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Monday, November 21, 2011

" THAT'S YOU "


Boy: "Daddy? how did i come into this world?"


Daddy: " Listen carefully .. Mom and Dad met each other in cyber cafe , in the restrooms of that cyber cafe, Dad connected to mom a big USB. Mom at that time made some DOWNLOADS from dad's MEMORY stick .. when dad finished UPLOADING, we discovered we did not use FIREWALL .. since it was too late to CANCEL or DELETE , 9 months later we end up with a VIRUS ;))"


nice explanation daddy ! ;DD

Monday, November 7, 2011

Sa Aking Pagtanda (Sulat ni Nanay at Tatay)

Monday, August 2, 2010

“Salamat Ma, Pa” (written by my sister)


Sa dihang nagbitay pa ko sa tumoy sa pampang
Hangtod nga sa dihang nisulod ko sa mangitngit nga langub
Nabatyag ko na kung unsa ka lalum ug kadako
Ang inyong paghigugma ug paghatag ug importansya kanako.

Sa unang pagbuka sa akong mga mata
Wala’y laing nakita kundili ang inyong maanyag nga hitsura
Nga sa ako nagbiay-biay ug kanunay nagbantay
Sa paglakaw sa maanindot nga dalan apan puno sa katalagman.

Sa unang higayon nga ako naka-litok ug pulong
Wala’y laing nasangpit kundili mama ug papa
Nga nagpasabot kanako sa dakong kamatuoran
Nga kani silang duha ang nagdala kanako diri sa kalibutan.

Sa unang higayon nga nagamit nako ang akong dalunggan
Wala’y laing nadungog kundili ang pagsampit ninyo sa akong ngalan
Inubanan sa kusog nga katawa ug kalipay
Isip pagpasalamat nga ako nidagsa sa inyong panimalay.

Sa unang pag ginhawa sa hangin nga presko
Sa akong ilong wala’y laing nahanggab
Kundili ang mahumot nga baho sa palibot
Nga puno sa paghigugma ug walay kayugot.

Sa padayon nakong pagpakig-away niining kalibutan
Wala’y laing nasulod sa huna-huna kundili ang inyong mga gipangtambag
Nga kanunay magsakripisyo, mu salig sa kaugalingon
Ug musampit sa iyang ngalan sa kahitas-an.

Nidako akong usa ka maayong tawo ug ihimplo sa uban
Pinaagi sa inyong mga giya, disiplina ug paghigugma kanako
Dili ko karon mahiaguman ning maong kalampusan
Kung wala ako nagtubo sa inyong kiliran.

Ug sa katapusan, bisan paman sa akong kamatayon
Wala’y laing mabuhat ug masulti sa inyong atubangan
Kundili ang paghatag ug dakong pasalamat
Nga kamo ang akong nahimong mga ginikanan—ma, pa.


Friday, July 30, 2010

“Mark”

The first time I saw you,
The first time I knew your name,
The first time you smiled at me,
I set a special space for you in my heart.

The moment we became friends,
The moment we shared laughter,
The moment we passed the whole day’s challenge,
I realized that I love you so.

Those limited days we lived together,
The memories keep on reminiscing.
Hard to forget ‘cause that was the beginning,
You marked a big print to my heart and mind.

I may not be destined to be yours,
But I thank you for the happiness you marked into my face.
For inspiring my thoughts about this feeling striking me now,
And for marking significance to my life.

You are my mark
A mark that is not erasable.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

“My Teacher”

My teacher, you are special
You are one in a million
You are the gravity that pulls me over
You are my crush.

My teacher, I admire you
I idolize and adore you
I will be inspired with you
Because I love you so.

My teacher, I want you to know
I have this special feeling for you
Indescribable because of the impact
It brought to my senses.

It may be hard for you to understand
It may not be easy for you to accept
But this I feel for you
Is true and incomparable.

My teacher, please be considerate
Let your eyes not be blind
‘Cause even I myself cannot explain
Why this feeling suddenly just arise.


(for my beloved teacher Mr. Celso Pipo)

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

When a stranger destroys your life


What if strangers come and invade your territory? What if they will destroy your belongings and capture the most valued people in your life?

I want to share a very short story which was formulated in mind right after experiencing the same thing that the actor of the story had experienced too.

There was a lion that lived in a peaceful forest, thankful and contented with what is around him. It had settled there, together with its family and friends for longer years now. Acceptance and understanding dominated their community.

One day, a tiger from far away came, and asked for help because it got lost. The stranger begged the lions to give him food and water. The lions who were raised by their parents to be hospitable and kind to those in need welcomed the tiger and provide everything while he stays in their place.

The time has come for the tiger to return. Since he was lost for a year, his come back was acknowledged through festivity and merry-making. Everybody was happy upon seeing him back.

But when asked what happened, the tiger narrated every detail of his journey. He told his parents that he was kidnapped by the lions in the east. He continued that he was only walking extra miles, and was able to reach in an abandoned forest when lions approached toward him, seized him, and brought him to their land.

Upon knowing, the people in his community got angry with the lions, and they want a battle against them. They planned and scheduled the day for its attack. They were many and armored.

The lions remained calm and innocent, without the anticipation that a sudden move from the neighboring territory will destroy their place, including their own lives.

The tigers came, devastated the whole place and killed the lions. They conquered the land and in-slave the lions that were still alive.

I hope the readers get the point that I want to impart out of this fable.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

What music is for them (a collection of music qoutes and sayings)
















Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~Berthold Auerbach

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls! ~Thomas Carlyle

If the King loves music, it is well with the land. ~Mencius

Without music life would be a mistake. ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. ~Gustav Mahler

Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass? ~Michael Torke

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

He who sings scares away his woes. ~Cervantes

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name

Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead. ~Benjamin Disraeli

Music is what feelings sound like. ~Author Unknown

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron

Musical compositions, it should be remembered, do not inhabit certain countries, certain museums, like paintings and statues. The Mozart Quintet is not shut up in Salzburg: I have it in my pocket. ~Henri Rabaud

Music is the poetry of the air. ~Richter

If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth. Sydney Smith

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William P. Merrill

If in the after life there is not music, we will have to import it. ~Doménico Cieri Estrada

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it. ~Henry David Thoreau

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. ~Ludwig van Beethoven

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality. ~H.A. Overstreet

My idea is that there is music in the air, music all around us; the world is full of it, and you simply take as much as you require. ~Edward Elgar

Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them!
~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. ~Charlie Parker

Life can't be all bad when for ten dollars you can buy all the Beethoven sonatas and listen to them for ten years. ~William F. Buckley, Jr.

Music cleanses the understanding; inspires it, and lifts it into a realm which it would not reach if it were left to itself. ~Henry Ward Beecher

Play the music, not the instrument. ~Author Unknown

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken. ~Ludwig van Beethoven

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. ~Robert Fripp

[An intellectual] is someone who can listen to the "William Tell Overture" without thinking of the Lone Ranger. ~John Chesson

Music's the medicine of the mind. ~John A. Logan

You are the music while the music lasts. ~T.S. Eliot

Music is the universal language of mankind. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer

Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music. ~Ezra Pound

He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. ~Robert Browning

You can't possibly hear the last movement of Beethoven's Seventh and go slow. ~Oscar Levant, explaining his way out of a speeding ticket

The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scots as a joke, but the Scots haven't got the joke yet. ~Oliver Herford

What we provide is an atmosphere... of orchestrated pulse which works on people in a subliminal way. Under its influence I've seen shy debs and severe dowagers kick off their shoes and raise some wholesome hell. ~Meyer Davis, about his orchestra

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo

...where music dwells
Lingering - and wandering on as loth to die...
~William Wordsworth, "Within King's College Chapel, Cambridge"


Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel. ~Buffy Sainte-Marie

Monday, July 5, 2010

Not meant to last


I'm finally here out of those places
Counting the days that I've been missed
As I'm watchin' on the rainbows
I could imagine you.

How I wish for you to be in my life
'Cause I can't erase you here in my mind
But all I can do is to say
These words of love for you to stay.

Chorus:
For you I will make thousands of songs
To show this feeling to where it belongs
And though the love will just fade
No one can erase the love that we've made.

I can't lie to my self and have to admit
That the one like you is hard to forget
But this life's reality goes
That we're not meant to last and just say.
(chorus)

Bridge:
It's really hard to accept it
It's unbelievable to conceive
But we have to search for real
And make it satisfy that destiny's not for us.
(chorus 2x)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

A father's day post for papa


"You're the best father"

There would be no greater man than you, papa. Thank you for making us smile all the time. Thank you for loving mama and us, your daughters. Thank you for taking care of us six.

You’re an exceptional father. God is so good that he gave you to me. Your attitude I can never find in anyone, which most I have followed and adopted. Your humility and kindness are two of the traits I admire of you most. You know how to deal with people; you possess a very good PR. You’re patient and understanding. We often talk so I know your sentiments and stories in life since you were young. You’re a leader not only inside the house, but in the community.

Though you were not able to achieve your ambition of becoming a lawyer because of financial incapacity of your parents, but in our eyes, you’re more than a lawyer, but a judge.

You do not choose people to help, as long as they’re in need, there I saw your extending arms. You always remind us to maintain favorable relation with people. You tell us to keep on praying. You teach us the morals we should strive to possess, the little and big things in the world. You train us the chores to do inside the house, the manners to show inside the school, church, in another’s residence, in front of people, in a new place.

So many things you’ve taught us which forever will be kept in our “innocent to liable” minds. You are the only man in our lives, the best father of all. We are proud of you, papa.

From our sincere hearts, we want to tell you, “We love you and we thank you Papa Eufemio “Pepe” Cinco Acabo.”

Sunday, May 16, 2010

A birthday and mother's day post for mama


“God made a wonderful mother, a mother who doesn’t grow old.
He made her a smile of sunshine and a heart of pure gold.
In her cheeks, He placed fair roses; in her eyes, stars that shine.
God made a wonderful mother, and that wonderful mother is mine”


This was a forwarded text message from a friend this morning which obviously speaks of how proud and happy she is to be given a mother she has now.

Each of us also feels the same to our mothers. You can say of anything about your mom, and I can also share to you some stories about my one and only Mama Miploy or Miraflor Acabo in real name. Today is a special day for her so I’ll make her the center of my today’s post. Oh, I forgot to make my birthday post for her on May 5. “Mama, you’re now 38, you’re getting younger!” Anyways, this is what I’ve known of her…

She was only 19 when she delivered me into this world. That’s the first thing that proves how proud and thankful I am to be her first daughter. But prior to it, she showed how deep her love to papa is when they went to Canla-on to have a “tanan”. That’s why I was made!

Despite her pregnancy, she still went to her school, Central Visayas Polytechnic College (CVPC) regularly. Papa supported her expenses because he already was working at that time.

She took Mass Communication at Silliman University on the first semester of the first year, but transferred to CVPC-Guihulngan. She was supposed to be in her last year, but she shifted to Bachelor of Elementary Education major in English until she graduated on 2001.

She passed the LET on 2002, her first take, but only became a regular teacher 3 years after. She used to be the only a substitute teacher if any one gets pregnant or sick.

Her first assignment as teacher was at the farthest barangay of La Libertad—Aya, the boundary to Negros Occidental. I was still in high school that time and I remember, she departs every Monday morning and returns home on Friday late afternoons. Papa was responsible for packing her supply for her one week stay at the mountain which is also dangerous because of the occupation of the rebels. In that school, she handled two classes—Grades 3 and 4.

After 3 years, she was transferred to Guihob, nearer than Aya. This time, she can manage traveling daily. Until now, she’s still teaching in Guihob preferably the Grade 6 pupils.

Mama, I should say is a monitoring mom. She keeps on checking especially the health of my 3 younger sisters. She always wants to make sure they have eaten, taken their vitamins and medicines especially that because of the series of times they were brought to the hospital or sent to pediatricians for check-up of condition.

On this exact date, I received numerous text messages from her to take care of the children. Though we have different networks, she sends the same messages twice to make sure that I’ll do what she had told.

She’s still young, sometimes there are still few childish traits I detect from her words and actions, but her tandem with papa is perfect because papa’s maturity sometimes funny, sometimes serious in bringing the best in her and of the family.

As of now, mama is the source of our daily expenses because she’s the only one working while papa is earning a little from his piggery and farm production in the mountain.

Her salary is not enough to cater us, but we are striving to balance everything.

Mama, we love you so much. Thank you, belated happy birthday and happy mother’s day! We are proud of you, we’re happy to be your daughters.

But prior this day, I pity on her so much because she only had a 3-hour sleep because the youngest is not feeling well from a week’s hospitalization.

Now, she’s studying her masteral degree at Moalboal, Cebu at least to uplift her position. We support you with that ma!