Why we send forwarded jokes
by missP on Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:15 am
***Did you ever stop and think why the forwarded emails became rampant nowadays? When I open my email accounts, I spend a good 15 to 30 minutes just screening which are real mails, spam and forwarded mails. The second and last, I normally just delete without reading. It didn't make sense. I don't send them myself, unless I am feeling vengeful, Wink (hehehe). But today, I broke my rule and opened this one I received as a forwarded email in one of my yahoo groups accounts. It sounds reasonable at least to me, hence the the post. Maybe this will help us chanage our attitude toward this f*****g, teeth grinding, head bugging "trash mails" that we get from our long time friends, acquaintances and relations. Actually, some of them are not really that bad. Although, admittedly, they can really get annoying at times.***


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."


Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.

Maybe this will explain.

When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.

Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke.

So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.
by missP on Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:08 pm

The (S)troll
by missP on Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:49 pm
An American, a Belgian and a German enjoying one night with good wine and fascinating Iranian cuisine in the historic place of B?dingen. Want to find out what the common denominator is?

Tadaaa…. The Pinays.

The view in front of the restaurant where the group stayed. The participants all decided not to show their faces here, so i had to opt for this picture instead.

It started with a simple invite to go for an early evening walk through the old historic town of B?dingen. First there was just a couple, who came across this lovely duo along the canal of the old Castle grounds. What are the chances of two ex-housemates meeting at an area where to one is about 400 kilometers from her place and to the other just around 12 km? Then, somewhere along the lake at the far end of the canal, the two couple met another Pinay who is also a colleague of the other from a previous job, spending a quite evening with her beau. Of course, the night ended up with the three pairs having dinner at the same restaurant and moved on to an Irish Pub talking till the wee hours of the morning. Enjoying the very good reggae music from a local/regular mainstay singer of the bar and singing along as the crowd was almost non-existent to their world, oblivious of the Police car that came to a halt in front of the bar and asking the group to tone down a little.

It was definitely one fine night! The Pinays were of course happy, the men? HILARIOUS!
Ikaw, oo ikaw nga!
by missP on Wed Sep 13, 2006 3:20 pm
Kung may dinadamdam ka, ano ang gina-gawa mo para kahit paano ay mapawi ang sakit o bigat ng kalooban mo?


Umiiyak ako.

Nagluluto ako.

Lumalamon ako.

Naglilinis ako ng buong bahay.

Naglalaba ako at pagkatapos namamalantsa na rin.

Pumupunta ako sa isang lugar na walang nakaka kilala sa akin.

Pakiramdam ko kasi, habang marami akong ginagawa, lalong bumibilis ang takbo ng oras at hanggang sa dumating na rin agad ang “bukas”. Kung maaari lang, ayokong matapos ang mga gawain ko. Ayokong magkaroon ng pagkakataon na maisip ko muli ang aking dinaramdam. Ayoko ko rin harapin ang taong nag papa bigat ng aking damdamin. Pero, subalit, datap’wat, paano mapapawi ang sakit ng iyong damdamin kung ang taong malapit sa iyo ang naging dahilan nito?

by missP on Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:16 pm
TRUST is a very important factor for ALL relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.

A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose
number it is."

Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".

This is also an excerpt of the forwarded mail that I got from a long-time friend. A true friend who, even though we don?t talk over the phone everyday or write emails every week, remains to be loyal and dear.

Thank you, Tiny for being there for me always. I miss you, Girl. Wish to see you again in three months time!
Beautiful Flower in a Broken Pot
by missP on Tue Feb 07, 2006 8:46 am
***Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Show your friends how much you care.... Pass this on, and brighten someone's day.

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic.

One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning."

He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face... I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..."

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."

I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.

When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was preface with thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.

He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again.

And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning

"Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!"

Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.

I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

Recently I was visiting a friend, who has a greenhouse, as she showed me her flowers we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!"

My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden."

She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.

"Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body."

All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7b)

Nothing will happen if you do not decide to pass it along.
The only thing that will happen if you DO pass it on is that
Someone might smile (because of you).

Friendship Week
by missP on Wed Feb 01, 2006 12:10 am
***Anybody knows when the exact Friendship Week is celebrated? Well, not that I am complaining, but it seems like this has gone far enough. Each time I open my mail, I get this forwarded “Friendship Week” mails. If you ask me, I would recommend that “Friendship Week” should be celebrated every week. But the mails have become some sort of a spam-mail. Anyhow, sometimes I do forward them myself… most of the time not. In the few times that I have forwarded the mails, it was because I actually liked the message.

One must like people as they are, for there is not a soul without a fault.

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...and he said no.
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again
He replied with a no.

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face. The boy grabbed her arm and said:

You're not pretty, you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...


I like you because of who you are to me...A true friend.
And if I don't get this back I'll take the hint.

"A good friend will come bail you out of jail....
But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying ..
WE screwed up! "
Or wow! That was FUN!
I’m proud to be your Friend!

***In academics, my teachers in school molded me. The good and bad experiences made me stronger. And the values, I learned form my family, my parents and grandparents. In the absence of my parents, my aunts and uncles took over guiding me and teaching me what is right & wrong morally.

I've learned...that life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
I've learned...that money doesn't buy class.
I've learned...that it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
I've learned...that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I've learned...that the Lord didn't do it all in one day.
What makes me think I can?
I've learned...that to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I've learned...that the less time I have to work, the more things I get done.
I've learned.

To all of you...make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
It's National Friendship Week.
Show your friends how much you care.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you.
If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.



Pinay in the chocolate making business...
by missP on Fri Dec 09, 2005 1:55 pm
Yan ang Pinay, talaga!!!
Last December 5th, though the day was gray and wet, it was not as bad as I thought it would turn out. I had off day from work. With nothing left to do at home, since most my errands has been done the previous week, I was left with plenty of time at hand. I thought I would just stay at home, practice a new song on the guitar and perhaps even bake a cake. Though, the last idea was not so appealing since hubby and I have been and am still trying to lose weight since we got back from a short stay at his parents’ house last month. I am not complaining, but each time we go to visit, we always come back home feeling so full, that we don’t even want to eat during the following weeks. Yes! WEEKS!! I never imagined in my whole 3 & some decades of existence, how traumatic it can be to just eat and sleep for several days. It’s like being punished and made to suffer for a bad deed. But, hubby’s mother is such a great host and a very good cook and we simply couldn’t say no to whatever she serves us. I digress.

Anyway, as I was just packing the guitar back in its case, after my regular early morning practice, the phone rang. Thinking that it was again another advertising call from D-Telekom, I didn’t answer the phone. It rang several times more and finally stopped. “Boy, aren’t they desperate to promote new things” I said to myself. Then after a couple of seconds, my handy started beeping. Another message, I thought from yahoo. I get this spam from yahoo on my phone and it is really getting annoying. I checked who the message was from. It was not from yahoo, it was a message from an ex-colleague inviting me to join them go visit a Filipina who lives in Mainz. That’s like a good 80 kilometers from my house, but I was curious so I sent a reply saying that I can only be at the designated meeting place at around 2 pm. I cannot be there earlier, since I was still in my bathrobe and have not even finished my coffee. On my days-off, I normally finish my first cup of coffee only around 10:45 or 11:00 a.m. (While I wander inside the house in my bathrobe and sometimes less, (hehehe), I take my time with my coffee.) They replied that it was fine, since they have to meet somebody else anyway.

I reached the designated place with plenty of time left to spare. I waited and wandered around the vicinity. Mainz, I thought is a nice city. I finally saw my ex-colleagues walking towards my direction. I asked them where we we’re going exactly. They answered in chorus: “to a place where your little desires will be sated”. Ahh, okay. Let’s see then. “Mon Petit Desir” Korbgasse 9, 59116 Mainz is like any normal chocolate shop from the outside. Looking through the glass windows, one can notice the shelves filled with ceramic sets for sale, several big canisters assorted exotic teas, Blue-mountain & Arabica coffee beans (coming from the highlands of Java), various types of gift items, different kinds of Belgian beer and in one corner a couple of tables where the guests can enjoy a cup of coffee or hot home-made chocolate drink. But once you get inside, you'll realize that IT IS NOT just like any other normal chocolate shop in the city. It is a little corner of heaven right in the center of Mainz tower proper.

Owned and operated by Ms Lilibeth Wohlfart, a Filipina married to a local national. Ms. Lilibeth used to live in Brugge, Belgium for sometime, before she finally moved back to Germany with hubby and kids. In Belgium, having realized her interest in chocolates, she pursued a course in “ chocolate making ” where she learned everything about chcolates. She was thought & trained by Belgium’s 2005 World-Chocolate Masters award-winner Mr. Pol Deschepper. But her education and training did not end there. She continues to make her regular trips back to Belgium to find out about new techniques and trends in the chocolate making industry. She also plans to further her knowledge by going to the French pastry school in Chicago hopefully next year.

I enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate and some self-made pralines that Ms. Lilibeth offers in her shop. Her place is heavenly and her prices are actually much affordable. Honestly, I thought that she may only be selling high priced stuff and that I would be going home that day empty-handed. But I was very wrong. I ended up with more than 400 grams of pralines. They were absolutely, definitely and wonderfully arousing. I really felt every single hair in my body rising after having tasted them and thought that every nerve cell has been awakened. And, hey, wanna know a secret? Well, if you eat them pralines, you will never regret it, promise. I brought home a box of assorted pralines, some of which are even chilli and hubby loved them to the max. I can definitely contradict that "mature men tend to have anti-erection effect from chocolates".Hahaha!

And so, the day, as I have said in the beginning, didn't turn out too sad & gloomy. Being there in that warm and cozy place that Ms. Lilibeth has indeed helped us get through another gray day in Deutschland. We left her version of "heaven" with several Christmas presents for friends and a promise that we'd be going back for more, time permitting.