Monday, December 5, 2011

for son and daughter

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too, and she would love to spend some time with you."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment, and then said...
"I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.

"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time, "I LOVE YOU."
And to give our loved ones the time they deserve. Because nothing is more important in life than family... and they shouldn't be put off until "some other time.”

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Please share this with every daughter and son you know.


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im a loving husband

Married or not… you should read this.
Marriage.

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
 — 

Thursday, September 29, 2011

banat kung banat 106


Kanina may naghahanap sayo at gusto kang patayin...

Ayaw kitang mapahamak kaya di kita tinuro…

Kaya heto ako ngayon, nag aagaw buhay kasi

binaril niya ako sa puso ng malamang doon kita tinatago.


Kapag nadulas ka sa harap ng crush mo...

Ang the best na palusot:

"see how i fall for you?"


Boy Banat: Marunong ka bang magduplicate ng susi ?

papagawa sana ako sayo ng kopya

para makapasok din ako sa puso mo…

Girl: Wala namang susi ang puso ko eh…

Girl:Palaging BUKAS 'to para sayo.

(Naks! Nakadale din si Boy Banat. hehe)

Ang buhay ko ay parang nakasakay sa seesaw

pag wala ka down ako!


Minsan gusto kong tumakbo...

Malayong-malayo sayo...

Baka sakali..

Makalimutan kita..

Kaya lang sa pagtakbo ko...

Dala ko pa rin ang puso ko...

Na walang ibang laman…

Kundi ang ala-ala mo…


Kung mali man i-text kita, wala silang magagawa.

Kung mali man na mamiss kta, wala pa rin sila magagawa..

Pero kung mali mang mahalin ka, wala silang magagawa,

Ipaglalaban kita, pipilitin kong maging tama…


Kapag umalis ako marami pa akong makikitang iba

pero hindi ibig sabihin nun,

Papayag akang mawala ka..

Bakit?..

kasi nag-iisa ka lang, saan pa ba ako pupunta?

Kung lahat ng hinahanap ko nasa iyo nah..

banat kung banat 105


Minsan gusto kita tisurin bigla…

Para mahulog ka na sa akin. 


If you're willing to chase me...

I promise, I'll run slow…


Boy Banat: Miss, pahiram naman ng pen mo saglit, please.

Girl: Ok.

Boy Banat: Nyak, ayaw naman sumulat miss oh...

Girl: Pwede yan, kakagamit ko lang eh…

Boy Banat: Weh… sige nga sulat mo number mo?


Use "anyhow" in a sentence…

Pacman: Hoy Pidru! Bakit mu kinain

ang "anyhow" na manuk na "anyone" ko kay Jengkeh?!

(oops naligaw ata tong joke na to ah heheh)

PARI NAGMIMISA:

"Sino sa inyo ang may kagalit?"

Taas kamay lahat pwera sa isang matandang babae.

"Si lola lang ang walang kagalit! Ano edad niyo lola?

Lola: 98

"Tingnan niyo si Lola, 98 na, walang kagalit. Bakit wala kayo kagalit lola?

Lola: Patay na ang mga putaena! hhahaha

(Isa pa to hehehe)

Sa may kanto:

LASING: Miss! ang panget mo!

BABAE: Kapal ng mukha mo! ikaw naman lasenggo!

LASING: Hallerrrr? Atleast ako bukas d na lasing,

eh ikaw? bukas panget ka parin!


Boy Banat: Alam mo isa na lang ang kulang sa buhay mo.

Girl: Paano mo naman nasabi yan?

Boy Banat: Simple lang. Hindi pa kasi tayo eh.


Boy Banat: Excuse me. May relo ka ba?

Girl: Oo, bakit, magtatanong ka ba kung anong oras na?

Boy Banat: Hindi, itatanong ko lang kelan mo ko sasagutin.


Marunong ka bang mag-alaga?

Mag-alaga ng kahit ano...

Siguro oo kasi mabait ka nmn...

Ipapa-alaga ko sana itong puso ko!

Alagaan mo naman oh..

Para hindi na ulit masaktan...


What if one day yayain kitang mag check-in

Joy sa Jollibee? lilibre mo ba ako ha?

banat kung banat 104


Your parents must be Greeks, 

Because you’re a Goddess. 


Magnanakaw ba ang tatay mo? 

Kasi parang ninakaw niya ang lahat ng mga tala sa langit at inilagay sa mga mata mo. 


If I were a test 

Sasagutin mo ba ako? 


Boy Banat: Ale, liligawan ko po ang anak ninyo. 

Ale: Wag muna, nag-aaral pa siya. 

Boy Banat: Sige po kapag uwian na lang nila! 


Sana naging telepono na lang ako. 

Para may pag-asang sagutin mo ako. 


Marunong ka bang mag-budget? 

Napapamahal na kasi ako sa’yo eh. 


Boy Banat: Magaling ka ba sa Algebra? 

Girl: Huh? Baket? 

Boy Banat: Paki substitute mo naman ung “X” ko please… 


Kung kasing lakas lang sana ng stethoscope ang tenga mo. 

Eh di sana naririnig mo na ikaw lang tinitibok ng puso ko. 


Charger ka ba? 

’Coz i need you to fill the emptiness in me. 


Boy Banat: Akala ko ba malakas instinct ng mga girls. 

Girl: Syempre naman, madali kaming makaramdam

kung may nangyayari na. 

Boy Banat: Ganun? eh bakit di mo nararamdaman na mahal na kita?