hyapi aniv

hapi 22nd anniv to mama and papa....

let me share alittle about their love story...Of what they have told me,they were mgnobyo for ten years before they got married..They met in college.....
love you ma,pa....

movie lines

matrix
If its our time to die,it's our time to die but before we give them our lives,we give them a hell of a fight(army officer)
xXx
I lived for this shit.(xander cage)
g.i.jane
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop
frozen dead from a bough
without ever having
felt sorry for itself.(a poem by D. H. Lawrence as recited by viggo mortensen's character)


ciao

movie lines

matrix
If its our time to die,it's our time to die but before we give them our lives,we give them a hell of a fight(army officer)
xXx
I lived for this shit.(xander cage)
g.i.jane
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop
frozen dead from a bough
without ever having
felt sorry for itself.(a poem by D. H. Lawrence as recited by viggo mortensen's character)


ciao

cast

by SMF

undressed,revealed
each of my piece
to the very minute unconcealed
dragged places,
I writhe in pain
I could feel my heart drowning in tears,
twisted in chains.
My body is bare and so is my soul;
Cast wounded, they have left me
under the rainI shiver in cold,
past the storm
There isn't a hand to hold.
I walk alone
With my knees weak,
Lips trembling with not a wod to speak
Silent tears falling as the rain
raging unnoticedly
until my sight dims,
My spirit drifts away
and I stay still.
seeing the world fade;
And I seeit in vain.

september

It has been four months since tatay passed away..yet the pain still lingers..I still become teary-eyed if not crying from time to time.I guess there are somethings in life beyond our control. And God is there,always and forever at our sides.

Knowing that he is no longer in pain and is at peace gives me the most comfort and makes it easier for me to accept his death. I know that one day the emptiness I constantly feel in my heart will be gone. And one day,we will meet again.

growing young

Growing youngLIVING ALIVE By Dero PederoThe Philippine STAR 08/07/2005Life begins at 40? Not exclusively. Life can begin at 30, 50, 60, or whatever age you want it to. It is never too late to be what you wish you had become.But the world, being the maddening chaos that it is, isn’t conducive to growing young. Our daily concerns, problems, and obligations bring more white hair and wrinkles than we care to have. Life is really not so much about growing old or growing young; it is more about growing more alive, enflamed with energetic zest and fervor to make it all fulfilling and worthwhile. In this age that puts a high premium on looking and feeling young, where the easy way out of aging is through invasive procedures and surgical body sculpting, is there an alternative way to growing young? Here are some ideas for enthusiastic living:
Enthusiastic Living
• Have a reason to live. Refuse the purposeless life and start living for something (a philosophy, value or belief that means so much to you) or someone (your family, a loved one, or your cat). Whether it is a job, a hobby or pastime, indulge in something that truly interests you. This reason or reasons will make waking up mornings full of joy and anticipation. • Get involved. Connecting with people is what life is all about. Our personal, professional, and business relationships enhance the quality of our lives. Start by being more aware and involved with your family and loved ones. Make an effort to meet people with the same interests as you. Stand for something and fight for it. Most of all, connect with your spirit and discover its secret needs and mission. • Keep loving and giving. Your heart sings when you give love and the more you give, the more you have. One big mistake we make is keeping things for ourselves. Everything we have, even the breath of life, is borrowed and will have to be returned someday. We must give away love to be able to keep beautiful feelings and memories. Love yourself more each day, too, and always strive to look good. • Keep opening doors. One characteristic of people who never age is that they are always looking forward to the next big thing in their lives. They keep moving forward, opening exciting doors as they travel on. It’s good to keep in mind that when a door closes on you, a million more are waiting to be flung open. But you must do the unlatching and opening. You should also close unnecessary chapters in your life that deter you from moving on.• Keep working and being useful. No matter how old you are, you should say never to retiring. Should you decide to retire from your job or profession, venture into other areas of life and expertise that will make you grow intellectually and spiritually. Stay in touch with the times and endeavor to be useful to others. Nothing is quite as frustrating as living a life that does not contribute to the good and progress of the world. • Keep striving to be the best that you can be. Keep on learning; go back to school if you must. You can learn to hear by taking music appreciation courses, learn to see by taking humanities and art classes. You can even learn to sing, dance, write, compose music, fix a computer, etc. Life is a non-stop learning university. By availing yourself of the infinite courses available, you can truly enhance your mind and your life, and be the best that you can be. • Be adventurous and open to change. Real life is a bore – you must venture out to rarely trodden paths and plunge into the exciting, extraordinary life. The ordinary, mediocre life is much too monotonous and predictable. Take some calculated risks to be able to reap huge rewards. Realize that life is about change; people who resist change resist life. Let your imagination run wild and direct you to your fantasies and dreams. • Marvel at life and savor it. Take time to stop and look at the clouds and smell the lilies. Marvel at the universe’s mysteries and be thankful that you are a part of these glorious gifts. Look for life’s surprises and sift the gold from the dust. Avoid settling down to a dull, no-challenge, colorless life. Savor life and try to leave your own positive mark which people will remember long after you are gone.

fave colors

What colors mean
By Tingting Cojuangco
The Philippine STAR 08/07/2005
In the process of scanning through the Internet, my Fire Officer Roger Pesa found this information on colors. Find your favorite shade and see what it means around the world.
Red
For the ancient Romans, a red flag was a signal for battle.
Because of its visibility, stop signs, stoplights, brake lights, and fire equipment are all painted red.
In Russia, red means beautiful. The Bolsheviks used a red flag as their symbol when they overthrew the star in 1917. That is how red became the color of communism.
In India, red is the symbol for a soldier.
In South Africa, red is the color of mourning.
It’s considered good luck to tie a red bow on a new car.
In China, red is the color of good luck and is used as a holiday and wedding color. Chinese babies are given their names at a red-egg ceremony.
A red-letter day is one of special importance and good fortune.
In Greece, eggs are dyed red for good luck at Easter time.
To paint the town red is to celebrate.
The redshirts were the soldiers of the Italian leader Garibaldi, who unified modern Italy in the 19th century.
To see red is to be angry.
A red herring is a distraction, something that takes attention away from the real issue.
If a business is in the red, it is losing money. Green
nly one national flag is a solid color: The green flag of Libya.
Ancient Egyptians colored the floors of their temples green.
In Ancient Greece, green symbolized victory.
In the highlands of Scotland, people wore green as a mark of honor.
Green means go. When all systems are green, it means everything is in order.
The green room of a concert hall or theater is where performers relax before going onstage.
A greenhorn is a newcomer or unsophisticated person.
Being green around the gills is looking pale and sickly.
Green with envy means full of envy or jealousy.
A person with a green thumb is good at making plants grow. Blue
In Ancient Rome, public servants wore blue. Today, police and other public servants wear blue.
In China, blue is for little girls.
In Iran, blue is the color of mourning.
Blue was used as protection against witches, who supposedly dislike the color.
If you are true blue, you are loyal and faithful.
Feeling blue is feeling sad. Blue devils are feelings of depression.
Something out of the blue is from an unknown source at an unexpected time.
A bluebook is a list of socially prominent people.
The first prize gets a blue ribbon.
A blue blood is a person of noble descent. This is probably from the blue veins of the fair-complexioned aristocrats who first used this term.
Into the blue means into the unknown.
A bluenose is a strict, puritanical person.
A bluestocking used to be a scholarly or highly knowledgeable woman.
The pharaohs of Ancient Egypt wore blue for protection against evil.
The blues is a style of music derived from Southern African-American secular songs. It influenced the development of rock, R&B, and country music. Purple and Violet
The Egyptian queen Cleopatra loved purple. To obtain one ounce of Tyrian purple dye, she had her servants soak 20,000 purpura snails for 10 days.
In Thailand, purple is worn by a widow mourning her husband’s death.
A purple heart is a US military decoration for soldiers wounded or killed in battle.
Purple robes are an emblem of authority and rank.
Purple prose is writing that is full of exaggerated literary effects and ornamentation.
Purple in a child’s room is said to help develop the imagination according to color theory. Yellow
In Egypt and Burma, yellow signifies mourning.
In Spain, executioners once wore yellow.
In India, yellow is the symbol for a merchant or farmer.
In 10th-century France, the doors of traitors and criminals were painted yellow.
Hindus in India wear yellow to celebrate the festival of spring.
If someone is said to have a yellow streak, that person is considered a coward.
In Japan during the War of Dynasty in 1357, each warrior wore a yellow chrysanthemum as a pledge of courage.
A yellow ribbon is a sign of support for soldiers at the front.
Yellow is a symbol of jealousy and deceit.
In the Middle Ages, actors portraying the dead in a play wore yellow.
To holistic healers, yellow is the color of peace.
Yellow in Southeast Asia means sacred and imperial. It is reserved for the person of the highest rank.
In Malaysia, there is even a particular shade of yellow, which may be worn only by the King.
Filipino Muslims, being part of this Southeast Asian culture, have adopted yellow as a color reserved only for the sultan, believing that the sultan was the descendant of the Prophet Mohammad, hence belonging to a noble and royal family.
The holy Qur’an is also yellow, a symbol of sacredness. White
A white flag is the universal symbol for truce.
White means mourning in China and Japan.
Angels are usually depicted wearing white robes.
The ancient Greeks wore white to bed to ensure pleasant dreams.
A white elephant is a rare, pale elephant considered sacred to the people of India, Thailand, Burma and Sri Lanka. In this country, it is a either a possession that costs more than it is worth to keep or an item that the owner doesn’t want but can’t get rid of.
To whitewash is to gloss over defects or make something seem presentable that isn’t.
A white knight is a rescuer.
A whiteout occurs when there is zero visibility during a blizzard.
A white sale is a sale of sheets, towels, and other bed and bath items.
A whited sepulcher is a person who is evil inside but appears good on the outside, or a hypocrite. Black
The ancient Egyptians and Romans used black for mourning. So do most Europeans and Americans today.
The Blackshirts were the security troops in Hitler’s German army, also known as the SS.
Black humor is morbid or unhealthy and gloomy humor.
In China, black is for little boys.
A black-hearted person is evil.
A blacklist is a list of persons or organizations to be boycotted or punished.
Black is associated with sophistication and elegance. A black-tie event is formal.
A black belt in karate identifies an expert.
The ancient Egyptians believed that black cats had divine powers.
Black lung is a coal miner’s disease caused by the frequent inhaling of coal dust.
Blackmail is getting things by threat.
A black market is illegal trade in goods or money.
A black sheep is an outcast.
When you black out, you temporarily lose consciousness.* * *
We do live in a colorful world! Sunday Life

death-5\5\05

a lot has happened since i left...A month ago someone i love dearly has gone home to the Creator. He was ill for about five months and was bedridden for a month or two..He had Lung CA with Brain Metastasis..I took care of him for two wks following up IVF's,giving his meds through IV,and then he was gone...I needed to take a break for a day or two in between those weeks because although it felt good taking care of someone u love,it pains me seeing him so weak and frail and was due to expire anytime soon.How soon?too soon for me, but then,he needs to rest....
no more Nocturnal Shifts,,,,

there are no goodbyes,only love.

tatay, thank you...i love you very much .
we will see each other again..

kamatayan

dreams

On wings of their dreams
LIVING ALIVE By Dero PederoThe Philippine STAR 04/24/2005

We all have our own little dreams – those treasured goals we wish to achieve and turn into reality, those cherished fantasies lodged in our hearts and lofty imaginations that we see in our mind’s eye which, when realized, would make our lives more alive, meaningful, and magical. Here is an exceptional list of outstanding individuals currently soaring on wings of their dreams, enviable people who dared to dream and unleash the power needed to accomplish them. May their victorious stories serve as sterling inspiration for those of us still dreaming our lives away.
Prolific And Unstoppable Without doubt, Reynaldo "Ronnie" Alejandro is one of the most prolific foreign-based Filipino writers of this generation. A cook, caterer, dancer, choreographer, author, and an indefatigable mover and shaker, Alejandro is a leading exponent of Philippine dance, cooking, and culture in America. As if his life’s mission were to awaken national pride in the Filipino and to secure a respected pedestal for Philippine culture in the global cultural map, he has written a startling number of 30 books, including Philippine Cookbook, Flavor of Asia, Restaurant Design, Sayaw Philippine Dances, Philippine Dance: Mainstream and Crosscurrents, Philippine Hospitality, Class Menu Design, Pinoy Guide to the Big Apple, La Mesa: the Filipino Table, and Pasig: River of Life. Alejandro, who resides in New York, has been the recipient of several awards including the Creative Artists Public Service Program Award in Choreography, and Outstanding Filipino Award. His articles have appeared in The New York Times, Cuisine, Food and Wine, Pacific, Mabuhay, Dance, Lifestyle Asia, International Encyclopedia of Dance, and Taipan, among others. Alejandro’s latest book, co-authored with cooking buddy Nancy Lumen, is a gastronomic inquest and adventure into the preparation and serving of one of the Philippines’ best loved culinary specialties, adobo. A coffee-table book cum practical kitchen manual, its pages brim with traditional, experimental, and fusion variations of the adobo. The Adobo Book, published by Anvil Publishing Inc. is available at National Book Store and major bookshops.
Against All OddsLenore RS Lim is a renowned Fil-Canadian artist who specializes in the delicate and demanding art of printmaking. Based in New York where she is a tenured teacher at the United Nations International School, she was the recipient of the highly prestigious Jackson Pollock/Lee Krasner Foundation grant. Other awards conferred on Lim include the 1998 Metropolitan Museum of Manila’s 12 Outstanding Filipino Artists Overseas, the Ma-Yi Theater Company’s Outstanding Art Award, and very recently, the greatly coveted Pamana ng Pilipino Award for outstanding Filipinos overseas presented in Malacañang. Lim has extensively exhibited in Canada, the US, Paris, Rome, Venice, Amman, Baghdad, and Vienna. Ironically, Lim’s life decision to further her art came after she became ill with a life-threatening disease. At that epiphany, she resolved that her art is the legacy she wanted to leave behind. The miraculous thing was that she not only recovered from her illness but started to gain accolades as well. Profound Afterglow: The Prints of Lenore RS Lim is a well-produced book designed by Nik Ricio that traces the course of the artist’s life and work. It features a foreword by Agnes Gund, chairman and president emeritus of the Museum of Modern Art in New York, and an introduction by Paul Sharpe, director of the Paul Sharpe Contemporary Art Gallery in New York, which represents Lim. The book is available at the Heritage Library of the Ayala Museum.
A Triumph Of ThoughtsIn a collection of writings that varies much in style as it does in its impact and influence on readers, Soly Paraiso touches on everything from love to the state of affairs in her native country, the Philippines. Random Thoughts: The Power of Thoughts offers inspiring tales that enchant, prompt introspection, and conjure joy. Paraiso writes for The Filipino Press, a newspaper published in San Diego, California. In her book, she shares personal experiences about love, the holidays, positive thoughts, and life revelations. She also relates fascinating trips to her homeland, as well as cities on the East Coast. Several letters are included, such as an open letter to Dick Gordon, the former Tourism Secretary, in which she offers heartfelt advice on how to boost the country’s tourism. A memorable and captivating journey through the musings of one woman, Random Thoughts encourages readers to think positively, be thankful for the joys in life, and never stop exploring. Now a naturalized American citizen, Paraiso spends her time writing freelance, traveling, cooking, and gardening in Chula Vista, California. Random Thoughts is available through AuthorHouse, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Borders.

• 
  Passion With A VisionWriting has always been Rene Nieva’s first love, from his school days at the Ateneo where he started winning literary contests and wrote a column as sports editor of the school paper. He realized early on the beauty and potency of words, and how they could be used for the betterment of society. As president of Perceptions Inc., a public relations company, and using the power of words, Nieva was able to get across positive and inspirational messages that promote worthwhile causes, like environmental conservation, healthcare improvement, reading, and recently, the "WOW Philippines Biyahe Tayo!" domestic travel advocacy campaign for Pfizer’s Bonamine. Nieva wrote the engaging lyrics, which were set to music by two fine musicians, Rico Blanco of Rivermaya and Mike Villegas of Rizal Underground. The MTV, directed by Nieva’s son Noel, features well-known Filipino singers and musicians who were more than glad to offer their talent for free as a patriotic gesture. Encouraging fellow Filipinos to travel in their own country in the MTV are Sharon Cuneta, Lea Salonga, Freddie Aguilar, Rey Valera, Joey Ayala, the Apo Hiking Society, Ogie Alcasid, Janno Gibbs, Francis Magalona, Jolina Magdangal, April Boy Regino, Jessa Zaragosa, Paolo Santos, Nina, Rico Blanco, Jong Cuenco, John Lesaca, and Mike Villegas. The project elicited an enthusiastic response from both the government and the public, and has since won the Grand Anvil Award in the category of Government Relations – Private Business, and the Anvil Award of Excellence for PR Tools in the category of electronic media.
  The Genius Of YouthHere’s a news story guaranteed to make you proud: Ten-year-old mathematical wizard Ralph Jordan, a pupil at Bishop’s Stortford College Junior School, won gold in the National Primary Mathematics Challenge, proving himself one of the top 50 mathematicians in the entire United Kingdom. Ralph is the eldest son of Ann Songco of Guagua, Pampanga, a 1986 BS Math graduate of the Ateneo, and Anthony Jordan of New Zealand, a chief actuary, who is a math whiz, too. Ralph entered the competition in November last year along with more than 110,000 pupils aged up to 11 from 3,100 schools. The National Challenge, organized by the Mathematical Association, is aimed at the top 60 per cent of pupils in Year 7 and 8 from England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland. The initial 110,000 pupils were consequently trimmed down to 588 for the finals. Ralph scored 29 out of 30, and became the only one of 42 entrants to receive a gold medal. When asked to comment on the final round, Ralph said, "It was awesome. I didn’t expect to do so well." Well, here’s what we have to say, Ralph: Your winning was like finding a needle in the haystack – and a gold one, at that! Congratulations, the whole of Guagua and the Philippines salute you!

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death

I am eternally grateful to God for helping me make it this far. Thank You for blessing me with a family who did all they could to support and love me .Especially for my parents.

In Deo Esperamus

I BELIEVE

I BELIEVE
Have you ever reached a rainbow's end
And did you find your pot of gold
Ever catch a shooting starthen tell me how high did you soar
Ever felt like you were dreaming
Just to find that you're awakeand
Cause the magic that surrounds youcan lift
you up and guide you on your way

I can see it in the stars across the sky
Dreamt a hundred thousand dreams before
Now I finally realizeS
ee I've waited all my life for this moment to arrive
And finally i believe
When you look out in the distance
You see it never was that far
Heaven knows your exsistance
and wants you to be everything you are oh
There's a time for every soul to fly
It's in the eyes of every childIt's the heart that love and save the world
And we should never let it go

I can see it in the stars across the sky
Dreamt a hundred thousand dreams before
Now I finally realize
See I've waited all my life
for this moment to arrive
And finally...

I believe in the possible
If I reach deep within my heart
Overcome any obstacle
Won't let this dream fall apartyou see i strive to be the very best
Shine my light for all to see
Cause anything is possible
When you believe....

I can see it in the stars up in the sky
Dreamt a hundred thousand dreams before
Now I finally realize
I've waited all my life for this moment to arrive

And finally I believe (2X)
...i believe

Cinderella Story www.philstar.com

I guess you think you know this story
You
don’t. The real one’s much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you
know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft
and
sappy
Just to keep the children happy.

Mind you, they
got the
first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of the night,
The
Ugly
Sisters, jewels and all,
Deaprted for the Palace Ball,
While
darling
little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats
who wanted
things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.

She
bellowed ‘Help!’
and ‘Let me out!’
The Magic Fairy heard her
shout.
Appearing in a blaze of
light,
She said, ‘My dear, are you all
right?’
‘All right?’ cried Cindy.
‘Can’t you see
I feel as rotten as
can be!’
She beat her fist against the
wall,
And shouted, ‘Get me to
the ball!
There is a disco at the
Palace!
The rest have gone and I am
jealous!
I want a dress! I want a
coah!
And earrings and a diamond
broach!
And silver slippers, two of
those!
And lovely nylon
panty-hose!

Done up like that I’ll
guarantee
The handsome
Prince will fall for me!’
The Faory said, ‘Hang on
a tick.’
She gave
her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at
all,
Cindy was at
the Palace Ball.

It made the Ugly Sisters
wince
To see her
dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and
pressed
Herself
against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to
pulp,
All he
could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She
shouted,
‘Heck!’
I’ve got to return to save my neck!’
The Prince cried,
‘No!
Alas! Alack!’
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy
shouted,
‘Let me go!’
The dress was ripped from head to toe.

She
ran
out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper in the stair.
The prince wa
son it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
‘The girl
this
slipper fits,’ he cried,
‘Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
I’ll
visit
every house in town
Until I’ve tracked the maiden
down!’

Then
rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a
crate of beer.
At once, one
of the Ugly Sisters,
(The one whose face
was blotched with
blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty
shoe,
And quickly flushed it
down the loo.
Then in its place she
calmly put
The slipper from her
own left foot.

Ah-ha, you
see, the plot grows thicker,
And
Cindy’s luck starts looking
sicker.

Next day, the Prince went
charging down
To knock on
all the doors in town.
In every house, the
tension grew.
Who was the
owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very
wide.
(A normal foot got
lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit
icky.
(The owner’s feet were
hot and sticky.)
Thoussands of eager people
came
To try it on, but all
in vain.

Now came the Ugly Sisters’
go.
One tried it on. The
Prince screamed, ‘No!’
But she screamed, ‘Yes! It
fits! Whoopee!
So
now you’ve got to marry me!’
The Prince went white from
ear to ear.
He
muttered, ‘Let me out of here.’
‘Oh no you don’t! You made
a
vow!
There’s no way you can back out now!’
‘Off with her head!’
The Prince roared back
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This
pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
‘She’s prettier without her
head.’

Then came up Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, ‘Now I
will
try the shoe!’
‘Try this instead!’ the Prince yelled back.
He
swung his
trusty sword and smack –
Her head went crashing to the
ground.
It bounced
a bit and rolled around.

In the kitchen,
peeling
spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the
floor,
And
poked her own head round the door.
‘What’s all the racket?’
Cindy
cried.
‘Mind your own bizz,’ the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy’s
heart was
torn to shreds.
My Prince! She thought. He chops off
heads!

How
could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing
for fun?
The Prince
cried, ‘Who’s this dirty slut?
Off with her nut!
Off with her nut!’
Just
then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy
hove in sight,
Her magic
Wand went swoosh and swish!
‘Cindy!’ she
cried, ‘come make a wish!
Wish
anything and have no doubt
That will
make it come about!’

Cindy
answered, ‘Oh kind Fairy,
This
time I shall be more wary.
No more Princes,
no more money.
I have had
my taste of honey.
I’m wishing for a decent
man.
They’re hard to fund.
D’you think you can?’

Within a
minute, Cinderella
Was
married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam-maker by
trade,
Who sold good
homemade marmalade,
The house was filled with smiles
and laughter
And
they were happy ever after.

full house Synopsis

Full House starring Rain, Song Hye Kyo (JESSIE) and Kim Sung Soo(LUIGI)...!!!!This series is about a girl who has lived in the house built by her father (Full House) since she was born, JESSIE and a famous actor, JUSTINE LEE (Bi). One day, JESSIE went on a trip to China and met JUSTINE on the plane. A series of incident between them on the plane (including her vomiting on him) caused JUSTINE to despise JESSIE. By chance they also stayed at the same hotel. When JESSIE tries to check-in to the hotel with her limited English skills, she met LUIGI, JUSTINE’s long time friend. After sometime in China, JESSIE found that she had no money left and she couldn’t find anyone she knew, so she decided to seek the help of JUSTINE LEE. However, JUSTINE wanted nothing to do with her. But after he found out that JESSIE knew LUIGI, he decided to help. After she got back from China, JESSIE found out that her two ‘best-friends’ had sold her house and ran off with the money and also applied for a credit card under her name, so technically she was broke. The worst part was that the house was bought by JUSTINE LEE!!!!!!
Problems start to arise when JESSIE refused to leave because she believes that the house was still rightfully hers. But JUSTINE kicked her out of the house. Being the a determined person, JESSIE sleeps outside the house and fell in. JUSTINE find hers lying in front of the house the next day, took her in and looked after her till she got better. They later made a deal that she was to work was his housekeeper to pay off the debts she owed him and in return she got to live in the house. In JUSTINE’s prespective, he found out that ‘the love of his life’ which he had a crush on since 9 years-old, LORRAINE, was about to leave for New York to study. So he decided to propose to her. However, LORRAINE only liked him as a friend, instead she likes LUIGI. On the night of the proposal, JUSTINE got everything set but LORRAINE got a call from LUIGI in the middle of the meal and decided to leave.
JUSTINE became heartbroken. The next day or so, JUSTINE attended a party and JESSIE followed along. At the party, things got heated up when LUIGI told LORRAINE that he didn’t like her that way and that she didn’t really love him, she only wanted to posses him. Instead he told her that JUSTINE likes her a lot. LORRAINE got the wrong idea and confronted JUSTINE. In the heat of rage, JUSTINE pretended to confess his love for JESSIE and kissed her. This news made headlines. JUSTINE and JESSIE then made a pack to have a contract marriage for 6 months whereby after that they will divorce and she will get a share of money and the Full House back.
The next day, they announced their engagement. When JUSTINE’s family found out, they called JESSIE over. It seems that JUSTINE does not contact his family very often after he dropped out of medical school and left home to pursue his acting career which caused him to have a row with his father. After their marriage, JESSIE and JUSTINE went to Thailand for their honeymoon. There, they had a few light moments together showing the softer side of JUSTINE. When they got back, JUSTINE teaches JESSIE how to ride the bike, one of the highlights of their relationship.
However, JESSIE was still treated like a maid by JUSTINE. He enjoyed teasing her, calling her names and forcing her to do all the house cleaning. In the mean time, JUSTINE continued to meet up with LORRAINE, whom he always has his mind on. After a while JESSIE managed to track down the two friends who stole her money and every time she ran away because of JUSTINE’s bad treatment, she would go to their place. Her two friends however only had money on their minds and after they found out that JESSIE’s marriage to young-Jae was by contract, they threatened to reveal it to the press. Luckily, JESSIE manages to counter the threat by telling them that she would report that they stole her money to the police. So instead they compromised and JUSTINE helped the guy (the two friends are husband and wife) to get a job in his management agency.
JESSIE also managed to get a sypnosis writing job at LUIGI’s company (LUIGI is a big time publicity/entertainment company owner). On JESSIE’s birthday, JESSIE mentions that she wanted to visit Magicland (a famous amusement park in South Korea). Overhearing that, JUSTINE decided to surprise her there. However because JESSIE went out with LUIGI instead, she did not go to Magicland. Instead JUSTINE was chased around by a mob of fans there. However, they managed to go to Magicland that might and snuck in to the ice-skating ring where they had another fun moment together.
The first turning point of the story was when, LORRAINE fell sick and was admitted to the hospital. When JUSTINE got the news, he rushed to the hospital and frantically searched for her. When he found her, he held her hand tightly. When JESSIE saw this, she felt a small heartache and then she realised that she had fallen for JUSTINE LEE. Of course she didn’t mention anything to him, but she tried her best to win him over. But it wasn’t very successful.
Then JESSIE decided to tell him that she really likes him but he took it was a joke and she didn’t dare say anything else to convince him. Because of work, JESSIE and LUIGI always met, talked and had meals together. But what she didn’t know was that he always made time for her was because he really liked her and one day he decided to tell her that. He asked her if she would give him a chance. Then came another turning point. JUSTINE realised that he was jealous and didn’t want LUIGI and JESSIE to be together. He tries to convince JESSIE not to see him but JESSIE didn’t believe him.
Also, JESSIE grew closer and closer to JUSTINE’s family and she really grew on them as well. As a last ditch of attempt to get LUIGI to stay away from JESSIE, JUSTINE LEE tried to convince LUIGI that JESSIE was pregnant. However it didn’t go well and instead LUIGI found out that their marriage was fake. The nest turning point was when JUSTINE wanted to make up for being so bad to JESSIE, he invited her out for dinner. But before he got there he got a call from LORRAINE and decided to go to her instead. That night he did not return home and only returned in the morning. JESSIE waited all night for him. Because JUSTINE is always so stuborn and proud, he did not want to apologise and instead broke JESSIE’s heart without knowing it. She runs away only to be found by LUIGI in the pouring rain.
JESSIE fell sick again and this time it was LUIGI who took care of her. But being a good friend, he called JUSTINE and told her she was with him and warned him that because he was treating JESSIE so badly, he was going to take JESSIE away from him for good. JUSTINE was furious with that and stormed over to LUIGI’s and took JESSIE back to the house. From then on it was like a tug-of-war love between the four of them, JESSIE likes JUSTINE, JUSTINE doesn’t know who he likes, LORRAINE know likes JUSTINE and LUIGI likes JESSIE. But when, JESSIE was forced to make a drastic decision, she decides to ask JUSTINE for a divorce because she did not want to be hurt anymore and he wanted what she thought JUSTINE wanted.
Then JESSIE finds out that JUSTINE’s acting career is going down the drain because of all the ‘scandals’ of him and both girls and his manager told her to stay with him for the mean time. So she decides to ask JUSTINE to reconsider. From then, JUSTINE decided that he wanted to take care of JESSIE. But suddenly another turn of events made him change his mind and he decides to go back to LORRAINE (I think it’s because he knew LORRAINE was too weak and she might get hurt, so he wanted to stop that from happening and instead ‘sacrifices’ JESSIE).
However, JESSIE still refused to give up on JUSTINE so he pretends to treat her like dirt so that she will lose hope of him. JESSIE counters his bad treatment by going on a trip to Venice with LUIGI. JUSTINE gets sad but didn’t want to tell her that. Instead, the day she left he kept thinking about her so much that he called LORRAINE, JESSIE. LORRAINE realised then that JUSTINE was really in love with JESSIE and there’s no use trying to separate them. At the last minute, JESSIE decides not to go with LUIGI after all and being the gentlemen that he is, LUIGI didn’t go either and took JESSIE back.
When JUSTINE got back, he saw LUIGI putting his hand on JESSIE’s shoulder. He got jealous and started scolding JESSIE. But then everything goes wrong when another scandal about JUSTINE breaks out. This time it was that JESSIE married JUSTINE for money. Drastic situations calls for drastic measures. JUSTINE schedules a press conference to explain his situation. He told everyone that he was giving JESSIE a divorce because of a girl he loved but he did not disclose who the girl was (it was JESSIE). After that, JUSTINE went to the mountains to become a novice monk (no he did not cut his hair, just there to learn about peace of mind). And also, LUIGI proposed to JESSIE but she didn’t want to except his proposal saying she hasn’t been divorce for that long. LUIGI told her he will wait. Everyone wanted JUSTINE to come back down from the mountain and so they used all kinds of excuses and told him that JESSIE was sick. He finally budged and came back to the house.
They were obviously still very much in love with each other and so JUSTINE finally summons enough courage to tell Ji-Eun that he loves her very much. And so it was like any other fairy tale. Happily ever after kind of ending. JUSTINE got back on track with his acting when he acted with JESSIE in the screenplay that she wrote about their relationship called “The Maid and I”. They were such a happy couple after that!!!

full house

Fallin'by Janno Gibbs:
ooh... yeah..our litle conversation are turning into little sweet sensationand they're only getting sweeter everytimeour friendly get togethersare turning into visions of foreverif i just believe this foolish heart of minei can't pretendthat i'm just a friend'cause i'm thinking maybe we were meant to be
chorus:
i think i'm fallin', fallin' in love with youand i don't, i don't know what to doi'm afraid you'd turn awaybut i'll say it anyway
coda:
i think i'm fallin... for youi'm fallin' for you...whenever we're togetherwishing that goodbyes would turn to never'cause with you is where i'll always wanna bewhenever i'm beside youall i really wanna do is hold youno one else but you has meant this much to mei cant pretendthat i'm just a friend'cause i'm thinking maybe we were meant to be
repeat chorus 2x
coda 2:
i think i'm fallin'... for youi'm fallin' for youi'm fallin', i'm fallin' for youi'm fallin', i'm fallin for youand i don't know what to do, yeahfallin', i'm fallin' for you

The death watch on the Holy Father
BY THE WAY By Max V. SolivenThe Philippine Star 04/03/2005

Yesterday, all the world seemed to have stayed glued to their television sets, or switching on and off from time to time – checking on the "death watch" on the Holy Father, Karol Wojtyla, known by the 1.1 billion Roman Catholics around this planet as Pope John Paul II. There was no longer any doubt the Pope was dying. The only question that remained, was when. Already it was being announced that at a conclave held by the 117 Cardinals, his successor would be chosen within 15 to 20 days after his death. The 264th successor to the Chair of St. Peter, the Vicar of Christ, who had erupted on the world’s stage as an athletic, Broadway-charming Pontiff in 1978 – the first non-Italian Pope in 455 years, a Polish prelate from a then Communist country – ended his reign so weak, and so pitifully frail that when he tried to give his urbi et orbi Easter blessing, no words could issue from his throat, try mightily as he did. In silence then, did the most outspoken Supreme Pontiff in history, slide towards the conclusion of his colorful, morally super-steadfast Papacy. There are already millions of words being written or uttered about him, but perhaps I can turn back the clock to give you a glimpse of what Pope John Paul II used to be at the high noon of his Papacy. This is what I wrote in January 1983, at the time the Holy Father had declared 1983 a "Holy Year" commemorating the 1,950th anniversary of our Redemption by Jesus Christ. In December 1982, a few days after he had made the announcement, this writer got an invitation to a "special audience" with the Holy Father in the "Sala Nervi", that impressive astrodome completed by a famous Italian architect a year or two before the present occupant of the Chair of Peter became Pope in October 1978. Now, I’ve had special audiences with Popes before – with the marvelously human John XXIII (who broke out in hiccups five or six times) in the Sistine Chapel and with Paul VI at his summer residence at Castelgandolfo in September 1970. Pope Paul was in a hurry to get rid of us since there were other people waiting, so he gave my wife a rosary and gave me a rosary and blessed us. Then I mentioned that I had three children who were also praying for him. So he motioned to his secretary, an Irish priest with twinkling eyes, got three holy medals for him, and blessed our three children in absentia. I said that the Filipino people were praying for him also, and he got three stampitas from his assistant, and said I should give them to my children too. Then he blessed the Filipino people. I made as if to open my mouth to say something else, but catching the apprehensive look in his eye, I simply bent over to kiss his ring. He fervently blessed us both again, obviously grateful for our imminent departure. A "special audience" with John Paul II, that Polish superstar originally known as Karol Wojtyla, is something else. It is orchestrated like a Broadway show – with lights, camera, action. Special audiences are given every Wednesday to a cast of hundreds, including scores of giggling and twittering nuns who jump up and down in excitement like teenager groupies at the prospect of shaking hands with the Holy Father or being favored with his smile. One must be careful not to be trampled by those enthusiastic Sisters who go into a paroxysms of delight at the appearance of this Pontiff who exudes charm and charisma. Exactly at the stroke of 11 a.m., he strides into the vast hall to the joyous and resounding peal of an organ. The crowd of laymen and women, priests and nuns from three continents simply goes wild. People jostle each other for a glimpse of Pope John Paul. They put out their hands to him. His progress from entrance door to his throne on the high dais beneath a fantastic Nervi sculptural frieze of the Resurrected Christ floating amidst clouds of glory is a triumph. He shakes hands like a politician at the hustings, pressing the flesh, kissing babies, his fingers constantly being grabbed at by the Faithful (there’s no other word to describe them) who smother his ring with loyal kisses in transports of happiness little short of levitation. Halfway down the aisle – a slow pilgrim’s progress since he stops at every group of persons to bless bowed heads and shake hands – the Pope breaks up the audience by clowning. He calls for a chair from his aides, steps up on it, and waves at everybody. When the crowd applauds, he motions like a conductor to synchronize the handclaps. He looks tired (the would-be assassin’s bullets in St. Peter’s square have taken their toll on him) but he also looks like he is enjoying himself. No Pope in the past has ever understood or harnessed the power of "personal contact" with the Church Militant as effectively as this Pontiff. On the left side of the auditorium is the usual delegation from his native Poland, composed of blonde girls charmingly attired in their native costume with flowers around each fair brow, men in sombre dark suits and women holding up children. The group is waving a banner that reads, in Polish: "We’re from Krakow". Krakow is where the Holy Father studied for the priesthood, even while the occupying Nazis had a dragnet out for him and his colleagues. As he nears them, the Poles break into their National Anthem and then the hymn "May You Live a Hundred Years." Most of them raise their fingers defiantly in the "Solidarity" sign. Tears of pride and sorrow shine on each Polish face. Even the Romans – who at times show irritation at this constant Polish "invasion" and the weekly attempt of visiting Poles to "preempt" their Pope – are touched. They sheepishly and furtively wipe a tear or two from the corner of an eye. When the Holy Father reaches his "throne", with a gaggle of Cardinals in complexions ranging from pink to mahogany resplendent in two rows at one side, he begins to speak Italian. There is no question as he shifts from Latin to French to German and to English that he is the Pontiff of the whole Catholic Church – 770 million strong around the globe. He does not attempt to say anything in Pilipino, Chinese or Japanese – except at New Year’s when he gives his blessing from the Vatican which is broadcast by satellite all over the world. He talks of 1983 being a "Holy Year" and calls for prayers (not swords) around the Cross. The Soviet Union’s Joseph Stalin, during World War II, once cynically asked of the Pope: "How many Divisions has he?" Karol Wojtyla shows himself a man and leader capable of rallying many Divisions. The paragraphs above were published, if I may repeat, in January 1983. And that’s how I hope and pray we will always remember Papa Wojtyla, the first Shepherd who jetted to his flock, not once or twice but more than a 100 times, instead of locking himself up in the Vatican as almost all of his predecessors had done. The only other Pope who had gone out was the late Pope Paul VI, who caused a global furor in October 1965 by flying to New York on a 24-hour visit to the United Nations and to then US President Lyndon B. Johnson. This had made Pope Paul VI the first Pope to set foot outside Italy since the French ruler, Napoleon Bonaparte, had dragged Pius VII off to Paris in 1812, not to crown him (Nap seized the Crown and placed it on his own head) but to merely, perforce sanctify his Imperial Reign with a blessing. Pope Paul VI did make another trip, one to the Philippines (November 27-29, 1970). The Holy Father had wished to honor our country as the only Catholic country in Asia. His visit, indeed, was memorable but in a manner never intended. No sooner had the Pope descended the ramp of his aircraft at the Manila International Airport and begun the ritual of the kissing of the ring and the shaking of hands than one demented Bolivian painter named Benjamin Mendoza broke through the crowd and hurled himself at the Holy Father, brandishing a knife and shouting: "Death to superstition!" Somebody’s timely karate chop saved the Supreme Pontiff from harm and the Filipino nation from both tearful mourning and infinite embarrassment. However, screaming headlines all over the globe trumpeted the enormity of the shocking event and, in the resulting confusion and excitement, the world’s readers somehow overlooked the fact that the assailant had been a Bolivian and not a Pinoy. All ended happily – by gosh, even for that crackpot Mendoza. He was slapped in jail but, ironically, his bizarre paintings, which had never been saleable, suddenly became a hot item in various art dealers’ shops in New York and Manila. When Pope John Paul II himself visited Manila, he was joyously greeted by three million people! Now, he is going… going. By the time these words appear, who knows, he may even be gone. However, he will never be forgotten. I disagreed – but who am I? – with many dicta laid down by Papa Wojtyla. He had a warm smile, a workman’s hands, but a heart of bedrock conservatism. Yet, he stood fast by his spiritual moorings. In a world of increasing compromises, he refused to compromise. Jesus had said to Simon-Peter in parting that he (Peter) was going to be The Rock. And on this Rock, Our Lord had vowed, "I will build my Church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." Go with God, then, Holy Father. You, too, were The Rock. And the materialistic, vain, and cynical world, or sinners like myself, did not prevail.

faith:God had Helped me from Nothingness to Existence.

Many of us have experienced situations that appeared hopeless. We saw no way out, but we prayed and God opened a way. He made that "impossible" move. We can trust Him. He can never be checkmated. – Herbert Vander Lugt
When problems seem impossible And we can’t face another day, The Lord extends His helping hand And shows us He can make a way. – Sper
READ: Isaiah 48:17-22
God is the only King who can never be defeated.

I believe and can corroborate that God answers all our prayers. I have reached a star which I thought was impossible even to perceive. I would not make it given the diminutive time , I am the least expected to get through.But God had put me there not to give up.But to fight,not stoping until its over.2mrw is D-Day,I've got no ammo.It's time to face the gauntlet..........

I hope I make u proud..as I walk up the podium with You and emerge victorious.To God be the Glory