2mnc80jteqz/w640-h460/early+house+2004.jpg" title="Earlier house 2014" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Earlier House (2004)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"><br /></p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"></p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;">It was a time of uncertainty, need and helplessness. It was a time of crying in the night, a time of seeking your face and longing for answers.</p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"></p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;">In our times of weakness, you manifest your strength. You spoke to our hearts and clearly told Ram and I to be still, and know that you are God. You told us to steward the land and work on what is in our hands. You told us to identify our area of influence and work on the hearts of men within that boundary. We could not possibly do the herculean task of declaring your sovereignty without your continuing grace in our lives. Lord, your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.</p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"></p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;">16 years of planting your Word in the hearts of men, women and children, taking care of our environment, enlarging our household with the arrival of pets and animals, my Lord, you are AWESOME. 16 years of sufficient grace. 16 years of answered prayers!</p><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #575a5d; text-align: left;">Thank you, my Lord!</span></div><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjBJmEKzuelUAMiu7aUvd49b93YqCIJZK-IYGVBPMHfVvPW3dnqtDx_-3OfwDaQoUiFI52MkcYhfCO6Upb_yMzCBntnwJWdGfcc6pCOoLOz-nIkOwwR9dtrO6whMzJOaM1KZXMpNl_k8t/s2048/IMG_20210319_155817.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjBJmEKzuelUAMiu7aUvd49b93YqCIJZK-IYGVBPMHfVvPW3dnqtDx_-3OfwDaQoUiFI52MkcYhfCO6Upb_yMzCBntnwJWdGfcc6pCOoLOz-nIkOwwR9dtrO6whMzJOaM1KZXMpNl_k8t/w640-h480/IMG_20210319_155817.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Present House (2021)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p dir="auto" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #575a5d; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; margin: 0px 0px 4px; min-height: 1em; padding: 0px;"><br /></p>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-88667914737145977322019-06-04T03:45:00.000-07:002019-06-04T05:49:14.534-07:00AS A SERVANT LOOKS UP TO HIS MASTER, SO MY EYES LOOK UP TO YOU, MY LORD<span style="font-size: large;">May 22, 2019</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">59 years. Deeply humbled by Your everlasting grace and mercy, my Lord, Jesus Christ. I have failed you a million times, yet everytime, you have rescued me without fail. There is no measure to the depth, length, width and intensity of your love. For who could measure eternity? Who could comprehend infinity? Not I nor any human for that matter. I am but a speck of dust co-existing with the grandeur of your creations. Am I as brilliant as the stars? Or as colossal as the sun? Am I as awesome as the moon? I am nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet, your Word says that You have created me according to your image and likeness. You have ordained my days even before they have come to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, You have LOVED me. You have called me by my name. You have engraved my name in the palm of your hand. You have rejoiced over me with singing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I won't be afraid. For I am Yours.</span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-24190063090860805862018-01-17T05:12:00.000-08:002018-01-17T05:19:00.748-08:00MY HAPPINESS COLLECTION ON JAN. 17, 2017<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, I woke up feeling fresh from a 7-hour sleep. Thank you, Lord. I just want to make a shout-out to the goodness of God in the lives of Ram and mine. Waking up to a cool, fresh and green surroundings is more than enough to be thankful for. Looking through our window and witnessing the hand of God through our flourishing plants and trees as they happily look toward the shining sun brings out gratitude from deep within. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, the sun came out after 4 days of constant downpour from heaven. </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Heavy downpour for the last 4 days<br /></span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I thank you, my Lord, for a beautiful horizon that's new everyday. For several nights, one of our noisy but adorable cats, Memo, gets to sleep in our room while Minggay and her daughter Saisai sleep in Sky's room. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our adopted dog, Lovely, who just gave birth to 7 cute pups, rests cozily at Lira's haven outside the house,</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">while Floyde and Jinky get to have their own abode, too, by our bedroom window. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We're just one big, happy family, thank you, Lord. And of course, our princess, Sky, still lives faraway from us and it's always a happily-ever-after thing if she gets to visit us from time to time. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, well, breakfast was an aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a home-made tuna-egg sandwich. I ate papaya with hot soup of pork ribs with lots of veggies at mid-morning. That made my tummy heavy! My usual routine of household chores, feeding our pets, and voila, business of the day begins. Lunch was rice, fried fish, papaya and camote. Hmmmm. For all these, and a little head-ache every now and then, I ecstatically want to THANK YOU, MY GOD, MY REDEEMER, for directing my day. Thank you for the strength and protection you accord my love ones and for Ram who's away for work In a little while, I'll be cooking the rice for dinner. Something hot to dine on with leftover foods from last night, lol. Waiting for hubbylove to come home at 7:30p.m. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "Whitney SSm A", "Whitney SSm B", "Microsoft Yahei", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ciao!</span></span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-22670802335443893802016-07-31T22:18:00.000-07:002016-07-31T23:36:04.443-07:00OUT OF THE BOX<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes, we are just too focused on the afterthought of our actions that we forget that life can be a whole lot funny, too! If you are a type of person who is anxious of saying, doing and behaving in the right manner all of the time, afraid to commit mistakes, and a stickler for order, well, that's commendable if it doesn't stress you. But on a funny note, have you heard of out-of-the-box behavioral experiments? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To experiment doing things that you think will embarass you in public could be a real stressor for some people. But, the act of doing it <b>intentionally</b> could be a whole lot of fun and will unload you of those bad day stresses. I've tried some silly experiments and they just gave me the stitches.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here are some of the silly things I've done to relieve me of work and life-related stress. Believe me, it's fun!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. <b>Asking for the right direction and going the opposite way.</b> Ha, the funny look of the direction-giver is just so enjoyable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. <b>Selling my stuff to telemarketers who call when I'm busy. </b>Believe me, they'd be the first to hang up on you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. <b>Reading a book upside down orally.</b> When someone corrects you, just smile and say, "Oh, thank you".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. <b>Dancing like crazy to a slow beat music.</b> Take note of your hubby/wifey's questioning look.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. <b>Going to Jollibee and insisting on buying a halo-halo.</b> When the staff tells you they don't have it, apologize and say "Your store looks like... (mention your favorite halo-halo store). Observe the staff' and other customers' bewildered faces.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The idea here is you can always commit mistakes. Don't be afraid of them. After all, they can be great spices to an enjoyable day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So what funny, silly things have you done in your life?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have a great, enjoyable time!</span><br />
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malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-59615150176303559132016-06-28T05:44:00.000-07:002016-06-28T07:22:03.762-07:00BE AN EXTRA-MILER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not everyone will go the extra mile in forgiving, giving and doing service.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">To go the second mile is to love without limits. Nobody says it's easy. In fact, it is hard, and has no guarantee of any earthly reward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">But it is a journey of love, kindness and selflessness. And anything that is done out of love is worth the journey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Go the extra mile today. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">There aren't traffic jams in there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Matthew 5:41 - "If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles."</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"> </span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-83309345699553390822016-06-27T07:25:00.001-07:002016-06-28T07:13:36.174-07:00HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, PAPA TEM!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">As a father, you may have your shortcomings. You may have your cringy imperfections. No earthly father is perfect, anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">But in your daughter's eyes, next to God, you are the most perfect father in the world (in the universe rather)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">You are special. Here's an amateur recording I made intentionally for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy Father's Day, Papa-O!</span><br />
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<br />malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-5791601749367878032015-06-08T19:38:00.001-07:002016-06-28T07:22:15.240-07:00THERE IS BEAUTY IN TRUTH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Most of the time, we associate truth with what is real and visible. It could be a change of status, a way of life or a way of thinking. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> But so is deception. We can always exchange lies for truth if we are not careful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> There has to be a guiding principle for truth. For real freedom comes from real truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> God's word is real truth. It pierces the soul but it also liberates. It can cause real pain, but it also strengthens. It can cause a whole night of crying, but it can also bring joy running over in the morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Truth is beautiful. Truth is precious. The beauty lies in its giver, Jesus Christ, the Truth Incarnate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Know what is true. Learn God's Word today. </span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-6666746505040913932015-05-19T06:34:00.000-07:002016-06-28T07:15:04.337-07:00Thank you Dear Friend Forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> At one point in our lives, we were more than friends. We wrote the best love letters there were. Our written words expressed the song in our hearts...our love and longing for each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> But things changed. I caused it all, and you were not to blame.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Strong as you are, you were not one person who wallowed in despair. Life has to go on... and you moved on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> That was years... and years.. and years ago. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Within those years and up to the present, we're both happy living a life with the people we love and vow to love forever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But as for me, the guilt of hurting you stayed. And I knew, at a certain point, that there was only one thing that I had to do. And I did...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I apologized. Instantly, I knew, by the way you accepted my apology, that you were the kindest, most modest and merciful person in the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We talked for a while...this time in a different dimension. Only as a good friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> AND YOU AMAZED ME WHEN YOU RECITED A LINE IN ONE OF MY OLD LETTERS TO YOU...WORD FOR WORD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It was one of the best feelings I had. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Now, though we don't talk to each other anymore, for reasons only you know and I don't, still I would want to thank you for all the happy convos and the niceties that only a good friend like you can give.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> You are a rare breed. Thank you, dear friend forever. </span><br />
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malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-7508123189199487842015-05-14T06:28:00.000-07:002016-06-28T07:17:55.174-07:00ANHS BATCH 1977 AFTER 38 YEARS<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It only seems like yesterday when we went up the stage and received
our high school diplomas. Time has flown so fast. We walk on different
paths, travel our own journeys and face life's challenges bravely. Every year, the
roads we take somehow lead us to one venue — the ANHS ALUMNI HOMECOMING. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Here is ANHS Batch 1977, once again celebrating post high school fun
last May 9, 2015. A well-organized event, kudos to its batch officers.
It was a night of fun-filled, getting-to-know-you-again gathering at
Benjie and Vecere’s lovely home at Pareja Subdivision, Butuan City.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Awesome faces graced the evening, reminiscing high school life
events. Many have changed body contours but have remained beautiful as
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Batchmates who weren’t able to make it to the event because of
distance were terribly missed, but thanks to technology, they were
endlessly tagged with amazing pictures of their amazing batch mates.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">It was truly a memorable evening of feeling young again
and laying aside professions and titles, worries and concerns. Just
enjoying the evening, eating, laughing, photo-shooting. I can only say - I'm so blessed to belong to Batch
77.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Photo credits: Benjie & Vecere Calo; Raul Radaza</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The Merriam Webster dictionary describes "self-made" as being "made rich and successful by his own efforts". In part, yes, that's true. But in reality, one's own effort is never enough to bring him to success. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> There has to be always somebody, or a team, who has worked silently in the background to assist you in your success. No man is an island. We all need each other's input and labor of love. Man is designed to work interdependently with one another.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> So, today, remember the people who have worked quietly behind the scene to catapult you to where you are now. They deserve your "thank yous" if not your "hugs".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Good day peeps! </span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-65719480103035110792015-04-12T06:54:00.000-07:002016-06-28T07:20:06.428-07:00What Matters Most<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Who said life is fair? We had our share of glory days and down-trodden moments, and we have no inkling of what is yet to come. Whether you come out of life unscathed or deeply wounded, whole or broken, what matters most in the end, is that you have LOVED...that's what counts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Shine on... give LOVE a chance. Against it, there is no law.</span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-25260832005453291232015-04-04T00:00:00.001-07:002016-06-28T07:20:23.333-07:00OH-MY-GOSH! Feeling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I love romantic stories! Have you ever been, or are you in this exciting state in your love life right now? You know, the goosebumps, the flattered smiles and the hundred-miles-per-hour pitty-patty heartbeat when you look at h-i-m? And your world is like: in-a-stand-still mode? Awh!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> This is an exciting stage in a relationship. My husband and I have continued to pursue "romance" in our marriage and vowed to be hopelessly romantic people toward each other. We've been officially married for ten years and been through a lot of challenges in our relationship. Being romantic though, doesn't mean living in a bubble. You could be realistic about each other's differences, argue, quarrel, yet still fall in love with your mate everyday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Have a nice, romantic day fellas! </span><br />
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<br />malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392002238013293060.post-21220607974940493712015-04-02T08:10:00.001-07:002016-06-28T07:20:54.832-07:00The Power of Apology<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">One of the most powerful tools that can bring peace and restore broken relationships is a SINCERE and INTENTIONAL apology. And sometimes, there are things that can only be repaired by a genuine apology - nothing else.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Apologizing is not a sign of weakness, nor is it an ego thing. Apologizing is a proof of courage. It is a God thing.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Good day everyone! </span></span>malatii nandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11956282666681186910noreply@blogger.com0