Asset or Liability?

September 15, 2008


There are those who e-mailed me asking about the basics of cash flow. I’m really sorry that I assumed everybody already understands it. Anyway, by demand … here it goes…

May isang bata… joke lang.

The basic is. What pattern do you see if you will get a P100.00 bill and monitor where and how it is transferred from 1 possessor to the other? How does it flow? The pattern for a typical Pinoy is.

You earn from your work, you spend it on food, gadgets, clothing and other basic needs. Before you reach the next payday, paubos na yung pera mo. But that’s ok payday is just a few days ahead and it doesn’t matter if I run out of money, I am expecting money again any time soon.

This cycle goes on and on and you make some sidelines or create other ways to earn but it seems that money was never enough. (I am tempted to explain further pero usapan… basics lang).

So you can’t leave the job that you have because a week without work would affect the cash flow you have to support your family and needs. As much as you wanted to accept another job, the gap would make you pay less for a couple of days, which makes you a slave to your boss.

At least, you have a job to support your needs.

So to illustrate.. .Cash is flowing inside your pocket.

Years have gone by doing your monotonous routine.

Question… what if you get fired? Or you were forced to retire because there are new and younger people ready to take your place. What would you do?

As an OFW, Makati Executive, Top Salesman, Engineer, Attorney, Teacher, etc… What if it all ends? The sweet cash that enters your pocket every 15 th and 30th suddenly comes to a halt.

There are two things you can buy with your money… An asset and a liability. To describe each… An asset brings money inside your pocket; a liability takes money out of your pocket. Another way to see, it is that an asset if you buy one, will bring the money you spent for it back to you 2 or 3 folds. A liability, when you buy it will not give your money back at all.

Sa ilocano… idjay ti kwa… djak maawatan… (joke lang po, seryoso na kayo eh…)
Sa madaling salita… kapag asset, maibabalik ang pera , pag liability, goodbye sa pera…

Ang problema kay JUAN DE LA CRUZ, habang may trabaho ipon ng ipon at bili ng bili ng liability!

I have seen OFWs get back to the country with gold chains at kung pwede lang limang shades ang isuot ng sabay-sabay gagawin nya eh… dvd, component, jackets, clothes, inuman, pulutan, party, pabango… hindi na makalakad sa dami ng bitbit…

At s’yempre mga empleyado natin dito sa bansa na lingo-lingo bago cell phone at mags ng kotse.. hindi na nga magkasya ang damit sa aparador, tapos pag umaga sasabihin… . wala na akong maisuot.

Guys, esep-esep… what you bought… will it bring money back to you? I know what you have in mind… you have to enjoy what you worked hard for. That’s right, but think of something that will last… think of your future.

I have seen the worst of people who were abogado de kampanilya, executive secretaries of top rank business men, people who worked for big companies, earned a fortune and got a big retirement pay by the millions… Now…. Wala na.

Why? Because of their cash flow… went in… went out.

I need not to mention basketball players, actors, singers, etc… Check what is their career path… next after acting, singing and playing… POLITICS. Kasi, ‘yung million na kinita nila, puro liability ang binili.

Going back… all the liability they bought, ibinenta ng mura! I’m wearing a gold chain now, which I got from a seaman… he bought it for P35,000 and sold it for 8,000 to me. Hindi po asset ang alahas! Bakit? Totoo na tumataas ang value n’ya pero kapag gutom ka na, kahit palugi ibebenta mo! (wala bang aaray?) Cell phones… dvd players etc. pati bahay at kotse… that’s the cash flow of most OFWs…

The question is … “ WHAT IF THE INCOME STOPS?”

Sa Pinoy, ganito: anak… mag-aral kang maigi, at pag tanda namin… ikaw na bahala sa amin ha…. Hindi po ba maling-mali. ..

You have to establish something today that will take care of your future.

Teka, teka… eh ano ang dapat gawin para hindi mangyari yan?

You must create a source of income that will continually make money flow inside your pocket. Start a business! While you are working as an executive or an OFW, or a professional. .. START A BUSINESS and MASTER that business till you get out of that company. Para kapag tumigil ang income mo sa kanila… may susuporta pa din sa iyo hanggang pag-tanda mo!

Now don’t tell me to invest my money on pensions and plans… NO WAY ! Narinig n’yo na siguro yung …. Naku ayaw ko na magbanggit.. .. ‘yung mga nagbayad at hindi nakapag-claim. .. sila pa ang dinimanda at nag-piyansa! !! HUWAG MO I-ASA ANG PAGTANDA MO SA IBA! GUMAWA KA NG SARILI MONG BALON NG PERA! KAHIT MALIIT PA ‘YAN, SARILI MO AT HINDI KA AASA SA IBANG TAO…

Imagine yourself when you reach an older age… (aruy ko,,, baka yung iba sa inyo about that age… tabi tabi po…Ako po sa mga nagtatanong. .. I’m 37 years old. Naabutan ko pa si Michael Jackson at hinele po ako ng nanay ko sa mga kanta ng hagibis…). You have money that the company gave you as your retirement pay… what will you do?

You can consume the money till your old… eh kung hindi umabot? Masamang damo ka pala… at hindi ka kaagad kinuha ni Lord. Eh pang age 65 lang yung naipon mo na budget.

Or maybe, you can start a business and use the money for capital… Kapatid… 9 out of 10 businesses, FAILED… yung isang magsa-succeed, gagayahin pa ng kapitbahay mo instead na mag-franchise sa ‘yo… think! At age 50, you are struggling trying to make a business work! What if it fails?!

Eh ano nga ba ang sagot?

The answer is, stop buying liabilities and instead buy assets now. I don’t care if it is a banana-Q store, balot, ice candy or a sari-sari store, etc… start now! Because, your experience here will teach you what to do in the future. It’s so hard to struggle in business when you are 60 yrs old.

You have to create a source of income separated from the source of income from your work. That when the time comes that you have to stop working, you will have your own source of money! Create assets, start a business that will be there to support you and your family. I AM NOT TELLING YOU TO QUIT YOUR JOB! I’m telling you to start a business while you’re working and stop spending your money on liabilities and start putting them on assets!

Ang pera kapag pinambili mo ng LIABILITY… hindi na babalik… ang ASSET… BABALIK.

Teka… masama ba bumili ng mga magagandang gamit? Hindi! Siguraduhin mo lang na ang pambili mo nun ay galing sa asset mo. The business has to be prioritized! Mawalan ka man ng trabaho, may negosyo kang palalaguin.

If before, nabubuhay ka naman ng iisa sapatos mo, huwag mo baguhin ‘yun… dati, nagdyi-jeep ka lang… ‘wag ka na munang mag-FX…

Create assets and lessen liabilities. Invest and learn now… mag-negosyo!

Eh anong negosyo? Any, as long as you think it is work and doable! I am still looking for partners for my HOME MASSAGE SERVICE! SPA MAGIC! And my business CAR MAGIC is still franchising. .. (joke lang … baka sabihin nyo nag pro-promote lang ako eh…But I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT ALL MY BUSINESSES ARE ORIGINAL AND ALL ARE GRAND ASSETS!

I started all my businesses with a very small capital. If I used that money to buy a gadget, new shoes or any liability… baka wala lahat ng negosyo ko at wala na akong makain ngayon.

Again, I hope that this BASIC CASH FLOW article helps…. I wish all of us become financially free!


Galing nito may matutunan kayo..hhihihi


Touching Story

March 13, 2008

I just found it in the net..

To my married and unmarried friends:

This is a very touching story, please read it slowly.

I’ve read it more than twice with mellow background music….

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped
front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of
car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and
I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid;
went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a
civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost
the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was
the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls’ eyeballs. Her
suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife
Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
wife. But I couldn’t help doing so.

I moved Dew’s hands aside and said you go to select some furniture,
I’ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy,
I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of
divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something
impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter
how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.

Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing
I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we
watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing
Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what
will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I
imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the
staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide
while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently
at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I’ve got something
tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the
in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to
her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why? I’m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her
angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a

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, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She
at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman
who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day.
I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected
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.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw
writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I
she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me,
but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in
month’s time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was
simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she
didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do
still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This
question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I
and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I
have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day
we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out
the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished
end her marriage romantically.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when
carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son
behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a
of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I
over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said
Let us start from today, don’t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat
upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I
to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.
realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a
time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles
her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being
demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were
still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The
visualization of Dew became vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,
she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I
nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell Dew about

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She
picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a
but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have
grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she
thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.
knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a
of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. He said.
him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential
of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly.
turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last
minute. I 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, as if we came back to our wedding
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.
son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in
arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn’t notice that our life
lacked intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid
delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened
door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won’t divorce. I’m serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no
fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can
only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring
probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because
didn’t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried
into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her
I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew 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 to the

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my
which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the
card. I
smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old.


God Exist

February 29, 2008

want to share from mail…enjoy reading.

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen…

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.

As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.

They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:

“I don’t believe that God exists.”

“Why do you say that?” asked the customer.

“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist.

Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?

Would there be abandoned children?

If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.

I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.”

The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument.

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop,

he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.

He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:

“You know what? Barbers do not exist.”

“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber.

“I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!”

“No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because

if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.”

“Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.”

“Exactly!” affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist!

That’s what happens when
people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help.

That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”



February 19, 2008

is would give you guides on how to control your emotions towards your better-half, friends, officemates and all the people around you, especially your “boss . The rules of practicing “ugaling langit, ugaling kaaya-aya” :

#1 Ang naunang magalit ang may karapatang magalit. Pag naunahan ka na ng galit niya, tumahimik ka na lang muna. 

#2 Walang taong nag-aaway mag-isa. Pag hindi kayo sumagot o pumatol, titigil din daw ang taong nakikipag- away sa inyo. 

#3 Ang taong galit, ‘ bingi. ‘ If someone is angry, wala raw pinakikinggan, so, don ‘ t try to explain and fight back. Hindi ka niya iintindihin dahil wala siyang naririnig kundi ang sarili nya.

#4 Ang taong galit, ‘ abnoy. ‘ Ayon sa pastor, Biblical daw ito? because the Lord said when He was crucified, “Father, patawarin mo sila dahil hindi nila alam ang kanilang ginagawa.” Modern term for these kinds of people are abnoys, so you better not get angry para huwag kang matawag na abnoy. 

You should also know and realize that the persons who make your day bad are jewels, because you need them for you to mature. Hangga ‘ t andyan daw sila at kinaiinisan mo, ibig sabihin, immature ka pa. God will not take away those people; it ‘ s for you to take away your bad feelings towards them. You ‘ ll know na mature ka na pag dumating ‘ yung time na hindi ka na naiinis sa mga taong ito because you have learned to accept them and to have patience with them.

#5 Finally, the best part of this is to tell yourself na, because of this person, “I will grow mature,” and that DAHIL SA CONTRIBUTION NIYA SA MATURITY MO, KUKUNIN DIN SYA NI LORD. 

Kwentong Pinay!!!

December 14, 2007

Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko puta daw ako.
Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang
pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon. Ang
bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko nga alam
kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang kinabukasan ko.

Halika at makinig ka muna sa kwento ko.

Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin, nagkagusto, naakit.
Sikat ka sa lahat, virgin eh! Tinanggap ko naman
silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginago? Masakit
alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na kase di sila taga
rito, siguro talagang ganoon. Tatlong malilibog na
foreigners ang namyesta sa katawan ko, na-rape daw

Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinakahuli ang di
ko makakalimutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto ang mga
nangyari, hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Tinulungan nya kasi
akong makalimutan yung mga sadistang Hapon at
Kastilaloy. Kase, ibang-iba ang hagod niya. Umiikot
ang mundo ko sa tuwing ginagamit niya ako. Ibang klase
siya mag-sorry, lalo pa at kinupkop niya ako at ang
mga naging anak ko.

Parating ang dami naming regalo – may chocolates,
yosi, at ano ka. may datung pa! Nakakabaliw siya, alam
kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero pagamit naman ako
nang pagamit. Sa kanya namin natutunan mag-Ingles, di
lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa! Hanggang ngayon, sa
tuwing mabigat ang problema ko, siya ang tinatakbuhan
ko. ‘Yun nga lang, lahat ng bagay may kapalit. Nung
kinasama ko siya, guminhawa buhay namin. Sosyal na
sosyal kami.

Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal na ako sa kanya.
Akala ko tuloy-tuloy na kaligayahan namin, yun pala
unti-unti niya akong pinapatay. P*** ng I**! Sa dami
ng lason na sinaksak niya sa katawan ko, muntik na
akong malaspag. Ang daming nagsabi na ang tanga tanga
ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa tulong ng mga anak ko,
napalayas ko ang animal pero ang hirap magsimula.

Masyado na kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na
naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na lubog pa kami sa
utang, kulang ata pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa
mga inutang namin.

Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda ang buhay namin.
Ayun, mga nasa Japan , Hong Kong , Saudi ang mga anak
ko. Yung iba nag-US, Europe . Yung iba ayaw umalis sa
akin. Halos lahat, wala naman silbi, masaya daw sa
piling ko, maski amoy usok ako.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan ang
kalagayan namin, siya din ang dami ng mga anak ko na
namamantala sa kabuhayan at kayaman na itinatabi ko
para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming lahat. Dumating
ang panahon na di na kami halos makaahon sa hirap ng
buhay. Napakahirap dahil nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at

Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga anak ko, ang
tuluyang sisira sa akin. Napakasakit tanggapin na
malinlang. Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging
kasama sa buhay sa mga ahas na ipinakilala ng mga anak
ko. Hindi pala. Ang tanga ko talaga. Binugaw ako ng
sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta at
pansamantalang ginhawa na nais nilang matamasa.

Wala na akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa
aking mga anak. Wala akong ibang yaman kundi ganda ko.
Pinagamit ko na lang ng pinagamit ang sarili ko, basta
maginhawa lang ang mga anak ko.

Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapitbahay ko. May
nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naaawa. Puta na kase ang
isang magandang tulad ko.

Alam mo, gusto ko na sanang tumigil sa pagpuputa kaso
ang laki talaga ng letseng utang ko eh. Palaki pa ng
palaki. Kulang na kulang. Paano na lang ang mga anak
ko naiwan sa aking punyetang puder? Baka di na ako
balikan o bisitahin ng mga nag-abroad kong mga anak.
Hindi na importante kung laspagin man ang ganda ko,
madama ko lang ang pagmamahal ng mga anak ko. Malaman
nila na gagawin ko ang lahat para sa kanila.

Sa tuwing titingin ako sa salamin, alam ko maganda pa
rin ako. Meron pa din ang bilib sa akin. Napapag
usapan pa din. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mukha ko sa
salamin, nakikita ko ang mga anak ko. Tutulo na lang
ang mga luha ko ng di ko namamalayan. Ang gagaling nga
ng mga anak ko, namamayagpag kahit saan sila pumunta.
Mahusay sa kahit anong gawin. Tama man o mali . Proud
ako sa kanila. Kaso sila, kabaligtaran ang
nararamdaman para sa akin.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko, iilan lang ang may malasakit
sa akin. May malasakit man, nahihilaw. Ni di nga ako
kinikilalang ina. Halos lahat sila galit sa isa’t isa.
Walang gusto magtulungan, naghihilahan pa. Ang dami ko
ng pasakit na tiniis pero walang sasakit pa nung
sarili kong mga anak ang nagbugaw sa akin. Kinapital
ang laspag na ganda ko. Masyado silang nasanay sa
sarap ng buhay. Minsan sa pagtingin ko sa salamin, ni
hindi ko na nga kilala ang sarili ko.

Dadating na naman ang pasko, sana maalala naman ako ng
mga anak ko. Ilang buwan pa, magbabagong taon na.
Natatakot ako sa taong darating. Ngayon pa lang usap
usapan na ang susunod na pagbubugaw ng ilan sa mga
anak ko. Sana may magtanggol naman sa akin, ipaglaban
naman nila ako. Gusto kong isigaw: “INA NINYO AKO!

Salamat ha, pinakinggan mo ako.

Ay sorry, di ko pala nasabi pangalan ko.

PILIPINAS nga pala pangalan ko!


December 12, 2007



Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He
loved the 4th wife, the most and adorned her with rich robes
and treated her to the finest of delicacies.  He gave her
nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her
off to neighboring kingdoms.  However, he feared that one day
she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife.  She was his confidant and was
always kind, considerate and patient with him.  Whenever the
King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would
help him get through the difficult times.

The King’s 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great
contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However,
he did not love the first wife.  Although she loved him deeply,
he hardly took notice of her!

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He
thought of his luxurious life and wondered, “I now have four
wives with me, but when I die, I’ll be all alone.”

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I have loved you the most,
endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care
over you.  Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me

“No way!”, replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without
another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you all my
life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!”, replied the 3rd wife. “Life is too good!  When you die,
I’m going to remarry!”  His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I have always turned to you for
help and you’ve always been there for me.  When I die, will you
follow me and keep me company?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!”, replied the 2nd
wife.  “At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.”
Her answer came like a bolt of lightning, and the King was

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you and follow you no
matter where you go.”  The King looked up, and there was his
first wife.  She was so skinny as she suffered from
malnutrition and neglect.  Greatly grieved, the King said “I
should have taken much better care of you when I had the

In truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives:

Our 4th wife is our body.  No matter how much time and effort
we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth.  When we
die, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends.  No matter how much
they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us
is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul.  Often neglected in pursuit of
wealth, power and pleasures of the world.

However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us
wherever we go.

So cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only
part of us who will follow us to the throne of God and continue
with us throughout Eternity.

When the world pushes you to your knees……you’ re in the
perfect position to pray.

wala lang!

November 12, 2007

Attension bow!

Attension nga lng ba o kung anu na?!

meron kc akong kakilala ganyan eh kapal sobra eh kala mo walang ksama, ang tigas ng mukha

pakill me kill me pa tapos mageemo emo

sabi nga ni G “para kang lalaking nagpoporma lng na pagnakilala na wla na, baduy na, eemo-emo parang prince charming na cindella pa!” thats why i like him direct to the bone!

kaibigan payu lng, tingin sa paligid baka kakaistorbo kana, sabi nga sa buhay MARAMI yan kaya forgive more lng kahit nakakairita na, pro makaramdam ka naman(hahah)…

kso pag sobra kanino ba dapat ireklamo?

naiirita talaga ako ang tigas ng mukha