tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42688027780303381182024-02-19T21:45:19.018+08:00Ang Ikalawang PaglalakbayAno pa't ating masasabi ng buong tapang, Ang Panginoon ang aking katulong; hindi ako matatakot: Anong magagawa sa akin ng tao? Hebrews 13:6emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-4707183324255587392011-10-28T10:40:00.000+08:002011-10-28T10:40:03.924+08:00Saranggola Blog Contest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b style="color: #741b47;"> Ako ho'y humihingi ng tulong sa inyo mga ka-blogger. Sumali po ako sa Saranggola Blog Awards ngayon at first time ko pong sumali. Sana po tulungan niyo ako. Kahit na hindi po ako manalo sa patimpalak, malugod ko itong tatanggapin basta kailangan ko suporta ninyo! hanggang sa muli po!</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b>pls like this po <a href="http://www.saranggolablogawards.com/2011/10/di-na-masilip-ang-bukas-maikling-kwento.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.saranggolablogawards.com/2011/10/di-na-masilip-ang-bukas-maikling-kwento.html</a></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #741b47;"> Iyan po ang link. Hanggang sa muli po Maam/ Sir. </b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-85243735674143316862011-10-03T15:31:00.002+08:002011-10-04T07:25:47.345+08:00Di na Masilip ang Bukas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFEbaHzJzqaFtJikh2vGB-JX_i7QGUz_RlCr_uPpBv0DQlFtgbBpTmDCRXhmXOKBBGn7ZHDPZ-VHfRfz6xNEMU21QWYTMqRg-Qh6kKc3vRq2A61kfzoczrQsp7DvOb-SodK_WXVZllsM-/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFEbaHzJzqaFtJikh2vGB-JX_i7QGUz_RlCr_uPpBv0DQlFtgbBpTmDCRXhmXOKBBGn7ZHDPZ-VHfRfz6xNEMU21QWYTMqRg-Qh6kKc3vRq2A61kfzoczrQsp7DvOb-SodK_WXVZllsM-/s200/ff.png" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <b style="color: #741b47;"> Hindi man maramdaman ni Aling Rina ang sakit na iniinda ng kanyang anak, batid niya na nahihirapan siya sa kanyang hika na may kasamang lagnat. Nahahabag na rin siya sa anak dahil hindi man lang siya makalaro sa labas ng bahay nila kasama ang mga kalaro’t kaibigan niya. Si Claire ay larawan ng isang batang magaling maski sa eskuwelahan at maging sa indakan ay hindi siya pahuhuli subalit noong umatake na naman ang kanyang hika’y hindi na siya gaanong nagiging aktibo.</b></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Anak, pasensiya ka na hah, hindi ko pa nabibili yaong laruan na sinasambit mo dahil pinag-iipunan ko pa ang gamot mo para sa iyong hika</i>!.”</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Okay lang po iyon ‘nay kaso gusto ko nang pumunta sa eskuwelahan dahil marami na akong liban sa klase, baka mabababa na naman ang mga grades ko</i>”. Pabuntong-hiningang sabi ni Claire.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Hayaan mo anak, bukas bibili na ako ng gamot mo dahil nakapag-ipon na ako ng sapat na pera para sa hika mo!. Oh heto, uminom ka na ng gamot para sa lagnat upang tuluyan nang mawala ito at bumaba ang iyong temperatura</i>.”</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Kinaumagahan ay nagpunta si Aling Rina sa bahay ng kanyang amo upang maglaba at mamalantsa. Kahit pagod na pagod na ito’y pumunta pa rin siya upang magtrabaho dahil may Santo Kristo sa dibdib si Aling Rina at handa siyang magsakripisyo para sa anak. Habang naglalaba’y kausap niya ang kasama niyang namamasukan din sa mayamang bahay ng mga Olaivar.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Haaay!!. ang sakit na nang likod ko!. Parang mababali na yata ang mga buto ko dahil sa kakakuskos ng mga labahan!” </i>ani ni Aling Evy.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Naku Evy(</i>habang inililigpit ang mga naplantsang damit),<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> huwag mo nang problemahin ang bawat kayod na iyong ipinamamalas. Ang isipin mo na lamang ay para ito sa iyong pamilya, para sa mga anak mo.”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Oo, lagi ko naman yan iniisip pero hindi mo pa rin maalis sa isipan mo na problemahin ang mga bagay na ito lalo na’t mahirap lang tayo. Kung nakapagtapos lang sana ako ng kolehiyo hmmm.” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">sabi ni Aling Evy</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Ako nga eh, hindi ko pa natapos ang elementarya dahil din sa kahirapan sa buhay pero masaya ako, kami ng anak ko.” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Malungkot pero nagmamalaking sabi ni Aling Rina </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Dumating ang hapon, ibinigay na ng kanilang amo ang bayad sa pamamalantsa at paglalaba. Nasiyahan silang dalawa at parang nawalan sila ng pagod at napawi ang kanilang sigla.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Salamat naman at tapos na natin, makakauwi tayo ng maaga ngayon Manang Rina!.</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Wen Evy, mabuti at maaga tayo ngayon. Sige Evy hah, may bibilhin pa kasi akong gamot para sa anak ko, magkita na lamang tayo bukas!.”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Umuwi na ang dalawa bitbit ang mga perang ibinigay ng kanilang amo pero bago umuwi’y naisipan ni Aling Rina na dumiretso muna sa drug store malapit sa kanilang bahay.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Oh anak, nandito na ako, kamusta ang pakiramdam mo?”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(Nagmano sa Ina) <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Medyo okay na po, bumaba na kahit paano ang aking lagnat ‘Nay.”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Mabuti kung ganoon anak, oh siya inumin mo na ang sinukat kong gamot mo para sa iyong hika at heto pa, gamot mo para sa lagnat upang tuluyan nang mawala ang lagnat mo.” </span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Opo, Inay salamat po sa inyo!” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(sabay yakap sa Inang pagod na pagod na)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Nang makaramdam na si Claire ng kaginhawaan, naghugas na siya ng kanyang kamay upang sila’y kumain at sa kusina, sinabi niya sa Ina na gusto na niyang pumasok sa eskuwelahan bukas kung maaari lang.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Si..sigurado ka na ba anak na maayos na ang pakiramdam mo?(</i>habang kinukuha ang pagkain)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Oo naman ‘nay. Salamat po ah dahil sa inyo’y gumaling na ako” (</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">masayang sabi ni Claire sa Ina)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Walang anuman iyon anak. Hindi naman kita maaaring pabayaan. Wala nang iba pang magkakalinga kundi ako. Kung hindi pa sana pumanaw ang iyong ama’y dalawa kaming mag-aalaga sa inyo’ </i>(malungkot na sabi ni Aling Rina)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oo nga po Inay, miss na miss ko na si Itay. Ay oo nga pala Inay yung laruang sinasabi ko sa inyo. Baka mayroon nang makakabili non!. Kung bibilhin niyo iyon, gagalingan ko pa sa klase namin, sige na po Inay!.</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Pero anak, wala pa akong pera sa ngayon”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Sige po ‘nay huwag na lang po” </span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa pagsasabi niyang iyon ay bumagal siyang kumain pero lumapit si Aling Rina at niyakap ang anak.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Huwag ka nang malungkot. Wala naman akong sinabi na hindi ako bibili ng laruang iyon pero ipinapangako ko anak, kapag may pera na ako, bibilhin ko iyon, okay ba ‘yon anak?”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Opo Inay!”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kinaumagahan ay magaling na si Claire dahil sa pagkakalinga ng kanyang Ina. Nagtungo na siya sa eskuwelahan at si Aling Rina ay naiwan muna sa bahay at pagkatapos ay pumunta na siya sa bahay ng mga Olaivar upang magtrabaho. Pagpasok pa lamang ni Claire sa silid ng Ika-Limang Baitang, natuwa ang ilan sa kaniyang pagbabalik pero ang mga mayayaman niyang kaklase’y tumawa.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Laging tinutukso si Claire ng mga kamag-aral na sina Jessa, Erika, Jemma at Ana dahil hindi raw ito nagpapalit ng damit. May kapangyarihan ang mga batang ito kaya nagagawa nila ang kanilang gusto. Pati baon ni Claire sa tanghalian ay pinapakialaman nila. Lingid sa kaalaman niya na siya ang pinag-uusapan at minsa’y pinagtatawanan ngunit hindi niya ito pinapansin.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Mga frends..</i>(sabi ni Jessa sa mga kapwa mag-aaral). <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Alam niyo, mayroon na naman akong bagong laruan, binili ng papa ko mula pa sa London!, ang ganda.!”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Talaga? patingin nga </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(sabay kita sa bago niyang laruan) <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ay oo nga, ang ganda naman! sana may ganyang din akong laruan.</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Asa ka pa! ang mahal kaya nito noh! oh tignan niyo pero huwag niyong hahawakan ha, baka masira.”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sa pagsasabi niyang iyon, tinignan lahat ng mga kamag-aral ni Claire kung anong laruan iyon pero hindi niya ito tinignan dahil maiinggit lamang siya ‘pag tinignan niya iyon. Hanggang sa napansin ni Erika na si Claire ay nakaupo lang sa dulo ng silid nila.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Tignan niyo si Claire oh </i>( sabi ni Erika at tumingin lahat)<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> mag-isa lang siya nakaupo!”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Baka hinihika na naman yan (sabay tawa ng ilan sa kanila)</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “O kaya naman, naiinggit siya sa laruan ko kaya ganyan siya” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sabi ng kamag-aral niyang si Jessa.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Gustong umiyak ni Claire sa pagkakataong iyon subalit baka sabihin nilang mahina siya kaya nag-isip siya kung papaano siya mapapalapit sa mga mayayaman niyang kamag-aral.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Mmm.. may sinat pa kasi ako eh kaya hindi ako makagalaw-galaw pero nagkakamali kayong naiinggit ako sa laruang iyan!”. </i>Sabi ni Claire</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Talaga? ni wala ka ngang isang laruan eh (</i>sabay tawa ng mapanghamak niyang kamag-aral)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Marami kaya akong laruan sa bahay! hindi lang iisa kundi isan-daang laruan!</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Kung marami kang laruan, sige nga ipakita mo lahat ang mga iyon? Kung ipapakita mo, magiging close friends tayo!”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Sige ba, dadalhin ko iyon minsan at ipahihiram ko sa inyo ang mga iyon.”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Simula noon, hindi na sila tumigil sa katatanong kay Claire ang mga sinabi niyang laruan. lalong naging malapit ang mga mayayamang kamag-aral ni Claire sa kanya. Hindi na nila ito tinutukso at hinahamak dahil sa mga tinuran ng bata sa kanila. Kinaumagahan, maaga na naming pumunta si Claire sa eskuwelahan.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Oh Claire, nasaan na ang laruang sinasabi mo sa amin?. Hindi ko na mahintay na tignan iyon!” </i>Sambit ng kanyang kamag-aral.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Ahh.. sabi kasi ni Inay na huwag ko raw ito dalhin sa eskuwelahan baka masira. Gusto kong ipakita sa inyo pero si Inay ang ayaw eh.” </i>Malungkot na sabi ni Claire at umalis sa kinaroroonan ng mga kaibigan.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Nagsisinungaling lang yata si Claire sa atin.” </i>Pabulong na sabi ni Jessa sa mga kasama.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Hah? paano mo naman nasabi iyan?”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> ‘‘Kasi kung mayroon talaga, ipapakita niya agad ito sa atin. Kailangan nating alamin kung totoo talaga ang mga sinasabi niya o hindi”.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Eh.. anong binabalak mo?</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Kailangan nating sundan si Claire sa bahay nila pagkatapos ng klase natin pero huwag kayong papahalata hah!”.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nagtungo nga ang mga makukulit na bata sa bahay nina Claire at doo’y nagkubli sila sa malaking yero para hindi sila makita. Nagkataong hindi pa umuwi si Aling Rina sa hapong iyon kaya nang lumabas si Claire sa bahay nila, pumunta sila sa loob ng bahay at nagmasid. Naghanap nang naghanap ng mga laruan subalit wala silang nakita hanggang sa may napansin si Jessa na isang karton na nakatago sa ilalim ng kama nila. Binuksan nila ito at laking gulat sa nakita. Ang mga laruang iyon ay sira-sira na at hindi na pwedeng magamit pa at napagtanto nilang iyon ang mga sinasabi ni Claire na laruan dahil isang-daan din ang bilang nito. Nakita naman ni Ana na papalapit na si Claire kaya nagpasiya silang lumisan sa kinaroroonan at umuwi na lamang. Nang pumasok na siya sa bahay, sumunod naming dumating ang kanyang Ina.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Oh anak! Nandito na ako (darating si Calire upang mag-mano), kamusta ang pag-aaral mo?</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Okay naman po Inay. Nagkaroon kami ng pagsusulit kanina at bukas ay may pagsusulit na naman ‘nay!”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Ganon ba anak! Eh marami ka bang nakuha sa pagsusulit na iyon?” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Tinuran ng kanyang Ina.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Oo naman po, kaya lang hindi ako ang nag top score!. Nahirapan po kasi ako.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Tama lang iyon anak hindi ka naman naging kulelat di ba (tumawa ang Ina). Basta kapag gagalingan mo pa ang pagsusulit bukas, bibilhin ko na ang laruang sinasabi mo!” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Masayang sabi ng Ina.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Talaga Inay? Naku, pangako Inay gagalingan ko bukas, hindi ko kayo bibiguin </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(sabay yakap sa Ina.)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Maaga na naming pumasok sa paaralan si Claire dala ang masayang bugso ng kanyang damdamin at nang natapos na ang pagsusulit, nakuha ni Claire ang pinakamataas na marka sa pagsusulit na iyon at nang dumating ang recess time, hindi umalis si Claire sa upuan at pati ang ilan sa kanyang kamag-aral. </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“May sasabihin ako sa inyo”</i> (Pumasok sa silid ang mga batang mayaman).</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Ano naman iyon?” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sabi ng marami sa kanila.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Nakita na namin ang mga sinasabing laruan ni Claire, inimbitahan niya kami sa bahay nila kahapon. Ang gagaganda ng mga laruan niya! May de-remote pa at mga nagsasalitang manika!” (</i>Tumawa sila ngunit tinakpan ang mga bibig)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Wow, ang yaman niyo pala Claire!!”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Oo nga, sana kami rin mayroon!”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Pero!.. teka </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(sabi ni Jessa) <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ang lahat ng iyon ay… sira! Wooooh! </i>(tumawa ang marami).<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> At hindi na niya magagamit pa. Kawawang Claire hahaha!.</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dahil sa sobrang kahihiyan, umiyak si Claire at umalis sa silid. Tumakbo siya ng tumakbo hanggang sa nabundol siya ng mabilis na takbo ng jeep. Dahil sa lakas ng pagkakabundol ay tumilapon siya. Sa pangyayaring iyon, nagpunta rin si Aling Rina sa Dibisoria para bilhin ang laruang parating sinasambit ng anak. Isinakay nila si Claire sa trycikel at dinala sa pinakamalapit na ospital. Nang pauwi na si Aling Rina sa bahay nila, may nakapagsabi sa kanya na nabundol ng jeep ang anak kaya kinakabahang pumunta sa ospital si Aling Rina.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Nasaan ang anak ko!! Dok! Ay Nurs! Nurs! Nurs! Gusto ko hong makita ang anak ko. Kelangan ako ng anak ko Nurs, please!! </i>Umiiyak na sabi ni Aling Rina.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pasensiya na po pero hindi kayo pwedeng pumasok” ani ng isang nurse.</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Subalit ako ang Ina niya ma’am. Pahintulutan niyo naman ako, gusting kong makita ang anak ko!.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> ‘Nire-revive pa po namin ang inyong anak hindi pa kayo pwedeng pumasok, sige po!.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hindi tumigil si Aling Rina sa pag-iyak at pag-aalala. Nanalangin siya na sana’y iligtas siya ng Panginoon. Niyakap na lamang niya ang biniling laruan para sa anak. Pagkaraan ng dalawampung minuto na paghihintay, lumabas na ang doktor na tumingin kay Claire.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Dok, kamusta po ang kalagayan ng anak ko?okay na po ba siya? Maari po ba akong pumasok?”</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Pasensiya na Misis. Ginawa na namin ang aming makakaya. Wala na ho ang anak niyo”.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Dok! Nagsisinungaling lang kayo. Hindi patay ang anak ko!..Claire! Claire, nandito na ako anak. </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(Pumasok sa loob si Aling Rina).</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Anak, Claire nandito na ang laruan mo oh! Nakabili na ako anak. Hindi ka na maglalaro ng mga sira-sirang laruan. Anak gumising ka naman oh, andito na ang Nanay. Wag mo naman akong iwan anak. Kailangan kita!</i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Tumigil ang mundo ni Aling Rina sa nangyari sa anak. Umikot ang mahahabang daliri ng mga anino sa silid. Bumagsak si Aling Rina mula sa kinatatayuan ayaw man niyang tanggapin ang kapalaran ng kanyang anak, alam niya na binabantayan siya palagi. Hindi na nasilip ni Claire ang bukas.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-41809462572736592112011-10-01T10:38:00.000+08:002011-10-01T10:38:02.064+08:00Proposed Facebook Buttons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoycg8YoE4FwyLSHt_jGYf3oBz2zNZWxVxE2gCDLgwgP6kFp_T9E4GU2vttupWiciYepk53gh8QAhpqg5xM1QgHd_wpMJk9ekLHrY_HAb9NGDI5E0cBFYA0XxtD4QpyCOP6FiAKhSW6CS/s1600/fb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoycg8YoE4FwyLSHt_jGYf3oBz2zNZWxVxE2gCDLgwgP6kFp_T9E4GU2vttupWiciYepk53gh8QAhpqg5xM1QgHd_wpMJk9ekLHrY_HAb9NGDI5E0cBFYA0XxtD4QpyCOP6FiAKhSW6CS/s400/fb.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <b style="color: #741b47;"> Sana ganito na ang ipapatupad na buttons ng Facebook para naman mabatikos ang mga walang kwentang ipinopost nila. Hehehe</b><br />
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</div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-62267713057521327732011-09-30T13:57:00.000+08:002011-09-30T13:57:39.035+08:00Joke Joke Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b>A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the priest sitting beside her, "Father, may I ask a favor?" <br />
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"Of course, child. What may I do for you?" <br />
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"Well, I bought an expensive electronic hair dryer for my mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits. I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for me...under your robe, perhaps?" <br />
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"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you... I will not lie." <br />
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"With your honest face, Father, no one will question you." <br />
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When they got to Customs, the woman let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?" <br />
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"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare." <br />
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The official thought this answer strange, so asked, <br />
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"And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?" <br />
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"I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date...unused." <br />
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Roaring with laughter, the official said, "Go ahead, Father. Next!" </b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-9258119313232784362011-09-24T08:34:00.001+08:002011-09-24T08:34:43.801+08:00Sa Inyong Paglisan..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: Vivaldi; font-size: 22pt;">Pahiram ng Isang Ama</span><span style="font-family: Vivaldi;"></span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 10pt;">Ni Emmanuel A. Mateo</span></b></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b style="color: #741b47;"></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScZvR5q8guBR6IkK1v08gnGBTQQmfwzU8YfBMojB6hVycffuwUTWteVsYlI0yYNJnjSgR7S-H9WhTvR8aCCbi3xzTYc_vmHC6kOIqoMmC4J83gnKTNIh273jw85KnCHHmwrQ61HnOvSlI/s1600/ama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScZvR5q8guBR6IkK1v08gnGBTQQmfwzU8YfBMojB6hVycffuwUTWteVsYlI0yYNJnjSgR7S-H9WhTvR8aCCbi3xzTYc_vmHC6kOIqoMmC4J83gnKTNIh273jw85KnCHHmwrQ61HnOvSlI/s1600/ama.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /></a></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Hindi iniinda ni Aling Auring ang sikat ng araw. Sa kadahilanang nais niyang makapag-ipon para sa pag-aaral ng anak, nanguha siya ng mga dahon ng niyog upang gawin itong walis-tingting at kumuha rin siya ng kanyang pananim sa bakuran upang ipagbili ito sa mga kapit-bahay. Sa kasipagan niyang iyo’y inabot siya ng hapon.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Alas kuwatro y media na’y dumating ang anak na si Emma mula eskuwelahan. Isang paslit subalit kung makapag-isip ay tila mas matanda na siya kaysa sa Nanay niya. Dumiretso siya sa kanyang silid upang magpalit ng damit at pagkatapos ay nagtungo siya sa kusina para magsaing. Tila alam na ng batang iyon ang kanyang gagawin pag-uwi mula eskuwelahan. Walang inaasahang iba ang ina kundi ang anak lamang nito dahil wala na ang kanyang bana.. Hindi na nasilayan pa ng anak ni Aling Auring ang ama mula pagkabata at dahil dito’y sanay na silang dalawa na magkasama.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“<i>Anak, tapos ka nabang magsaing?, kung oo ay pariyan na ako’t magluluto na.”</i></span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Opo inay, tapos na po”, pabuntong hininga ni Emma.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Nay magpapalam muna ako sa inyo, punta lamang ako sa balay ng aking Tiyo”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oh siya, humayo ka’t huwag magpapagabi dahil kakain na tayo mamaya-maya”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Tumakbo papalayo ang bata at sa pagtakbo niyang iyo’y dumantal sa mga mata ni Aling Auring ang kanyang kumareng si Aling Nelia.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Kumare, kamusta kayo dito?. Ipagpaumanhin mo kung ngayon lang kita dinalaw dahil ako’y namalagi sa ospital ng ilang araw. May sakit kasi si Itay.”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Naku, wala ‘yun okay lang kami, wala pa ring nagbago, mahirap pa rin gaya ng dati”, </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">pabirong sabi ni Aling Auring.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Eh anong gusto mong mangyari, makahawak ng sangkatutak na salapi? Hahaha… hintayin mo nalang na lumaki’t mag-asawa ang iyong anak at baka siya ang magdadala sa iyo ng swerte”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“ Anu ka ba. Baka mamamatay na ako eh hindi ko pa mararanasan yang sinasabi mo at baka heto na ang kapalaran naming mag-ina, ang pagiging dukha”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Huwag mong isipin yan Mare, may awa ang Diyos. Oh siya, Alas sais na pala at kami na’y kakain. Paalam Mare”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Sige mare at akin na ring tatawagin ang aking anak sa bahay ng kanyang Tiyo”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Alas sais-diyes na’y wala pa si Emma sa kanilang bahay kaya nagpasiya si Aling Auring na tawagin ang kanyang anak. Nang nakarating siya ay nakita niyang masayang nakikipaglaro si Emma sa kanyang Tiyo.Lungkot ang nangibabaw sa kanyang puso nang Makita niya iyon. Kinakandong niya ito at nakikipaglaro pa sa loob ng kanilang bahay at nang dumating si Aling Auring sa bahay nila..</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oh, ayan na pala ang iyong Ina at ika’y susunduin na niya”, </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">wika ng Tiyo nito.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Anak, halika na at kakin na tayo. Magpaalam ka nalang muna kay Tiyo mo”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“ Sige po Tiyo, aalis na po muna ako. Babalik ako bukas”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Nagpakarga na ang bata kay Aling Auring at dali-daling siyang binuhat ng kanyang Ina.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Naku anak, basing-basa na naman ang likod mo. Sabi ko sayo eh huwag kang magpapagabi at kakain na tayo, pero hindi mo ako sinunod”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Paumanhin Ina subalit masaya ako kapag kasama ko si Tiyo. Nay maaari po ba akong magtanong?</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Sige anak, anu yon?”. </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Habang naglalakad ay nag-uusap ang mag-ina.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Nasaan po ang aking ama?, wala pa po kasi kayong binabanggit tungkol sa kanya. Mmmabait po rin ba siya? Mahal kaya niya tayo? Siguro hindi na dahil iniwan niya tayo Inay”.</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"> Malungkot na sabi ni Emma sa kanyang Ina.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Anak, alam kong nangungulila ka sa iyong ama subalit wala akong magagawa. Ang tanging iniwan niya ay sulat at isang kuwintas na nakaukit ang kanyang pangalan at aking ibibigay iyon sa iyo pagka-gradueyt mo sa hayskul”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Bakit po siya umalis Inay at ano ang sinabi niya sa sulat?”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Hindi na umimik ang Nanay ni Emma. Nang nakarating sila sa bahay, naghain na lamang siya upang sila’y kakain na at batid niya na kapag sasabihin niya ang nangyari’y hindi rin niya ito maiintindihan.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Tumunton na sa Grade IV si Emma, wala pa rin siyang imik tungkol sa nawalay niyang ama. Hanggang sa magka Grade V at Grade VI siya wala pa ring kasagutan ang kanyang tanong. Sa pagtatapos ni Emma sa Elementary, ang Tiyo niya ang tumayo bilang ama sa espesyal na araw na iyon at sa pag-uwi..</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Inay, maraming salamat po sa lahat-lahat. Sa pagmamahal, kalinga at pag-aaruga niyo’y hindi matutumbasan ng kahit ano mang bagay dito sa mundo. Kung wala po kayo marahil ay hindi pa po ako nakapagtapos, mahal na mahal ko po kayo”. </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Pahikbing sinabi ni Emma sa Ina.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“ Walang anuman iyon aking anak, mahal na mahal din kita at kahit anumang mangyari’y nandito pa rin ako nakabantay sa iyo”. </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Sabay yakap sa anak.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“ Oh tama na ‘yan pamangkin, tayo na’t naghihintay na ang mga pagkain sa atin, dali!”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Umuwi silang Masaya, bitbit ang mga parangal at regalo na natanggap ni Emma at pagkagaling sa bahay,…</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Natapos mo na ang unang yugto ng pag-aaral mo anak at ika’y mag-aaral na sa hayskul.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oo nga po Inay at saka gusto ko ring mag-aral sa preybet gaya ng mga klasmeyts ko, naiinggit nga po ako sa kanila eh”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Hah? Anong preybet anak?”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Nay naman, yun kung saan nag-aaral ang mga may kaya at doo’y natututukan nila ang bawat mag-aaral.”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Ah sa private school iyon anak hindi preybet. Wala tayong masiyadong maraming pera anak, doon ka na lamang sa public school, diyan sa malapit na hayskul sa bayan”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Tumango na lamang ang anak ni Aling Auring. Pithaya mang sundin ang anak, salat naman sila sa pera kaya napilitan siyang paaralin ang anak sa pampublikong paaralan.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"> Makalipas ng dalawang buwan, dumating ang araw ng <i>enrollment </i>sa paaralan. Nahirapan agad si Aling Auring dahil sa dami ng binayaran niya at wala nang nakatira sa kanyang kalupi kaya naisipan nilang maglakad na lamang.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Makalipas ng isang linggo, dumating ang unang araw ng kanilang pasukan. Nananabik siyang pumasok at maagang nagising, naghilamos, kumain at naligo ni nakalimutan nang magsipilyo.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Inay tutungo nap o ako sa eskuwelahan, sabay nap o kami ni Nini”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oh sige anak, mag-ingat kayo. Umuwi ka kaagad dito sa bahay pagkatapos ng iyong klase”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Masayang umalis si Emma sa kanilang bahay. Kita sa mga pisngi niya ang larawan ng masigasig na mag-aaral at masunuring bata.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Sa eskuwelahan, palakaibigan si Emma. Marami siyang nagging kaibigan at siyay nagpakitang dilas at pagkatapos ng klase’y umuwi silang Masaya ni Nini.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Inay nandito na po ako”,</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"> nakangiting sambit ni Emma.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oh anak, kamusta ang unang araw mo sa eskuwelahan?”</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Okay na okay po inay, Masaya po dahil marami akong nagging kaibigan at alam niyo, marami sa mga klasmeyt ko na nag-aaral doon ay klasmeyts ko sa elementary.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Eh di mabuti kung ganon anak at least may mga kakilala ka na at marami na agad ang iyong kaibigan sa unang araw pa lamang”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Kinaumagahan ay umalis na naman ng maaga si Emma at masigasig siyang nakikibahagi sa talakayan. Makalipas ng apat na taon, nasa 4th year hayskul na siya. Nahubog na ang kanyang ganda at maraming nagkakagusto sa kanya.Sa taon ding iyon ay dumami ang kanilang gastusin sa kadahilanang marami ang binabayarang <i>fees </i>sa eskuwelahan. Minsa’y nagkasakit ang Nanay nito dahil sa sobrang pagkakayod at sa pagkakasakit niyang iyon, madalas hindi na pumapasok si Emma dahil sa sobrang pag-aalala sa Ina at sa loob ng kuwarto..</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“<i>Inay”. </i>Sabay yakap sa Ina.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“ba..bakit ka umiiyak anak? </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Sabi ni Aling Auring.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Wala po Inay, masaya lang po ako dahil mahal niyo ako at dahil sa akin, napapagod ako ng husto”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Anak”</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">sabay punas sa mga luha, <i>ang pag-aaral mo lamang ang maipapamana ko sa iyo. Mawala na ang lahat sa atin, mapagtapos lang kita sa pag-aaral. Mahal kita anak, ikaw ang buhay ko. Kahit magkasakit ako, ikaw ang nagbibigay sa akin ng lakas upang ipagpatuloy ko pa ang mabuhay sa mundo”.</i></span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Nagyakapan ang mag-ina dala ng sinambit nila sa isa’t-isa at dahil doon ay napaluha rin si Aling Auring.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Makalipas ng ilang buwan’y malapit nang magtapos ang kanyang anak. Tuwa ang namayani sa kanyang puso na tila napawi ang kanyang mga pagod at sakripisyong inilaan at dumating nga ang araw na inaasa-asam ni Aling Auring, nagtapos rin ang kanyang anak sa wakas at sa araw na iyon’y umaasa si Emma na sana’y magpakita ang ama kahit saglit subalit hindi niya ito nakita.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Anak, gaya ng ipinangako ko sa iyo, heto na ang kwintas. Alagaan mo ito dahil heto lamang ang tanging bagay na iniwan ng iyong ama sa akin.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Tirso pala ang pangalan niya. Nasaan na kaya siya? Gusto ko na siyang Makita Inay. Gusto ko ring maramdaman ang pagmamahal ng isnag ama”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Hindi na babalik ang iyong ama kaya kalimutan mo nalang siya dahil para sa akin’y matagal na siyang patay</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">”. Sabay umalis sa bahay.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Kinaumagahan, may natanggap na sulat ang kanyang ina. Mayroong magus-survey sa kanilang lupa at hindi iyon inaasahan ni Aling Auring dahil akala niya’y walang magiging problema sa lupa. Nagimbal ang katahimikan nila dahil hindi mawari kung ang asawa niya ang bumabawi ng lupa o ang ama nito at sa sumunod na araw, nagpunta nga magus-survey sa lupa.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“<i> Magandang umaga, dito ba nakatira si Aurora Manera?”</i></span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oho, dito nga, anong maipaglilingkod ko sa inyo?” </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">malumbay niyang sagot dahil sa tinatamasang sakit sa katawan.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Ako ho’y naatasan ng aking amo upang isurvey ang inyong lupa. Kanino po ba nakapangalan sa inyong lupa, nakapangalan ba ito sa inyo?”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Aaminin kong hindi sa amin itong lupa. Ito’y nakapangalan sa ama ng aking asawa at wala siyang iniwan na kahit anong papeles pero sabi niya sa sulat, aalis siya at may aasikasuhing mga dokumento sa aming lupa subalit wala pang katugunan ang sukat na iyon”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Inay ano po bang nangyayari dito? Sino siya?</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“siya ay isang empleyado at naatasan upang isurvey ang lupang ito, eh wala naman akong hawak na kahit anong katibayan tungkol sa lupang ito”. </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Kinakabahang sinabi ni Aling Auring sa anak.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Ma’am, bibigyan kop o kayo ng limang araw upang ayusin ang problemang ito pero kapag hindi pa ninyo ito naayos, mapipilitan kaming paalisin kayo sa lupang ito”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Tett..teka lang po Sir, maaari bang malaman ang pangalan ng amo niyo? At saan po namin siya pwedeng makita?”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Si Mister Satir po, kung naayos niyo na ang problema’y pwede niyo siyang puntahan sa kanyang opis, heto po ang contact number at address niya”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Sino ba si Mr. Satir? Hindi ko ata kilala ang pangalang iyan” tinuran ng kanyang Ina.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Dahil sa pag-aalala at pangamba nab aka mapaalis sila sa lupang iyon, nagtungo si Emma sa address na ibinigay ng empleyado. Nagpasya siyang huwag na lamang itong sabihin sa kanyang ina. Hindi man mawari kung ano ang dapat sabihin, lakas loob pa rin siyang pumunta.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Tok..tok..tok…</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"> sa pagbukas ng pinto’y nakita niya ang dalawang lalakeng nag-uusap na tila isa sa kanila ay si Mr. Satir at nakita niya itong may iniinom ng mga gamot at nang umalis ang kausap..</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Magandang umaga po Sir”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Magandang umaga rin’. “Kayo po ba si Mr. Satir?ako po yung anak ni Aurora Manera, yung may lupang nais niyong isurvey.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“ah, anong maipaglilingkod ko sa iyo?”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Gusto ko lang pong malaman kung bakit binabawi ninyo ang lupa namin at…</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Well, ganito kasi iyon, hindi ako ang bumabawi sa lupa, ang aking ama dahil gusto niyang ipagbili ang lupang iyon”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Pero lupa iyon ng ama ng tatay ko at hindi ninyo maaaring bawiin na lang iyon ng basta-basta”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Paano mo nasisigurado Ineng na sa tatay ng ama mo iyong lupa eh sa amin iyon! May katibayan ka bang ipapakita? Ako mayroon, </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">(kukunin ang mga dukomento) <i>tignan mo!”.</i></span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Oh hayan! talagang amin iyong lupa”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Tinignan nga ni Emma ang titulo ng lupa at sa kanila nga iyon. Nagmakaawa si Emma at lumuhod siya sa harapan niya.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Ser.. maawa po kayo sa amin, may sakit ang aking ina, kung papaalisin niyo kami’y wala kaming titirhan. Lahat po gagawin ko para sa inyo huwag lang kami umalis sa lupang iyon!”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Nabigla si Mr. Satir sa kanyang sinabi. Napaisip siya na tila may gusting itong ipahiwatig.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Si..sige pumunta ka sa bahay ko mamayang alas siyete y media at mayroon akong ipapagawa sa iyo at kapag hindi ka pupunta’y mapipilitan akong paalisin kayo sa lupang iyon”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">“Masusunod po sir. Darating ako!”.</span></i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Pumunta nga si Emma sa bahay ni Mr. Satir dala ang pag-asang hindi sila mapapaalis sa lupang iyon. Nasilaw si Mr. Satir sa ganda ng batang iyon. Pagkaraan ng ilang saglit’y nagtungo na siya sa ikalawang palapag, sa kuwarto na kung saan nandoon si Mr. Satir.Napatalikod si Emma, umiiyak at nagulat sa kanyang nakita. Hindi nagtagal ay lumapit si Mr. Satir sa kanya.. Tinanggal ang saplot ni Emma pero sa pagkakatanggal niyang iyo’y may nakita siyang isang kwintas. Kahawig iyon ng ibinigay niyang kwintas sa asawa at nang tinignan niya ang nakaukit,..</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Napalahaw siya at nasindak. Lumayo siya at biglang umalis at iniwan si Emma sa loob.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Anak pala ni Mr. Satir si Emma. Ang kanyang pinakamamahal na anak.</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">Lumayo siya sa bahay at habang tumatakbo..</span></b></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">“Anak.. anak.. anak ko.. Papp..patawarin mo ako sa aking nagawang kasalanan. Mahal Kita".</span></i></b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-15946085501112314572011-08-31T08:07:00.000+08:002011-08-31T08:07:01.561+08:00August, puno ng disgust<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZonzpwQnZ0UiaXmQ68wkJ0yP0D1SXifbiEjbKqAw-kyGFMnQ3yzEVdxuiHn7C-tWJrbjmrhbWQHQ4MASjYIE-HL8t6INmiPX8nuYRG24FrXJfslQnISaIxzloQMiAHVr9-Ep2maMUiIu/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZonzpwQnZ0UiaXmQ68wkJ0yP0D1SXifbiEjbKqAw-kyGFMnQ3yzEVdxuiHn7C-tWJrbjmrhbWQHQ4MASjYIE-HL8t6INmiPX8nuYRG24FrXJfslQnISaIxzloQMiAHVr9-Ep2maMUiIu/s1600/index.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Ngayon na pala ang huling araw ng Agosto. Parang kailan lang ay nasa bahay palang ako, nakahiga at nagpapahinga dulot ng aking malalang sakit.</span></b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Habang papalayo ako sa luma kong buhay ay papalit naman ang mga bagong pagsubok na aking kinakaharap. Gustuhin ko mang sumuko pero hindi pwede dahil may gusto akong patunayan sa mga tao. Ngayong Agosto, ang daming nangyari sa eskuwelahan at maging sa akin. May mga bagay na hindi ko nagustuhan, mga bagay na nagdulot sa akin ng sama ng loob at pagkukunwaring masaya. Nahahabag ako sa aking sarili dahil sa mga nangyaring iyon sa akin. Hindi man makita ng mga kaibigan at mga klasmeyt ko ang nangyayari sa aking buhay, ramdam nilang nahihirapan na ako pero sabi ko sa kanila, hindi ako dapat sumuko sa anu mang laban. Minsan pa nga gusto kong humikbi pero pinipilit kong kinikimkim sa puso't isipan ko para lang hindi nila mapansin na hindi ko na pala kinakaya ang aking sitwasyon. Akala nga ng ibang tao eh kaya kong mag-isa. Na kaya kong buhatin ang dalawa kong paa sa mapanghamong landas na aking tinatahak bilang isang studyante. Alam ko namang may Diyos na gumagabay sa akin na kahit anong mangyari'y hindi niya ako iiwanan. Tanggap ko naman ang aking kapalaran pero nandito pa rin sa aking puso ang pagkasambit na parang wala na akong silbi. Sana kunin na ng ating Maykapal ang aking dungan patungong sulad para mawakasan na ang mga gulo at mga pagsubok na ito sa aking buhay. Kaya ko pa kayang magpatuloy upang makamit ang aking mga minimithi? Kaya ko pa kayang makawala sa tanikalang naigapos sa aking mga kamay? Kaya ko pa kayang maglakad at magpatuloy sa mapusok na daanan?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Kaakibat na ng aking pagdurusa ang pagluha dahil sa bawat araw na dumarating sa aking buha'y nandon pa rin ang kirot sa aking puso pero ako'y lalaban sa anumang unos na aking haharapin.</span></b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-61782972198451025972011-08-24T07:58:00.001+08:002011-08-24T07:59:06.073+08:00Buwan ng Wika<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9Xh-bdTb76NwDuTfS1FEJeeGCgHXtivccEQbsPClFGxgd4nr_LB-Y8UIN_-Hkkn-5RDSq-9uNzPvRyVWMcYu5-v6stGq8_eKFtOgQ4ChbUCTJbuNz3sptg8y3-O6L5cmMLtHWIUdMObY/s1600/h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="71" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9Xh-bdTb76NwDuTfS1FEJeeGCgHXtivccEQbsPClFGxgd4nr_LB-Y8UIN_-Hkkn-5RDSq-9uNzPvRyVWMcYu5-v6stGq8_eKFtOgQ4ChbUCTJbuNz3sptg8y3-O6L5cmMLtHWIUdMObY/s320/h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Marami nang nangyari sa buhay ko kamakailan lamang. Gustuhin ko mang ibahagi sa inyo pero wala akong panahon para i update ang blog ko.</span></b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Noong Lunes, August 22, nagkaroon kami ng patimpalak ukol sa Buwan ng Wika. Kahit mahirap, ako ang naatasang magturo sa kanila sa Sabayang Pagbigkas na "Ako'y Wika". Namayani ang kaba at pangamba sa aking puso. Sa unang praktis namin, hindi masiyadong kaaya aya ang resulta kaya panay ang galit ko sa kanila. Noong nakaraang sabado, magtatalaga sana ako ng praktis pero hindi sila sumang ayon dahil pagod raw sila. Wala akong nagawa sa araw na iyon. Hanggang sa sumapit ang lunes, nakapraktis kami pero hindi namin natapos lahat ang piyesa. dumating ang martes hanggang biyernes; hindi pa namin natapos lahat ang piyesa. Wala kasi silang disiplina kaya nagalit na naman ako. Hindi nila inisip ang aking sitwasyon dahil akoy nagsasakripisyo para sa kanila. Kinabukasan, sabado na iyon at kami'y pumunta kung saan-saan para lang makapag praktis. Hanggang sa nakakita kami ng maayos na lugar pero wala pa ring kooperasyon. Ang boses nila, ang hihina parang wala silang ganang magpraktis. Nagalit at nainis na naman ako sa kanila. Ang choreography hindi ko pa natapos dahil rin sa kanila. Hapon na noong natapos kaming magpraktis pero itutuloy pa rin namin hanggan sa paglubog ng araw. Tinanong ko sa mga ka klasmeyt namin kung bakit ganoon sila at siya'y nagkuwento sa akin. Sabi niya, masungit raw ako masiyado at minsan pinepersonal ko raw ang pagiging pagkamasungit ko. Sabi ko, hindi naman ako ganun. Kung may nasabi man akong masama, sa kagagawan rin nila iyon at kapag wala nang praktis, nagiging normal na ang pakikitungo ko sa kanila. Dagdag pa niya. Almost of the group eh nagrereklamo na sa akin. Nagmeditate ako. Inisip ko ang mga sinabi at ginawa ko and I prayed. Kaya pala ganoon sila dahil may mga negative feedbacks na sila sa akin. Hindi ko na lang inisip ang mga iyon basta nagpatuloy na lamang kami sa pagpraktis at ayon, naging maganda ang usad. Nakita rin nila na maganda pala ang kanilang sabayang pagbigkas.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Sumapit ang August 22; iyon ang araw ng contest. Kaming lahat ay kabado dahil maraming kalahok. To cut the story, hindi kami nanalo. Maganda sana yung sa kanila pero kulang kami sa praktis. Kahit ganoon, ibinigay nila ang kanilang makakaya para maging maganda ang resulta.</b></div><br />
<b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Hanggang sa muli!!!</span></b></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-30716286428844374312011-07-12T07:23:00.000+08:002011-07-12T07:23:50.425+08:00Talangka Ka Ba?<div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Talangka Ka Ba?</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>ni <span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Emmanuel Mateo</span></b></div><br />
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</div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sa mapanghamong paglalakbay</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sa daang matarik ng buhay</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sa paa’y tinik na bumabaon,</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Pinipigilan ang aking pag-usbong.</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Ilang beses na akong inanod</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Tinatangay nang pilit ng ‘yong agos</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Ngunit susuungin ko ang iyong baha</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Lalabanan ko hanggang sa humupa.</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Haplos ng kadena’y ramdam ko</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Iginapos mo ako’t ibinilanggo.</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Subalit huwag kang mabahala’t mag-alala</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Tiyak sa akin, papanig ang paglaya.</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Hilain mo man ako pababa ng pababa</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Lakas-loob na lalabanan din kita</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Kahit isanla ko pa ang aking dungan,</span></b></div><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><b style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Upang manatili ka pa rin sa pusalian</span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-9688581438474418092011-07-05T07:35:00.001+08:002011-07-05T07:36:12.578+08:00Sa Eskuwelahan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vDIrEiF6x1nogX7c5neDHUlrpMgD7zT6xNAv8JwBOO6LkOUr5WlIbvsmcTcna0pA-RXQTDUOY5VhGLXIwBQrD3XxmpEBZgFo9DPEKu_mrlnqdbC2ZPtqaucFyujy7GGjyF6BtLBMdbmg/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vDIrEiF6x1nogX7c5neDHUlrpMgD7zT6xNAv8JwBOO6LkOUr5WlIbvsmcTcna0pA-RXQTDUOY5VhGLXIwBQrD3XxmpEBZgFo9DPEKu_mrlnqdbC2ZPtqaucFyujy7GGjyF6BtLBMdbmg/s200/l.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b style="color: #741b47;"> Sadyang kay buti ng mga guro ko sa eskuwelahan. Ang mga klase ko sa second floor ay naibaba na rin sa first floor pero sa hapon, aakyat ako sa computer lab. dahil andoon sa second floor iyon.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Ayaw ko mang aminin sa mga guro't klasmeyts ko na nahihirapan na ako, ramdam nila ang bawat pagbuntong-hininga ko subalit pinapalakas nila ang loob ko at sabing isang hakbang nalang at magiging isang guro na ako. Gusto ko nang sumuko talaga dahil ang hirap lumakad pero gusto kong makapagtapos at patunayan sa mga tao na kaya kong mag-aral kahit ganito ako. Kapag hapon nga'y mag-isa akong kumakain ng aking tanghalian dahil lahat sila'y kumakain sa labas. Wala akong ginawang iba kundi kausapin ang sarili ko subalit minsan, may mga punto na ako'y napapaluha na lamang sa mga nangyayari. Kaakibat na siguro ng aking pagiging ganito ang pagtulo ng aking mga luha. Pero sadyang makapangyarihan ang dasal. Hiniling ko sa Diyos na sana may isa o dalawa akong kasama na kumain sa tanghalian dahil kaoag nag iisa ako'y naiisip ko lahat ng mga masasaklap na nangyari sa aking buhay. At sa paghiling kong iyon, nagkatotoo na may dalawa akong klasmeyts na nagbabaon pala at ngayo'y apat na kami kaya masaya ako kahit papaano. Naiibsan ang aking lungkot at lumbay. Minsan nga kinamumuhian ko ang sarili ko. Kahit pumunta pa ako sa mga malalayong lugar, hindi ko pa rin maitakwil ang tanda ng nakaraan. Kumukuyos lalo ang aking damdamin. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #741b47;"> Sana isama niyo ako sa inyong mga dasal na sana'y makayanan kong lakarin ang mga tinik sa daanan upang ako'y magtagumpay. Dahil isinasama ko na po kayo sa aking mga dasal. Maraming salamat sa patuloy niyong pagkokomento rito. Mahal ko kayo! </b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-17320664811419436512011-07-01T12:46:00.000+08:002011-07-01T12:46:06.730+08:00Retirement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Hello po sa lahay! pasensiya na kayo kung ngayon lang ako naka update sa blog ko.Miss ko kayong lahat!</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Ngayong hapon ang retirement day ng isa sa aming mga guro sa MMSU College of Teacher Education. Siya ay isang magaling na guro sa musika at magaling ding mang aawit.Sa okasyong ito, siyempre walang klase lalo't ngayon ay Biyernes at nakapapanabik umuwi sa bahay at mag compyuter at naipapahinga ko rin ang aking paa dahil masakit na. Gusto rin sana naming dumalo subalit sa mga guro lang ang okasyong iyon. Sabi nga namin may mawawala na namang isang magaling na guro dito sa ating Unibersidad. Pero okey lang din daw dahil marami pa namang magagaling na mga instructors sa paaralan namin. Ganito pala ang maging isang teacher. Kahit mahirap at maraming ginagawa, masarap din naman dahil maraming nagmamahal sa iyo at ito ay isang patunay na ang mga guro ay rinerespeto at ginagalang kaya nga saludo ako sa mga guro eh at isang taon na lang at magiging isa na akong ganap na guro. Kahit sabi nila na mahirap lang ang isang teacher oo mahirap sa mga materyal na bagay pero mayaman sila sa respeto at paggalang. Yun naman dapat ang kailangan ng isang tao diba kaya saludo ako kay teacher! kahit na may pagka pilya, nananalaytay pa rin sa kanyang mga ugat ang pagiging mapagkumbaba at mapagmahal lalo na sa kanyang mga estudyante. Kapag mahal mo kasi ang mga estudyante mo hindi ka nila makakalimutan. Noong nakaraang Teachers Day nga eh ang daming dumalo. Ang daming roses na ibinigay sa kanila dahil sa kabaitang ipinamamalas ng mga guro sa kanila.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Kaya proud akong maging isang guro hindi dahil sa aking propesyon at hangarin na maging guro kundi ang hangarin kong maibahagi ang aking nalalaman at kaalaman para sa ikabubuti ng aking mga estudyante pagtadating ng panahon. Saludo ako sa iyo Professor Felipe!!</span></b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-90213761437872693642011-06-19T15:01:00.000+08:002011-06-19T15:01:00.352+08:00Father's Day?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b> <span style="color: #741b47;"> Father's Day pala ngayon. Nalaman ko lang nang nagtext ang isa kong kaibigan na nagpasa ng father's day quote. Hindi ko ito ipinagdiriwang o pinapahalagahan dahil wala akong ama.</span></b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Kay sayang masilayan ang mga taong dumaraan sa tapat ng aming bahay. Masay sila kahit pa mahirap ang buhay nila. Lubos akong nalulungkot at nangungulila. Gusto ko ring maranasan kung paano magmahal ang isang ama sa kanyang anak. Hindi ba niya ako inisip kahit minsan lang? hindi ba niya napagtanto na kailangan ko rin ang kalinga? Gusto ko siyang hanapin subalit mahina pa ang aking bagwis upang isagawa ko ang landas na iyon. Noong nabubuhay pa ang aking lolo, sa kanya ko ibinabaling ang pangungulila ng isang ama. Sa mga paghaplos niyang iyon noo'y waring nagpapahiwatig na ang pagmamahal ng isang ama ay parang ilaw na binibigyang ningning ang bawat sandali ng iyong buhay. Sa ngayon, sanay na akong walang ama. Hindi ko siya kailangan. Hindi ko man siya kinamumuhian, hindi ko pa rin matanggal sa isip ko ang pag-uyam sa kanya, ang pagiging iresponsable niyang ama.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Happy Father's Day na lang sa inyong ama, tatay, daddy, papa, fudraka t kung ano pa ang itinatawag ninyo sa kanya. Mahalin niyo siya gaya ng pagmamahal ninyo sa inyong ina. Kahit magkamali siya, huwag ninyong kakalimutan na siya ang inyong haligi sa tahanan dahil kapag walang ama sa isang tahanan, para bang walang ikapitong langit na ating tinatamasa.</span></b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-75748410789906713952011-06-13T09:44:00.001+08:002011-06-13T09:46:51.039+08:00First Semester Na..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdd5Vd0nEVX9guSm-zPHuGXeMf37XOVuuoAV1Km2YrUILcd8T5Vm1JsqUZnnkoXIdIigrSR3i3HBS7-3vvWkEqyxLk9mMNjAUiR7vpeEFt8nZ1u9dCY9J-Bf59KHgBrvvMRRNsiIYtxuv/s1600/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdd5Vd0nEVX9guSm-zPHuGXeMf37XOVuuoAV1Km2YrUILcd8T5Vm1JsqUZnnkoXIdIigrSR3i3HBS7-3vvWkEqyxLk9mMNjAUiR7vpeEFt8nZ1u9dCY9J-Bf59KHgBrvvMRRNsiIYtxuv/s1600/g.jpg" /></a></div><b> <span style="color: #741b47;">Ngayon ang ika-dalawang linggo ng aming first semester. Ngayon pa lamang, suko na ako hindi dahil sa nahihirapan ako sa mga suheto kundi ang pag-akyat baba ko sa </span></b><br />
<div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b>bawat kuwarto na aming pupuntahan.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Gustuhin ko mang makipagpalit ng silid hindi ko ito magawa dahil hindi ko makausap ang aming punong registrar dahil marami ang kanyang ginagawa at marami pa ang mga conflicting rooms. Nagdesisyon na lang akong akuhin ang pagsubok. Hindi man bakas sa aking mukha ang pag-aalinlangan na baka ako'y madulas, ramdam ko naman sa sarili ko ang takot at pangamba na baka may mangyaring hindi maganda sa akin. Sa Lunes, Miyerkules at Biyernes kase, ang hirap ng schedule. Una, aakyat ako sa room 202 pagkatapos 205 at bababa na naman sa room 101 at sa hapon, aakyat na naman sa Math room tsaka aakyat na naman sa Computer room. Napakahirap talaga ang ganitong sitwasyon. Hindi pa ako nakauwi'y pagod na pagod na ako at kailangan ko nang magpahinga sa bahay. At sa Martes at Huwebes naman, sa second floor na naman kami magka-klase pero okey na rin dahil once lang akong aakyat. Kung hindi lang sana importante na mag-aral pa, matagal na akong sumuko pero ayuko eh, ako ang inaasahan ng aking pamilya. Gusto ko silang iahon kahit paano. Kahit nahihirapan na ako sa eskuwelahan, iniisip ko ang aking pamilya dahil doon ako humuhugot ng lakas ng loob para harapin ang mga nakatambak na pagsubok para sa akin. Nahihiya ako sa mga kapwa ko mag-aaral lalo na ngayon at marami kami. Kapag dumadaan ako, ramdam ko na tinitignan nila ako na para bang gustong tanungin kong napano ako. Hindi ko na lamang sila pinapansin bagkus tinutuloy ko na lamang ang aking paglakad dahil sabi sa bibliya, "walk by faith, not by sight".</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Alam ko na marami pang pagsubok ang dadaan pa sa buhay ko bilang isang mag-aaral pero hindi ako susuko kahit ano mang mangyari dahil alam ko na may Diyos na gumagabay sa akin at kayo. Kayo na kakasama ko sa aking paglalakbay.</span></b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com13Philippines16.846605342675282 120.937499624999998.9935553426752826 115.12574962499998 24.699655342675282 126.74924962499999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-69773516661380874672011-06-09T07:45:00.000+08:002011-06-09T07:45:16.639+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: right;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1Qut0Nrsiw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1Qut0Nrsiw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object> </div><div style="text-align: right;">Watch out this winner in China's Got Talent, Liu Wei because of his captivating performance in their finals. I was so inspired because even he has no arms, he proved to the people that he can do it. He is 23 years old from China. He lost his arms in an electrocution accident but this was not the hindrance to continue his dreams in life. He play the piano with both arms and it made me feel amazed. Lets watch out for his heart-whelming performance on stage.</div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-47194833950208945442011-05-30T09:26:00.000+08:002011-05-30T09:26:02.188+08:00Like a Ball Being Dribbled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcqHbN-_bZrNqALoOzshB-inb6uB9xxhLQBnQ4flvF7sy5G256-7t_Go2mi-jC4hMVsNTo4QgowHIcZOVth9aCDlDzuveURVF3a71IwA1MhHKmePG1FsH5Sy-svCcIOLrvF4gX3x6D9xv/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcqHbN-_bZrNqALoOzshB-inb6uB9xxhLQBnQ4flvF7sy5G256-7t_Go2mi-jC4hMVsNTo4QgowHIcZOVth9aCDlDzuveURVF3a71IwA1MhHKmePG1FsH5Sy-svCcIOLrvF4gX3x6D9xv/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> They say that the greatest pleasure is our life and the greatest pain is death but for me, the greatest happiness is my life and the greatest pain is to become an amputee, and to become a physically challenged.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> I did not perceived that my life would be like this. Although I already accepted it, it doesn't mean that I already forgotten everything but I reminisce them every moment of my life. It's so hard for me to limit everything that I do. Jamming with friends, go out with my family and have a bonding. I used to stay at home rather than to go out with them. Other people say that they want to avoid pain and suffering. A pain that could give their heart an intense pity and suffering that could make them hopeless and oppressed. But for me, I enjoy every pain and suffering and I accept them with tranquility in my mind. I used to become a stoic person, those that enjoy pain and suffering with fortitude. All of what is happening to me are like test papers that must be passed and if you are not going to pass it, you will be failed. My life is like a ball being dribbled, sometimes it goes up and sometimes it goes down but the more it goes down, the higher will I bounce. As a student, its so hard to continue my studies especially now that I am already an amputee but this is not the hindrance for me to continue and finish the battle of life because by this struggles, we are making ourselves strong and be motivated enough and I can claim in Romans 8:28 " I and all we know that all things work together for good to them that love God". I know He is with me all the time because Emmanuel is (God is with us). Now, I always ready myself because new semester will come again and it will be expected that more people would come to our school to study there. I am afraid that if they will see me, I will get to become shy to face them but who are they to belittle me? who are they to judge me?. I just bear in mind that I am more superior than them and I consider myself a winner because I already surpassed the greatest pain in my life.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> In my life, I am sad but still happy, discouraged yet happy, in exile and yet happy and hopeless yet still happy because man is created to contemplate the sun. I don't care what people say as long as I'm strong, I will not lose hope</span></b>.</div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-21044471962021431672011-05-26T09:28:00.000+08:002011-05-26T09:28:22.277+08:00Sa Kanyang Pag-iisa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6lIPpyueaGdU4X7ZZ8SLHPhKi2M7a_L2BC4tTBcnKMJiEsw4N0Hwfq4f7zwzsMyhG_JG5kNoJZal0TblF7yGhLMGV0JNuCu1wj55jTEisAdU5E7BAYfisOF_pZRLsNkpJ5Vr3qJWYXJP/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6lIPpyueaGdU4X7ZZ8SLHPhKi2M7a_L2BC4tTBcnKMJiEsw4N0Hwfq4f7zwzsMyhG_JG5kNoJZal0TblF7yGhLMGV0JNuCu1wj55jTEisAdU5E7BAYfisOF_pZRLsNkpJ5Vr3qJWYXJP/s1600/3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b style="color: #741b47;">Sa pagbangon ni anty, hindi siya mapakali. Hindi makakain. Bumulagta sa kanyang harapan ang balitang humayo raw ang asawa niya dito sa Ilocos. Naghintay siya nang naghintay hanggang sa nauwi sa wala ang kanyang pagtitiyagang paghihintay.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Nagta-trabaho sa Saudi Arabia ang kabiyak ni anty. Kada tatlong taon ang bakasyon niya. Taong 2006 siya huling umuwi sa bahay kaya sa pag-uwi niyang iyon, nadagdagan ng isa ang kanilang supling kaya tatlo na sila ngayon. Bakas ang kagalakan at kasiyahan ni anty sa kanyang asawa. Nararamdaman ko na mahal niya ang kabiyak nito. Sa taon ding iyon, nagpunta sila sa Cavite dahil doon nagmula si Uncle Bhart. Doon nakita ni anty ang pamilya at kamag-anak ng asawa. Nagkakilala sila ng husto at naging memorableng pagsasalo ang naganap. Makalipas ang limang buwan na pagbabakasyon, bumalik ulit sa Saudi ang kanyang asawa. Ayaw man niyang paalisin ang asawa subalit kailangan niyang magtrabaho para rin sa kinabukasan ng mga anak. Makalipas ang tatlong araw, bumalik na siya sa abroad at noo'y nagdadalan tao si anty sa kanilang bunsong anak. Naisilang ang anak sa buwan ng Pebrero sa taon ding iton at ngayon malaki na siya at mag-aaral na bilang kinder sa darating na pasukan. Chat at tawag lamang ang komunikasyon nilang mag asawa. Hirap mang makisabay sa oras nila dahil kapag umaga natin dito, gabi naman nila doon kaya minsan nagpupuyat si anty sa pakikipagchat sa kanya at halos kulang ang tulog niya. Sa isang text ni Uncle Bhart, nabanggit niya na may problema raw at sasabihin niya ito sa tamang panahon. Sa nabanggit niyang iyon, hindi tumigil sa katatanong si anty. Ngayong 2011, umuwi raw sa Pilipinas ang asawa subalit hindi alam ni anty na umiwu na pala siya ni hindi raw siya tumawag o nag text man lang. Noong May 5, tumawag ang kamag-anak ni Uncle at sinabing umuwi na raw siya at tinanong kung andito na sa Ilocos pero nagtaka si anty at sinabing wala siya rito sa bahay. Sabi pa nga niya, pupunta siya saglit sa sementeryo para dalawin ang namayapang ama at pagkatapos ay didiretso na siya rito sa bahay pero hanggang ngayon, wala pa. hanggang sa may nagtext na isang babae. Pinagbabawalan siyang tumawag o magtext man lang at sabi pa niya, siya ang asawa ni uncle. Siyempre umiyak si anty. Tinignan namin ang facebook account ng babae at ayon, totoo nga. May isa pa silang anak at malaki na siya. May larawan pang may ipinapatayo silang bahay doon sa Dumaguete. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #741b47;"> Naawa kami sa sinapit ni anty. Kawawa ang mga batang naiwan. Inakala ni anty na wala siyang asawa pero mayroon pala. Ipinagkaloob lahat ni anty ang kanyang tiwala sa asawa pero siya ang sumira sa pagtitiwalang iyon. Alam ko na Diyos na lamang ang bahala sa kaniya dahil habang may taong nagdurusa, alam kong hindi rin sila masaya ngayon. Sana mapagtanto man lang niya na kailangan siya ng kanilang mga anak dahil maliliit pa sila. </b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-51741916047455089512011-05-23T09:02:00.001+08:002011-05-23T10:18:19.564+08:00Magkaibigang Nagkalayo ang Puso<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO470pwIhyphenhyphen41e9NIlSwZyS9ox0Y1K4H9OL2xN7x7xun-VXHBLkTotPX7gHOoAnVVabjrRAp7vTYybkTJBr-UjBLdx39n0jO52O0B-rEIOyP0syc4nneMxGqbvtyqqUxg6XeDIyhsIAy1tV/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO470pwIhyphenhyphen41e9NIlSwZyS9ox0Y1K4H9OL2xN7x7xun-VXHBLkTotPX7gHOoAnVVabjrRAp7vTYybkTJBr-UjBLdx39n0jO52O0B-rEIOyP0syc4nneMxGqbvtyqqUxg6XeDIyhsIAy1tV/s200/b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Hindi ko inaasahang ganito katagal ang hindi namin pagkakaunawaan ng kaibigan ko dahil lamang sa maliit na bagay na aking pagkakasala. Nagtampo siya at humantong sa hindi pag-iimikan at pagpapansinan.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Ito'y nangyari pa kamakailan lamang sa buwan ng Pebrero. Hindi ko lubos mawari kong bakit ngayon pa nangyari ito at hanggang ngayon, wala pa ring pagbabago. Siya ay si Dhemie, Bente anyos na siya subalit parang isip-bata kapag nagtampo. Binata na nga siya pero hindi pa yata niya nalinang ang pagkamaawain at pagtanggap sa pagkakamali. Sa buwang iyon, hindi pa ako pumapasok sa eskuwelahan at sa bahay lamang ako gamit ang computer araw-araw. Nagkataon namang hindi na siya pumapasok noon dahil kapos ang kaniyang pamilya. Kapag pumupunta siya sa bahay, pumapayag naman akong gamitin niya ang computer at sa pagpayag ko namang iyon, nagiging madalas na ang pagpunta niya sa bahay kahit na facebook at youtube lang ang alam niyang gawin, pinapabayaan ko na lamang siya. Nagpapasalamat rin ako sa kanya dahil siya ang kakasama ko kapag wala akong kasama sa bahay lalo na noong ikinasal ang pinsan ko, talagang hindi siya umalis hanggat hindi pa sila dumarating sa bahay. Kapag wala naman akong magawa o nagkataong walang kuryente, ako naman ang pumupunta sa bahay nila upang makisalamuha naman. Hanggang sa isang araw, nagtext siya sa akin na magko-computer daw siya at magbabayad pa. Nagkataon namang wala akong load noon kaya pinabayaan ko na lamang siya at sabi ko sa sarili ko na pupunta na lamang siya dito kahit wala akong pantext sa kanya. Wala akong nahintay, talagang hindi siya pumunta at sa tanghali naman, nagtungo ako sa bahay nila. Hinanap ko siya at nandoon pala, nagtatago, ayaw akong kausapin. Kaumagahan, pumunta ulit ako sa bahay nila at ganoon pa rin ang nangyari, walang pagbabago, hindi niya ako kinausap o pinansin man lang. Hanggang ngayon, kahit na nagkikita kami, hindi niya ako pinapansin. Wala naman akong galit sa kanya at siya naman ang nagsimula nito. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #741b47;"> Ang alam ko, ang unang umaway ay siya ring unang makikipagbati pero hindi, ako pang inaway ako pang nakikipagbati. Ang masaklap pa, may utang pa siya sa akin at ayaw atang bayaran nito. Hindi ko na alam kong ano ang aking gagawin. Gusto ko siyang pagbuhatan ng kamay subalit hindi ko magawa. Mababaw yata ang puwet niya kaya ganoon na lamang siya katinding umaway o magtampo sa akin. Cold war na to!!hehehe</b></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-42678122787051056112011-05-17T16:13:00.000+08:002011-05-17T16:13:27.666+08:00Paalam Na<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOOo4390jzsW7CtdeMzJG1_rd5THzwkDZvg4WbMF_MAJc6MlEkPuvls197YfuG3j8wFAKpF-lPfXmZePE3PtbpHPnKNN3QPqpIiabPYqqEx2VpTCw5o-ejGTDdBXBHZg1x6m_N_RYUi3T/s1600/bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOOo4390jzsW7CtdeMzJG1_rd5THzwkDZvg4WbMF_MAJc6MlEkPuvls197YfuG3j8wFAKpF-lPfXmZePE3PtbpHPnKNN3QPqpIiabPYqqEx2VpTCw5o-ejGTDdBXBHZg1x6m_N_RYUi3T/s1600/bye.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Patapos na pala ang summer class namin. Isang Linggo na lang at hind ko na makakapiling ang mga classmates ko lalo na ang mga kaibigan ko. Ayaw ko man silang umalis, wala akong magawa dahil natapos na nila ang isang taon (third year) at ako'y magsisimula pa lamang.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Sa dalawang taon na pagsasama-sama namin, nakilatis na namin ang ugali ng isa't isa. May mga nabuong grupo at samahan pero buklod-buklod pa rin kami at tulong-tulong upang makapasa sa lahat ng bagay maski pagsubok man. Sa darating na pasukan, iba na ang mga taong aking makakasalamuha araw-araw. Siyempre kailangan kong mag adjust at i adopt ang sarili ko sa kanila. Subalit nangangamba ako na baka kamuhian lang ako at pagtawanan at nangangamba rin ako na wala akong magiging kaibigan o kasama araw-araw. Parang gusto ko munang itigil sana ang oras para sa ganoon ay makakasama ko pa sila nang matagal at pahalagahan ang bawat sandali na magkakasama kami. Sabi nga ng isa kong kaibigan, magkikita pa rin naman kami sa skul pero iba pa rin ang pakiramdam kapag klasmeyts ko pa rin sila dahil sobra ang aking kasiyahan kapag nakikita at nakakasama ko sila dahil ang katangian na nagustuhan ko sa kanila ay tulong-tulong kaming lahat ng mga pagsubok na ibinibigay ng guro namin. Marami nga kaming kalokohan na ginagawa. Una, we try to imitate our teachers in the way they walk and teach. Ang sama nga namin noon eh. Pangalawa, kapag nakita ng guro na nangongopya ang isa, to the rescue agad ang iba at sasabihing hindi siya nangongopya. Talagang kampi-kampihan ang ugali namin noon, all for one one for all ika nga. At pangatlo, yung matandang Professor namin noon, habang nagtetest kami, at kapag nahihirapan na kami, sasabihin namin sa teacher " Maam, pinapatawag ka po ni Dean, punta raw kayo sa Dean's Office". Agad agad naman na pumunta ang guro at bahala na kaming magpaliwanag pagbalik niya sa clasroom. Ngayon, hindi na namin magawa ang mga ito dahil nag mature na kami ng todo pero ilan pala sa mga kalokohan namin ay nagagawa pa hanggang ngayon. Sa katunayan nga habang nagka-klase kami ngayong summer, inoobserbahan namin ang mga mukhang walang magawa sa buhay lalo yung mga bored. Kahit nga discussion namin may mga natutulog gaya ko hehe lalo kasi sa hapon, ang hirap pumasok sa utak ang mga lectures. at hirap na hirap kaming buksan ang aming mga mata dahil sa masarap na simoy ng hangin at parang inaanyayahan kaming matulog muna at magpahinga.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #741b47;"> Hindi ko ito makakalimutan at mananatili sa ala-ala ko ang mga ginwa naming ito. Sana hindi ako makalimutan ng mga klasmeyts ko dahil parte na rin sila ng buhay ko. Itinuring ko na sila na parang mga kapatid ko. </b></div><br />
</div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-90818987573302810912011-05-12T09:08:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:31:09.693+08:00Angelica’s Experience with Hell and Heaven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteFCg74aMTXGT8V4l1U02_o4EFOTP9UzjuykXSMV_OWQ8-Vhi1CowqFDvf3HHUNzYvx1rUeDciNGGNA-Ey6yFIoFoyqLnVA_pVxeavUuIrB1ohGt0R5f2AsV7RKNfGdaZyyZC0zG1RTGQ/s1600/q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteFCg74aMTXGT8V4l1U02_o4EFOTP9UzjuykXSMV_OWQ8-Vhi1CowqFDvf3HHUNzYvx1rUeDciNGGNA-Ey6yFIoFoyqLnVA_pVxeavUuIrB1ohGt0R5f2AsV7RKNfGdaZyyZC0zG1RTGQ/s1600/q.jpg" /></a></div><span lang="EN" style="color: #ffc6ff; font-family: 'serif'; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: black;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b> <span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">A young teenage girl dies for 24 hours, led by Jesus, visits hell and heaven, and then returns to life to tell what she saw.</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #741b47;">This story was sent to me. It is long but worth reading. </span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #741b47;"></span></span></b></span> </div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> For a period of 23 hours, a young Ecuadorian girl named Angelica was shown the Kingdoms of Heaven and Hell, and the Return of Christ. She witnessed Jesus weeping as He overlooked multitudes of souls lost forever, a world that has rejected Him, a Church that is mostly unprepared for Him, a people that have stopped witnessing to the lost, and an entertainment industry that even lures children to Satan. She witnessed many of our esteemed cultural icons suffering in the Pit; singers, entertainers, and even a pope. Angelica was also shown how the Kingdom of Heaven is all wonderfully prepared and ready, an unimaginable glorious place, where no evil exists. Though Jesus is ONLY coming back for a Holy People, and many of God’s children will NOT be ready on that day, and will be left behind in a world that will fall apart. May I cut the story short:</b></span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Death</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">My Mom and another church sister, Fátima Navarrete, anointed me with oil. But as they were anointing me, I felt something covering me, like a glass that was surrounding me. It’s hard to explain, I felt covered with something like armor, and I couldn’t explain how I was covered. After that, when they tried to touch me, they no longer could.</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Maxima(Mother)</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> As we were praying over Angelica, I was trying to lay my hands on her, but I couldn’t touch her! She had some type of covering around her. It was strange, nobody could touch her! This covering started at the top of her head to her feet, about 30cm (12 inches). That was what shocked me the most. I’ve lay my hands on people before, in service to the Lord, but something like this had never happened before! I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Oh, something must be happening</span><span lang="EN">,” and I started to pray and to give thanks to the Lord. Suddenly, I felt great joy. The sorrow in my heart was gone, the pain was gone, and I now felt joyful and happy! We continued praying and about at 4:00 PM, my daughter fell to the floor.</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> During prayer, I felt shortness of breath; I couldn’t breathe. I felt a pain in my abdomen and in my heart. I felt my blood going dormant, and tremendous pain all over my body. All I could say was, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, give me strength, give me strength!</span><span lang="EN">” because I felt I couldn’t go on. I had no strength, it was leaving me! When I looked up to heaven, in the spiritual realm, not with my physical eyes, I saw heaven opening up. I saw angels, not two nor ten, but millions of them gathering together. In the midst of the millions of angels, I saw a Light, 10,000 times brighter than the sun. And I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord that is You who is coming!</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Maxima:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image012.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN"> When she fell down, we tried to stand her up, but she was unable to stand on her own. At this time, we were able to touch her. She was saying, “</span><span lang="EN">Pray. I don’t have strength, Mommy, I don’t have strength and I feel pain.</span><span lang="EN">” First, she felt pain in her heart, and then it went down near her </span><span lang="EN">abdomen</span><span lang="EN">. We kept on praying and pleading with the Lord. The Lord took her life!</span><span lang="EN"> Never before in my life had I seen anybody die. I had to see my daughter, as she was agonizing! It was not easy at all! I couldn’t understand her last few words, and at the end she stopped. I placed my hand on her face, and a mirror to her mouth, to see if she was breathing. She had no breath, she just stood still. I held her, she was still warm, as normal. I took a sheet and covered her up, and in a short while she started to get cold, very cold. Her hair was set back, like the hair of a dead person, and she turned icy cold.</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> Jesus was coming down, and I felt my body dying. As Jesus and the Angels got closer, I felt I was leaving, that I was no longer me. I was no longer alive, I was dying, and it was agonizing! When my body fell to the floor, they were already here. My house was full of angels, and in the midst of the angels I saw a Light, stronger than the sun! It was very difficult; I felt tremendous pain, as my soul and spirit were being torn away. </span><span lang="EN">I was crying and screaming, as I saw my body on the floor. I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, what is happening? What is happening?</span><span lang="EN">“ I wanted to touch my body and get inside it again, but when I tried, it was like to grabbing air: I couldn’t touch it. My hand went straight through it. None of those who were praying there could hear me! And I shouted, “Lord, help me!”</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Maxima:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> My husband arrived while we were praying, and he saw her there. The Lord gave me strength at that moment because I didn’t know what to do. It was like she was in a coma, but I knew she was OK, because it was the Lord’s work. So I said “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, let Your will be done.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord Jesus Christ</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> At that moment I hear the Lord’s voice, a beautiful voice with thunder and love, “</span><span lang="EN">Fear not, Daughter, for I am Jehovah, Your God, and I have come here to show you what I have promised you. Arise, for I am Jehovah, who holds you by your right hand and tells you, Fear not, I will help you.</span><span lang="EN">” Suddenly, I arose. I had been kneeling down, looking at my body, wanting to get back in but not being able to. When I heard His voice, fear had left me, and I was no longer scared. </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">As I started walking, the angels began to open a path. There was a strong light shining, and as I gazed at it, I felt peace. As I looked, I saw a beautiful, tall, elegant, muscular man. Light was projecting from Him. There was too much light for me to see His face! But I could see His beautiful hair of brilliant gold and a white garment with a wide golden girdle that crossed His chest. It read, “KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">I looked at His feet, He was wearing shiny golden sandals, of brilliant gold. He was so beautiful! He extended His hand to me. When I took His hand, it wasn’t like when I touched my body, my hand did not go through it. I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">What is happening?</span><span lang="EN">” And He said, “</span><span lang="EN">I am going to show you hell, so that you return and tell humanity that hell is real; that hell exists. And also, My glory will I show you, for you to tell My people to be prepared, for My glory is real and I am real.</span><span lang="EN">” He said, </span><span lang="EN">“Daughter, do not fear</span><span lang="EN">“- He said it again and I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, it’s just that I want to go to heaven, but not hell, because I’ve heard that it’s horrible!”</span><span lang="EN"> He said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I will be with you. I will not leave you in that place and I am going to show you that place because there are many who know that hell exists, but they have no fear. They believe it’s a game, that hell is a joke, and many don’t know about it. That is why I am going to show you that place, because there are more that perish than those that are entering My glory.</span><span lang="EN">“ When He said that, I could see tears streaming down to His garments. I asked Him, </span><span lang="EN">“Lord, why are you crying?</span><span lang="EN">” He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, because there are more that perish, and I will show you this, so that you will go and tell the truth and so that you will not return to that place.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Hell</span></i><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image0131.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> Suddenly, as He was speaking, everything started to move. The Earth shook and split open, and I saw a very dark hole below. </span><span lang="EN">We were standing on a sort of rock with angels surrounding us. I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, I don’t want to go to that place!</span><span lang="EN">” He said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, do not fear for I am with you</span><span lang="EN">.” In a split second we descended into the dark hole. I tried to see but there was a terrible darkness. I did see a huge circle, and hear millions of voices. </span><span lang="EN">I was so hot, I felt my skin burning. I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, what is this? I don’t want to go to this place!</span><span lang="EN">” The Lord said that this was just the tunnel to hell. There was a horrible, repulsive and nauseating smell, and I begged Jesus not to take me. He responded, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, it is necessary for you to come and know this place.</span><span lang="EN">” I cried, “</span><span lang="EN">But why, Lord, why?</span><span lang="EN">” And He said, ‘</span><span lang="EN">so that you can tell the truth to humanity; humanity perishes, it’s lost and few are entering My Kingdom.</span><span lang="EN">” In saying this, He would weep. His words strengthened and encouraged me, so I continued walking.</span><span lang="EN">We arrived at the end of a tunnel, when I looked down I saw an abyss covered in flames. The Lord said “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I give this to you.</span><span lang="EN">” It was a large binder with blank sheets of paper. “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, take this pencil so that you can write all that I will show you, what you will see and hear. You will write everything as you are observing it, as you will live it.</span><span lang="EN">“ I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, I will do it, but I am already seeing so much, Lord. I am seeing souls being tormented, and immense flames.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Maxima</span><span lang="EN">:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image014.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN"> Time was going by, and my daughter was still lying there. “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, what is happening?</span><span lang="EN">” Tears were coming out of her eyes, but when I wiped them away, they would just come again. I placed a mirror to her mouth to see if she was breathing, there was nothing. We checked her pulse, nothing. We placed a hand on her stomach, nothing. The servant of the Lord said, “</span><span lang="EN">The place where she is, is not a place of smiles but a place of torment.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> I told Jesus, “</span><span lang="EN">I will testify that hell is real, that hell exists, but take me out of here now!</span><span lang="EN">” And He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, we haven’t even entered that place, and I have shown you nothing yet, and already you want Me to take you out of this place?</span><span lang="EN">” “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, please take me out of here,</span><span lang="EN">” I said. Then we started to descend into the abyss! I started to cry and scream, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, no, no, no, no- I don’t want to go!</span><span lang="EN">” and He would reply, “</span><span lang="EN">You need to see this</span><span lang="EN">.” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">I saw horrible demons, of all types, both large and small. They were running so fast, and carrying something in their hands. “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, why are they running like that and what are they carrying?</span><span lang="EN">” He answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, they run that way because they know their time is running out, because time is so short to destroy humanity and especially My people. That which they carry in their hands are darts to destroy humanity, because each demon is given a name and according to the name that is given to them, they have a dart to destroy that person and bring them to this place; their goal is to destroy that person and bring them to hell.</span><span lang="EN">” And I would see the demons running and exiting toward Earth and He told me. “</span><span lang="EN">They are going to Earth to bring and throw humanity into this place.</span><span lang="EN">” As He said this He would weep, He would weep so very much. He was weeping all the time and I would cry too.</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Maxima:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> My Daughter was dead for 23 hours, but I did not notify the authorities. I prayed, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, I will wait for 24 hours. If my daughter is not back in 24 hours, I will call a doctor.</span><span lang="EN">“ But, the Lord brought her back before 24 hours were up.</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord said to me, “</span><span lang="EN">Are you ready to see what I am going to show you?</span><span lang="EN">“ “</span><span lang="EN">Yes, Lord</span><span lang="EN">,” I said. He took me to a cell where I could see a young man being tormented among the flames. I noticed that the cell was enumerated, though I couldn’t understand the numbers, they seemed to be backward. There was a huge plaque in that cell, and the young man had the number “666″ on his forehead. He also had a big metallic plate that was encrusted into his skin. The worms that were eating him, were unable to damage that plate; neither did the flames burn it. He screamed, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, have mercy on me. Take me out of this place. Forgive me, Lord!</span><span lang="EN">“ But Jesus would respond, “</span><span lang="EN">It’s late, too late: I gave you opportunities and you would not repent.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">I asked Jesus, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, why is he here?</span><span lang="EN">” Then I recognized him. On Earth, this young man knew the Word of God, but abruptly he walked away from the Lord, preferring alcohol, drugs and walking on the wrong path. He did not want to follow the way of the Lord. Jesus warned him many times on what could happen to him. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, he is in this place because anyone who rejects My word already has a judge: The Word that I have spoken will judge him in that last day,</span><span lang="EN">” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/john/12-48.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">John 12:48</a></span><span lang="EN">) and then Jesus wept. </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image016.gif" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN">When the Lord weeps, it’s different than we do. He would weep with this pain in His heart and He would sob profoundly. “</span><span lang="EN">I did not create hell for humanity,</span><span lang="EN">” Jesus said. So I asked Him, “</span><span lang="EN">Then why is humanity here, Lord?</span><span lang="EN">” He answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I created hell for satan and his angels, who are the demons; </span><span lang="EN">(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/25-41.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Matt. 25:41</a></span><span lang="EN">)</span><span lang="EN"> but, because of sin and the lack of repentance, humanity ends here, and there are more that perish than those who reach My glory!</span><span lang="EN">” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/7-14.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Matt 7:14)</a></span><span lang="EN"> He continued weeping and it would hurt me so much to see how He cried. “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I gave My life for humanity, so that it would not perish, so that it would not end up in this place. I gave My life out of love and mercy, so that humanity would proceed to repentance and could enter the Kingdom of Heaven.</span><span lang="EN">“ Jesus would moan as someone who could no longer withstand the pain, that’s how much pain He felt watching the people here.</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image017.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN">Being with Jesus, made me feel safe. I thought, “</span><span lang="EN">If I let go of the Lord, I’ll be stuck here!</span><span lang="EN">“ I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Jesus, do I have relatives in this place.</span><span lang="EN">” He looked at me as I was crying and He said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I am with you,</span><span lang="EN">” because I was so scared. He took me to another cell. I never could have imagined seeing a relative of mine in that cell. I saw this woman being tormented, she had worms that would eat her face off, and demons would plunge a type of spear into her body. She would scream, “</span><span lang="EN">No, Lord, have mercy on me, forgive me, please, take me out of this place for one minute!</span><span lang="EN">“ (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/luke/16-24.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Luke 16:24</a></span><span lang="EN">)</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> In Hell, people are tormented with the memories of what they did on Earth. Demons would mock people and tell them, “</span><span lang="EN">Worship and praise because this is your kingdom!</span><span lang="EN">” and the people would scream remembering that they knew God, because they knew the Word. Those who had known the Lord were tormented twofold. </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord said, “</span><span lang="EN">There is no other opportunity </span><span lang="EN">[for those here]</span><span lang="EN">; there is still opportunity for those who are alive.</span><span lang="EN">“ I asked Him, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, why is my great-grandmother here? I don’t know if she ever knew you. Why is she here in hell, Lord?</span><span lang="EN">“ He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, she is here because she failed to forgive…Daughter, he who does not forgive, neither will I forgive him.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, but You do forgive, and You are merciful.</span><span lang="EN">” And He answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Yes, Daughter, but it is necessary to forgive, because they have not forgiven many people, and that is why many people are in this place, because they failed to forgive…Go and tell humanity that it is time to forgive, and especially My people, for many of My people have not forgiven. Tell them to rid themselves of grudges, of resentment, of that hatred in their hearts, for it is time to forgive! If death were to surprise that person who has failed to forgive, that person may go to hell, for no one can purchase life.</span><span lang="EN">” When we left that place, my great grandmother was engulfed in fire and she screamed, “</span><span lang="EN">Aaaah,</span><span lang="EN">” and began to blaspheme the name of God, she would curse Him; every person in hell blasphemes against God. </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">As we left that area, I could see that hell was full of tormented souls. Many people would extend their hands out, begging Jesus to help them and take them out of there. But the Lord could not do anything for them and they would start blaspheming God. Then Jesus would weep and say, “</span><span lang="EN">It hurts Me to hear them, it hurts Me to see what they do, because I can no longer do anything for them. What I will tell you is that I still have opportunity for he who is still on Earth, who has not yet died, who is still alive; he still has time to repent!</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN">The Lord told me there were many famous people in Hell, and also many people who had known about the Lord. He said, “</span><span lang="EN">I am going to show you another part of the furnace.</span><span lang="EN">” We came to a place where a woman was surrounded by flames. She was in great torment and would scream, begging the Lord for mercy. Jesus pointed to her with his hand and told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, that woman that you see over there, surrounded by flames, is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selena" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Selena</a></span><span lang="EN">.” As we started getting closer, she screamed, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, have mercy on me, forgive me Lord, take me out of this place!</span><span lang="EN">” But the Lord looked at her and said, “</span><span lang="EN">It’s late, it’s too late. You cannot repent now.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">She saw me and said, “</span><span lang="EN">Please, I beg you, go tell people about this, please speak out and do not be silent; go and tell them not to come to this place; go and tell them not to listen to my songs, nor sing my songs.</span><span lang="EN">” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/1_john/2-15.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1 John 2:15</a></span><span lang="EN">) So I asked her, “</span><span lang="EN">Why do you want me to go and say that?</span><span lang="EN">“ And she answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Because every time people sing and listen to my songs, I am tormented even more, the person who does this, who sings and listens to my songs, is walking to this place. Please, go tell them not to come here; go tell them that hell is real!</span><span lang="EN">“ She would scream and demons would hurl spears from afar into her body and she would cry, “</span><span lang="EN">Help me, Lord, have mercy on me, Lord!</span><span lang="EN">” But sadly, the Lord told her, “</span><span lang="EN">It is too late.”</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">I looked all over that area, it was full of singers and artists who have died. All they did was sing and sing, they wouldn’t stop singing. The Lord explained, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, the person who is here, must continue doing here, whatever they did on Earth, if they had not repented.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN">As I was observing the area, I noticed a lot of demons that were spilling down some type of rain. I actually thought it was raining. But I noticed the people in flames running away from the rain and shouting, “</span><span lang="EN">No, help me, Lord!…No, this can’t be,</span><span lang="EN">” and the demons would laugh and tell the people, “</span><span lang="EN">Praise and worship because this is your kingdom forever and ever!</span><span lang="EN">“ I saw the flames increase and people’s worms would multiply! There was no water there, it was brimstone that would multiply the flames and increase each person’s anguish. I asked Jesus, “</span><span lang="EN">What’s happening?…Lord, what is this?</span><span lang="EN">” The Lord replied, “</span><span lang="EN">This is the wages of anyone who has not repented.</span><span lang="EN">” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ps.%2011:6&version=NASB" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Psalms 11:6</a></span><span lang="EN">)</span><span lang="EN">Then the Lord took me to place where there was a very well-known man. Before now, I used to live as a double minded young Christian girl. I used to think that any person that died would go to Heaven; that those who celebrated mass</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_%28liturgy%29" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a></span><span lang="EN">, would also go to heaven, but I was wrong. When Pope John Paul II died, my friends and relatives would tell me that he had gone to heaven. All the news on TV, on </span><span lang="EN" style="color: #741b47;">extra</span><span lang="EN"> and many other places would say, “</span><span lang="EN">Pope John Paul II has died, may he rest in peace. He is now rejoicing with the Lord and his angels in heaven</span><span lang="EN">” and I believed all of it. But I was only fooling myself, because I saw him in Hell, being tormented by flames. I looked at his face, it was </span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_John_Paul_II" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">John Paul II</a></span><span lang="EN">! The Lord said to me, “</span><span lang="EN">Look, Daughter, that man that you see there, is Pope John Paul II. He is here in this place; he is being tormented because he did not repent.”</span><span lang="EN">But I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, why is he here? He used to preach at church.</span><span lang="EN">” Jesus replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, no fornicator, no idolater, no one who is greedy and no liar will inherit My Kingdom.</span><span lang="EN">“(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/ephesians/5-5.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Eph. 5:5</a></span><span lang="EN">) I replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Yes, I know that is true, but I want to know </span><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image019.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN">why he is here, because he used to preach to multitudes of people!</span><span lang="EN">” And Jesus responded, “</span><span lang="EN">Yes, Daughter, he may have said many things, but he would never speak the truth as it is. He never said the truth and they know the truth and although he knew the truth, he preferred money over preaching about salvation. He would not offer reality; would not say that hell is real and that heaven also exists; Daughter, now he is here in this place.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> When I looked at this man, he had a large serpent with needles, wrapped around his throat, and he would try to take it off. I pleaded with Jesus, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, help him!</span><span lang="EN">“ The man would scream, “</span><span lang="EN">Help me, Lord; have mercy on me; take me out of this place; forgive me! I repent, Lord; I want to return to Earth, I want to go back to Earth to repent.</span><span lang="EN">” The Lord observed him and said to him, “</span><span lang="EN">You very well knew. You knew very well that this place was real…It’s too late; there is no other opportunity for you.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord said, “</span><span lang="EN">Look, Daughter, I am going to show you the life of this man.</span><span lang="EN">“ Jesus showed me a huge screen on which I could observe how this man offered mass many times to the multitudes. And how the people who were there were so idolatrous. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Look, Daughter, there are many idolaters in this place. Idolatry will not save, Daughter. I am the only One who saves, and outside of Me, no one saves. I love the sinner, but I hate sin, Daughter. Go and tell humanity that I love them and that they need to come to Me.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">As the Lord was speaking, I began to see how this man received multitudes of coins and bills; money, all of which he would keep. He had so much money. I saw images of this man seated on a throne, but I was also able to see beyond that. While it’s true that these people do not get married, I can assure you, I’m not making this up, the Lord showed it to me, those people do sleep with nuns; with many women there! </span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Q_aj8YPaKE" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a></span><span lang="EN"></span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord showed me these people living in fornication, and the Word says that no fornicator will inherit His Kingdom. As I was watching all of this, the Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Look Daughter, all of this which I am showing you is what goes on, what he lived and what keeps on happening among many people, among many priests and popes existing.</span><span lang="EN">” Then he told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, go and tell humanity that it’s time to turn to Me.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN">The Lord showed me a place where many people were walking to hell. I asked Him, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, how is it that they walk to this place?</span><span lang="EN">” He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">I will show you.</span><span lang="EN">“ He showed me a tunnel with many people walking through it. These people were chained from hand to foot. They were dressed in black and carrying a load on their back. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Look Daughter, those people that you see there, those people don’t know Me yet. That which they carry on their backs is sin, but go and tell them to turn their burden over to Me, and I will give them rest; that I am He who forgives all their sins…Daughter, go and tell those people to come to Me, for I await them with open arms, and go tell them that they are walking to this place.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">As I was watching the people walking, I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, that person over there is my cousin; that young man is my cousin, Lord, and that young girl coming down is also my cousin; my family is coming to this place!</span><span lang="EN">” He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, they are walking to this place, but go and them where they are walking, go and tell them they are walking to hell. Go and tell them that I have chosen you as my watchman…I have chosen you as my watchman, for it means that you are to tell the truth. You must go and tell all that I have shown you. If you do not speak out and something happens to that person, his blood will be poured over you, but if you go and do as I have told you, then that person has an account with me. If the person does not repent, then the responsibility resting upon you will be lifted, for the account will rest upon that person and his blood will not be poured over you. </span><span lang="EN">(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/ezekiel/3-18.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ezekiel 3:18</a></span><span lang="EN">)”</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image020.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN">Jesus told me that many famous people were walking to that place, famous and important people. Take for example, </span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Michael Jackson</a></span><span lang="EN">. This man was famous all over the world but he was a satanist. Although many people may not see it that way, but it is the truth. This man had satanic covenants: He came to agreement with the devil in order to achieve fame and attract many fans.</span><span lang="EN">Those steps that he performed, that’s the way I saw demons walk while tormenting people in hell. They would slide backward and not move forward, while they shout; enjoying the anguish they impose upon the people. Let me tell you that Michael Jackson is in hell. The Lord showed him to me after Michael died. He let me see Michael Jackson tormented in flames. I cried to Jesus, “</span><span lang="EN">Why?</span><span lang="EN">” It wasn’t easy to see how this man was being tormented and how he would scream. Anyone who listens to Michael Jackson’s songs or sings them or who is a fan of Michael Jackson, I warn you that satan is trapping you in his web so that you will end up in hell. Right now, renounce it in the name of Jesus! Jesus wants to set you free, so that you will not be lost.</span><span lang="EN"> The Lord said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, there are also people who know Me, that are walking to this place.</span><span lang="EN">” I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, how can people who know You also come here?</span><span lang="EN">“ He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">That person who has left My ways and that person who is living a double life.</span><span lang="EN">” He started showing me people who were walking to Hell. They were tied from their hands to their feet. </span><span lang="EN">They each wore a white garment, but it was torn, stained and wrinkled. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, see how My people have walked away from Me. Daughter, I want to tell you that I am not coming for these people. I am coming for a holy people, ready, without blemish, without wrinkle and without defilement…Go and tell them to return to the old paths.</span><span lang="EN">” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://mobile.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=EPHESIANS%205:26-27&version=NIV,NKJV,NASB,AMP,MSG" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Eph. 5:26-27</a></span><span lang="EN">) I started to see many of my uncles and many other people who had walked away from the Lord’s ways. “</span><span lang="EN">Go and tell them that I am waiting for them, to surrender their loads to Me, and I will give them rest.</span><span lang="EN">” Jesus was weeping, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, they are coming this way. Go and tell your uncles; go and tell your relatives that they are coming this way! Daughter, many will not believe you, but I am your faithful witness, I am your faithful witness. I will never leave you. Even if they do not believe you, Daughter, go and tell them the truth, for I am with you. I will also show you, Daughter, how people arrive at this place.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">We went to a tunnel where there were a multitude of people falling into the abyss. Not 1 thousand, not 2 thousand, but as many as the sand of the sea, countless. They were falling by the second, like handfuls of sand being thrown down. The souls were falling rapidly. Jesus was weeping, He said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, this is how humanity perishes; this is how it is lost!…Daughter, it hurts Me to see how humanity perishes.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Demons also hold meetings in this place.</span><span lang="EN">” And I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Demons hold meetings?</span><span lang="EN">” Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Yes, Daughter, they meet to plan, to plan what they will do to humanity. They hold daily secret meetings.</span><span lang="EN">” And with that, Jesus took me to a cell, where I saw a wooden table with chairs around it. And there were demons – all types of demons. Jesus explained, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, they are now planning to go and destroy the pastors’ families, the missionaries, the evangelists and all of those who know me. Daughter, they want to destroy them; they have many darts.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The demons would laugh and mock and say, “</span><span lang="EN">Let’s destroy humanity and bring it to this place.</span><span lang="EN">“ Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Go and tell them that I am with them. Tell them to not leave open doors, to leave no place to satan, for satan walks about as a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.</span><span lang="EN">(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/1_peter/5-8.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1st Peter 5:8</a></span><span lang="EN">)” But the Word says, “he walks </span><u><span lang="EN">as</span></u><span lang="EN">“, because the only real Lion, is the Lion of Judah, Jesus Christ of Nazareth (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/5-5.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 5:5</a></span><span lang="EN">)! Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, they especially want to destroy the pastors; family.</span><span lang="EN">” I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Why do they want to destroy the pastors’ family?</span><span lang="EN">” And Jesus responded, “</span><span lang="EN">Because they are in charge of thousands of people that are the sheep of the fold; the sheep of the fold that the Lord has given them. They want these people to return to the world again; to look back and end up in hell…Go and tell the pastors to speak the truth. Go and tell them to preach the truth and to speak everything that I tell them and to never keep to themselves what I tell them!</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr> <td style="background-color: transparent; border-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); border-style: none; border-width: medium;" valign="top" width="524"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> As we left that place and He told me, “I want to show you something else…There are also children in this place.” And I replied, “Children in this place, Lord? Why are there children here? Your Word says, ‘let the children to come unto Me, and do not stop them: for the Kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” (<a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/19-14.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Matthew 19:14</a>) Jesus replied, “Daughter, it’s true, of such is the kingdom of Heaven, but that child must come to Me, for he who comes to Me I will not throw out.“(<a href="http://bible.cc/john/6-37.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">John 6:37</a>) Instantly, the Lord showed me an eight year old boy being tormented in fire. The boy cried, “Lord have mercy of me, take me out of this place, I don’t want to be here!” He kept crying and screaming. I saw demons around this boy, that resembled cartoon figures. There was Dragon, BoyZ, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_10" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ben 10</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pok%C3%A9mon" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Pokémon</a>, Doral, etc. “Lord, why is this boy here?“ Jesus showed me a large screen of this boy’s life. I saw how he would spend all of his time in front of the TV, watching these cartoons. </span></b></span></div></td> <td style="background-color: transparent; border-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); border-style: none; border-width: medium;" valign="top" width="86"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image021.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord told me something that is very sad and very painful. He said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, there are many children in this place because of animated cartoons, because of rebellion.</span><span lang="EN">“ I asked Him, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, why are animated cartoons to blame for this?</span><span lang="EN">” And He explained, “</span><span lang="EN">Because they are demons that carry rebellion, disobedience, bitterness and hatred to children; and other demons enter these children, so that they do not do good things, but do that which is bad: whatever children see on TV, they want to do in reality.</span><span lang="EN">“ Hell exists, hell is real, and even children must decide with whom they will go. I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, tell me, why are there children in this place?</span><span lang="EN">” And Jesus answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Once children have knowledge that there is a heaven and a hell, then they have a place to choose.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">The Kingdom of Heaven</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> There’s much more to be said about hell, but now I’ll share what I saw in Heaven. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, now I am going to show you what I have prepared for My Holy people.</span><span lang="EN">“ We left that place, going out through a tunnel. While traveling through this tunnel, we suddenly came out to where there was light. I saw no more darkness, torment or flames. He said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I am going to show you My glory,</span><span lang="EN">” and we started ascending to the Kingdom of Heaven! Soon we arrived at a door with giant letters written in gold, it said: “</span><u><span lang="EN">Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven.</span></u><span lang="EN">“ Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, go in, for I am the Door and he who enters through Me, will enter, will go and will find pastures.</span><span lang="EN">“(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/john/10-9.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">John 10:9</a></span><span lang="EN">)</span><span lang="EN">. After the Lord said these words, the door opened and we entered. I saw angels giving glory, honor and praise to our Heavenly Father! (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://mobile.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelations%207:11-12&version=NIV,NKJV,NASB,AMP,MSG" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 7:11-12</a></span><span lang="EN">) As we continued walking, we approached a table of which I could see the beginning, but not the end. (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/19-9.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 19:9</a></span><span lang="EN">) I observed a large throne, and a smaller throne surrounded by thousands of chairs. Between the chairs were garments along with crowns. The Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, the crown that you see there is the crown of life.</span><span lang="EN">“(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/2-10.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 2:10</a></span><span lang="EN">) </span><span lang="EN">Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Look, Daughter, this is what I have prepared for My people.</span><span lang="EN">” I saw that the table was covered with a white tablecloth with gold edging. There were plates, gold goblets, fruit; everything was served. It was so beautiful. There was a very large vessel in the middle of the table, which contained the wine for the dinner. And Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, everything is ready for the arrival of My church.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN">We went to another place, where I saw many people in a garden. There were well known people from the Bible, but they were not aged, but young. There was this young man with a large kerchief in his hand who danced and whirled around and praised the Lord. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter that young man that you see there is My servant, David.</span><span lang="EN">” He was giving glory to our Father. Suddenly, another young man passes by and Jesus told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, he is Joshua; he is Moses; this other young man is Abraham.</span><span lang="EN">“ Jesus would call them out by their names. They all had the same countenance! Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, that woman that you see there is My servant, Mary Magdalene; My servant, Sara.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"> But then He told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, she is Mary. Mary, who gave birth to Jesus Christ, Who I am. Daughter, I want to tell you that she has no knowledge of the things happening on Earth. I want to tell you that you must go and tell humanity, tell idol worshippers that hell is real, and that idolaters will not inherit My kingdom, but go and tell them that if they repent, they can enter My heavenly dwelling place. Go tell them that I love them and tell them that Mary has no knowledge of anything </span><span lang="EN">[happening on Earth] and the only One that they must exalt is Me, because neither Mary, nor <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Gregory_I" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">St. Gregory</a> nor any other saint can offer salvation. I am the only One who saves and outside of Me – nobody, nobody, nobody- saves!</span><span lang="EN">” He repeated it three times – that nobody could save; only He saves. </span><span lang="EN">Humanity has been deceived believing in an assumed saint, which is not, but is a demon, working through an idol made by the hand of man. But, let me tell you that the Lord wants to give you the best. He wants you to enter the Kingdom of Heaven; to repent and to leave idolatry. Because idolatry will not save you. Jesus Christ of Nazareth is the one that saves, who gave His life for you, for me and for all humanity. The Lord has a great message for humanity. As He wept, He told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Please, Daughter, do not be silent; go and tell the truth, go and tell what I have shown you.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> I saw how Mary worshiped the Lord, and I saw women with very beautiful long hair. I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, how pretty the way they wear their hair.</span><span lang="EN">” He told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, that which you see is the veil that I have given to a woman.</span><span lang="EN">” He added, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, go and tell women to take care of the veil that I have given them.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Then He told me, “</span><span lang="EN">I have something to show you that is very important.</span><span lang="EN">“ I looked far away and saw a shining city, a city of gold! I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, what is that? I want to go over there.</span><span lang="EN">” He answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I will show you what is over there. What you are seeing is the heavenly dwelling, the heavenly mansions which are ready for My people.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">We started walking, until we reached a golden bridge. As we walked over it, we came upon streets that were made of pure gold! (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/21-21.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 21:21</a></span><span lang="EN">)</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Everything was so beautiful, so brilliant, like shining glass, it was absolutely supernatural, inexplicable! We saw heavenly mansions, and watched thousands of angels constructing them. Some of the angels constructed very rapidly, others constructed slowly and others were not constructing at all. I asked the Lord, “</span><span lang="EN">Why are some angels constructing rapidly, while others are slower, and some have those stopped constructing?</span><span lang="EN">” The Lord explained, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, that is how My people work on Earth, and the angels work as My children work on Earth….Daughter, My people no longer spread the gospel. My people no longer fast. My people no longer go to the streets to distribute tracts telling the truth. My people are now ashamed. Go and tell My people to return to the old paths. Those angels that you saw that were doing nothing belong to those people that have walked away from My paths…Daughter, go and tell My people to return to the old paths</span><span lang="EN">,” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/jeremiah/6-16.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Jeremiah 6:16</a></span><span lang="EN">) and in saying this He started to weep.</span><span lang="EN">I heard other people singing, so I asked Him, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, I want You to take me over there, where those people are singing.</span><span lang="EN">” Jesus was observing me, I could tell how He was observing me, but I couldn’t see His face, only the movements of His face. While His tears were pouring over His garment, I asked Him why He was weeping. But He would not explain it to me. </span><span lang="EN">Later we arrived at this beautiful garden. There, among the heavenly mansions, I saw flowers that were swaying. That must have been the singing I heard. The Lord pointed with His finger and said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, look, they praise Me; they worship Me! My people no longer do as they did before. My people no longer praise, no longer worship Me; no longer seek Me as before. That is why I told you, Daughter, to go and tell My people to seek Me, for I will go, I will go, I will go – for a people that seeks Me in spirit and in truth, for a people that are ready, for a holy people!</span><span lang="EN">” And weeping He said, “</span><span lang="EN">I am coming, I am coming!</span><span lang="EN">“ Then I understand why He was weeping, because He is coming, but not for those that are half-hearted. He will return only for a people that is seeking Him in spirit and in truth.</span><span lang="EN">Then the Lord told me that I had to return to Earth. I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, I don’t want to go back to Earth! What do you mean – Earth? I want to stay with You. You brought me here and I’m not going anywhere because I am with You!</span><span lang="EN">“ Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, it is necessary that you return to Earth to go and testify that My glory is real, that what I am going to show you is real; that what you have seen is real – so that humanity will come to Me, repent and not perish.</span><span lang="EN">” Weeping, I fell to His feet; there I saw wounds on His feet. I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, what are these wounds here?</span><span lang="EN">” He answered, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, it’s the scar from that yester day, when I gave My life for humanity.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">He also showed me the scars in his hands, I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, why do you still have that?</span><span lang="EN">” He told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, it is the scar that has remained.</span><span lang="EN">” So I asked, “</span><span lang="EN">Will this go away?</span><span lang="EN">” He replied, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, this will go away when all the saints are reunited here…Daughter, I must take you to Earth: Your family and the nations are waiting for you.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">I tried to refuse but He pointed down to Earth with His finger and said, “</span><span lang="EN">Look, those people that you see down there are your relatives; that body that you see there, is where you have to return…It is time to leave this place.</span><span lang="EN">” Then He took me along a beautiful crystal clear river and said “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, enter the river and submerge yourself.</span><span lang="EN">“ Before I entered that crystalline river of living water, I was experiencing indescribable joy, but after I submerged myself and came out, I was elated. I thought I would not have to return home, but the Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, you have to return to Earth…Daughter, I am going to show you something: How I am coming to Earth for a holy people. I am going to show you how the day of the Rapture will be.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Rapture and Tribulation</span><span lang="EN"> We walked to a place with a giant screen, and I saw people in it. I could observe the whole world. Then suddenly I saw thousands of people disappearing. Pregnant women had their pregnancy disappear, and they looked like they had gone crazy screaming.</span><span lang="EN">Children had disappeared from all over. Many people were running from here to there, screaming, “</span><span lang="EN">This can’t be, this can’t be! What’s happening?</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN">I saw those who had known the Lord, but were left behind. (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://mobile.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2024:40-41&version=NIV,NKJV,NASB,AMP,MSG" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Matt 24:40-41</a></span><span lang="EN">) They were saying that Christ had come, the Rapture happened. They screamed and wanted to kill themselves, but they couldn’t. The Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, in those days, death will flee; Daughter, in those days the Holy Spirit will no longer be on Earth.</span><span lang="EN">“ (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/9-6.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 9:6</a></span><span lang="EN">) There were accidents but I didn’t see a single dead person: all of them were alive, although injured.</span><span lang="EN">I observed enormous traffic with thousands of people. He told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, look, this is how everything will happen.</span><span lang="EN">“ I then saw people running from one place to another, shouting, “</span><span lang="EN">Christ came, Christ came!</span><span lang="EN">“ They would plead, “</span><span lang="EN">Lord, forgive me, forgive me, take me with You!</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">But sadly the Lord said, “</span><span lang="EN">It will be too late. The time to repent is now…Daughter, go tell humanity to seek Me, for during that time there will no longer be opportunity. </span><span lang="EN">(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/isaiah/55-6.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Isaiah 55:6</a></span><span lang="EN">) </span><span lang="EN">Daughter, it will be too late for all those that stay behind.</span><span lang="EN">” When Jesus observed how people were left behind, He began to weep and said, </span><span lang="EN">“Daughter, I will go to Earth as it says in <a href="http://mobile.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Thes.%204:%2016-17&version=NIV,NKJV,NASB,AMP,MSG" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">1 Thes. 4: 16-17</a> : “</span><span lang="EN">For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God; and the dead in Christ shall rise first; Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">But not everyone will go with the Lord, only those who are doing His will (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/7-21.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Matthew 7:21</a></span><span lang="EN">) and living a holy life. For the Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Only those that are holy will enter the Kingdom of Heaven,</span><span lang="EN"> (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/hebrews/12-14.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Hebrews 12:14</a></span><span lang="EN">), </span><span lang="EN">No one knows, neither the day nor the hour in which I will go for My holy people, not even the angels know it.</span><span lang="EN">” (</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/24-36.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Matthew 24:36</a></span><span lang="EN">)</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> <span style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was crying all the way down, pleading with Jesus, “</span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lord, please, don’t leave me here. Take me with You!” He responded, “Daughter, the nations, your family are waiting for you…Daughter, you must enter that body. You must receive life, Daughter, so you can go and testify what you have seen. Many will not believe you; many will believe you, but I am your faithful witness. I am with you. I will never leave you.” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Return to Earth</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Maxima:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> When my daughter came back, we were waiting there, and she was stretched out on the floor. She went, “</span><span lang="EN">uuhmm,</span><span lang="EN">” nothing else. I said, “</span><span lang="EN">Thank You, Lord, because my daughter is back!</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN">We all gave thanks to the Lord. Soon she started breathing slowly, little by little. After about five hours, she was able to open her eyes and talk. At first we could hardly understand what she was saying; it just wasn’t clear. She had no strength. We needed to keep the windows covered, because her eyes couldn’t handle the light.</span><span lang="EN">Being curious, we all wanted her to tell us what she saw. But because she was so weak, she could only tell us a little. It was 2 weeks until she was able to share her full testimony.</span><span lang="EN">Demons came to torment her after all this. She could see them clearly, they would try to hide themselves in the shadows. They were here within three days of her return, before she could really talk. She asked them what they wanted and they replied, “</span><span lang="EN">We have come to make a pact with you…You must shut up. You must not say anything of what you saw down there, because if you speak, we will kill you.</span><span lang="EN">“</span><span lang="EN">She described the demons as ugly, large and fat, ugly. She said there were no words to describe how horrible they looked. She would rebuke them, but they would not leave. When they came they would jump on her and try to choke her. She would fight back rebuking them, but she had no strength. One time when she rebuked them, a tremendous light appeared and then they fled! It was the Lord. </span><span lang="EN">What my daughter went through was not easy. She was given a profound message to all humanity, to seek God. But humanity thinks that what it is doing is alright. Youth that are into drugs and alcohol, they think that’s OK, but it’s not. One of the greatest experiences that my daughter had was when she saw many entertainers in hell, including dancers, and also </span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_John_Paul_II" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Pope John Paul II</a></span><span lang="EN">. It’s time to seek the Lord, to repent and to humble oneself before Him. The Word of God is true when it says, “</span><span lang="EN">Heaven and Earth shall pass away, but My words shall not pass away.</span><span lang="EN">“(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/mark/13-31.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Mark 13:31</a></span><span lang="EN">) The Word of the Lord will be fulfilled in its due time.</span><span lang="EN">The Lord also showed her a tunnel, where people were walking to hell. Many people are already in hell. It’s real! But even the Lord’s people don’t believe this, many just don’t believe. </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The main message was that we should seek the Lord, not just from our lips, but from the deepest part of our heart, for the Lord’s coming is at hand. Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">I am no longer at the door; I am beyond the door. I will come soon; My coming is near. My people have left Me and gone back to worldly things…Tell My people to return to the old paths.</span><span lang="EN">” The church today must go back to the old paths, that it is where we are in the fire, seeking the Lord. When the trumpet sounds we must be ready to meet the Lord, and it will be wonderful!</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">The Lord’s Urgent Message</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Angelica, speaking before an audience:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image030.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN">The Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, in those days the Holy Spirit will no longer be on Earth. In those days, He will no longer be on Earth.</span><span lang="EN">“(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/2_thessalonians/2-7.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">2 Thes. 2:7</a></span><span lang="EN">) And I saw enormous traffic, with accidents. Many people wanted to kill themselves, but Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">They shall seek death, but death shall flee from humanity. Death will no longer be during that time</span><span lang="EN">.”(</span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/9-6.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Revelations 9:6</a></span><span lang="EN">) I saw people watching TV and magazines that read, “</span><span lang="EN">Thousands and Thousands have Disappeared</span><span lang="EN">.” Many already knew that Christ had come for His holy people. Those who knew the Lord, but were left behind, went crying through the streets, wanting to kill themselves, but they could not do anything. </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">While in Heaven, Jesus said, “</span><span lang="EN">I will come for a holy people and I will come soon for My church.</span><span lang="EN">“ But two weeks ago the Lord told me, “</span><span lang="EN">Daughter, I take pleasure in what you are doing, that you are fulfilling what I have given you, but do not tell My people that I am coming soon. Tell My people that I am coming right away.</span><span lang="EN">” Again the Lord said, “</span><span lang="EN">Tell My people that I am coming right away and that I am coming for a holy people. Tell My people that only the holy ones, only the holy ones will see Me!…And do not be silent: Keep on declaring what I have told you.</span><span lang="EN">” </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"></span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/clip_image031.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span lang="EN">Angelica:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">“This testimony is not a lie; it’s not a joke; it is not a story; it is not a dream, hell is real! Hell exists! To anyone that does not believe, I want to tell you that hell is real, very real. I cannot find words to tell you how real it is. I wish that you could experience it yourself.”</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: black;">Angelica, speaking with Narrator:</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN"> The time is soon, God allows signs to reveal to humanity what is about to happen. Do not remain condemned; that’s what the devil wants. Ask yourself if you are already walking through hell’s tunnel? Today is the day of salvation, today is the day to invite Jesus, your Savior into your life. These are simple and yet great words to say: “I accept You, Jesus as my Lord and my only Savior. I give You my life and soul with all my heart. I want to be with You for eternity.”</span><span lang="EN"></span> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN">Choose your final destiny: Life or death, heaven or hell, Jesus or the devil. It’s clear, either you belong to Jesus or to the devil. Either you do what is right or you do what is wrong. You choose your destiny: eternal life or the lake of fire. Think about it. Decide now. Jesus Christ died on the cross for each one of us, for our sins, and He gave us the opportunity of salvation by His mercy. Accept Christ as your only Savior! </span><span lang="EN"></span></b></span> </div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #741b47;">Now that you’ve heard this testimony, don’t let this moment be the one you regret forever in hell.”</span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Here is the Narration of the Story:</b><br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"> <b style="color: #741b47;"> Bukas na pala ang Mother's Day. Malayo man ang aking ina, hindi ko pa rin siya kakalimutang batiin kasi araw nila bukas.</b><br />
<div style="color: #741b47;"><b> Wala tayo dito sa mundong ibabaw kung hindi dahil sa kanila. Binuhat nila tayo ng higit siyam na buwan para lamang mailuwal tayo at dahil dun, nararapat lang na bigyan natin sila ng pagpapahalaga. wala man tayong maibigay na materyal na bagay sa kanila, ang pagbati natin sa kanila ay nakakagaan na ng loob at sabayan natin ito ng yakap at halik. Sabi nga nila, "mother knows best". Iniisip nila ang mas nakakabuti sa atin kahit isipin natin na minsan ay mali sila. Minsan pa nga, we try to teach them because all we know, we are more correct than them. Namimis ko na rin ang nanay ko. Balak kong pumunta ulit sa Claveria para tignan ang kalagayan nila subalit wala pa akong oras at wala pang naipon na pera. Kung malapit lang sana sila'y pinuntahan ko na kahit maglakad pa ako para lang masabi at mabati siya. Kanina, naluha luha ako dahil may nag tag sa akin ng isang letter para kay nanay. Naantig po ang puso ko sa mensahe dahil tinataglay ng sulat ng iyon ang pagiging dakila ng isang ina. At kanina rin lang, ang isang kapit-bahay namin, nag-aaway. Ang ina pala ang kinakaaway ng dalaga. Sinusumbatan niya ito at nagdadabog pa kaya naglayas ang dalaga at hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin bumabalik pero ang Ina, hindi siya sumukong hanapin ang anak. Hindi niya siguro pinapahalagahan at rinerespeto ang magulang lalo sa kanyang ina. Totoo pala ang sinasabi nila na matitiis ng isang anak ang kanyang mga magulang pero ang mga magulang ay hindi makatiis sa kanyang anak.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47;"><b> Mahalin sana natin ang ating Ina at pahalagahan natin ang mga sakripisyo nila para sa atin. At sa mga Nanay, sana hindi po kayo magsawa sa pagluluto ng mga masasarap na pagkain, maglaba ng mga damit namin dahil kayo ang ilaw ng aming tahanan at inspirasyon.</b></div></div></div>emmanuelmateohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04003941500173765924noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4268802778030338118.post-37217630170240786542011-05-03T12:15:00.000+08:002011-05-03T12:15:45.160+08:00Sapagkat Ako'y Matatag<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1hf49_diqvm77FGlHXS7jL80PRNbXCI31g53L_fN2W2w0QsME4nNJMJAvtqZSqrLflVv9flo46QHeNUsAziG1AOThREMeSXGu_OPidZiqDG8kBjwi5XKba11UkppGlG4gSpBATYg-waA/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1hf49_diqvm77FGlHXS7jL80PRNbXCI31g53L_fN2W2w0QsME4nNJMJAvtqZSqrLflVv9flo46QHeNUsAziG1AOThREMeSXGu_OPidZiqDG8kBjwi5XKba11UkppGlG4gSpBATYg-waA/s1600/a.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Ang dami nang nagbago simula noong mawalan ako ng isang paa. Ramdam ko sa sarili ko na parang wala na akong silbing tao dito sa mundo at isa sa mga talento ko'y nawala na dahil sa nangyaring ito sa akin.</span></b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Sa unang operasyon ko, akala ko gagaling na ako, akala ko magiging maayos din ang lahat at akala ko babalik na ang buhay ko sa dati pero nagkamali ako at habang buhay kong tatanungin sa sarili ko kung bakit ito nangyari sa akin, kung bakit ako pa na magaling sumayaw ang dinapuan ng sakit na iyon. Sa pagbangon ko araw-araw, naaalala ko ang mga pinagdaan ko, bawat tusok sa akin ng karayom noo'y parang kahapon lamang nangyari. Hindi na lamang ako umiiyak dahil alam ko na hindi na mababawi ang mga nangyari at dahil wala namang maidudulot na maganda ito sa akin. Kumakapit na lamang ako sa Panginoon upang bigyan pa niya ako ng lakas para ipagpatuloy pa ang mabuhay. Gusto kong makatapos sa pag-aaral; gusto kong may maipagmamalaki ako sa aking sarili at pamilya subalit parang nawawalan na ako ng pag-asa at lakas ng loob para maabot ko ang aking mga pangarap. Akala ko madali ang mawalan pero mahirap pala, mas mahirap pa sa mga karayom na sumugat sa puso't katawan ko. Sa araw-araw naman na pumapasok ako sa eskuwelahan, hindi madaling makisalamuha sa kapwa tao lalo na't pinagtitinginan nila ako. Pangamba pa rin ang nananaig sa puso ko dahil baka may mangyaring hindi mabuti sa akin sa eskuwelahan subalit kinakaya ko lahat ng mga pagsubok kahit na hindi madaling gawin iyon at kahit na kirot at sakit ng loob ang nararanasan ko. Nakakaramdam rin ako ng kahinaan minsan. Kahinaang hindi ko lubos malabanan at hindi ko lubos matanggap pero ang mga kahinaang iyon ay lumilipas din. Iniisip ko na lamang na kailangan ako ng aking pamilya at mga kaibigan. Sa ganoong paraan ay nagiging masaya ako at nabibigyan ako ng buhay para tapusin ang aking nasimulan. Alam ko na may Diyos na gumagabay at tumutulong sa akin at hindi ako pinababayaan. Sa kanya ko na lamang pinapaubaya ang lahat ng nangyayari sa buhay ko. Sabi ko sa Panginoon, handa na akong pumanaw dito sa mundong ito. Pagod na akong mabuhay at lumaban pa sa pakikibaka sa buhay pero hindi ganoon kadaling mawala dahil kailangan mo pang daanan ang mga mabato at batik-batik na bato para matunton mo ang tuktok ng tagumpay.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b> Tanggap ko mang ganito na ako, na hindi na ako gaya ng dati, hindi ko pa rin maalis at tanungin sa sarili ko kung bakit ako pa ang naging ganito. habang nabubuhay pa ako, hindi ako susuko sa anu mang unos na darating sa aking buhay dahil ang mga pagsubok ay parang abono na nagbibigay ganda at kaakit-akit pa ang isang halaman habang ito'y lumalaki at lumalago.</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: justify;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Iiwas na lang ako dahil may mahal ka na</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Lalayo ako dahil ako'y nasasaktan na</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Gusto kitang ipaglaban pero alam kong ako'y talo na</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Pipiliin ko na lang sumuko at ako'y magpapaubaya</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Pilit kitang kinakalimutan pero lalong lumalala</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Ang pag-ibig ko sa iyo na tila wala nang pag-asa</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Gustuhin ko mang buksan ang puso ko sa iba</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b>Nananatili ka pa ring bilanggo at nag-iisa</b></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b><br />
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