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nawa na ang bato lata, dakop2x, tago2x, kuot2x, hipo2x og dampa2x sa usa dampaan ni inday...

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But learn from everyone.... like!!!

gud morning ma'am isle's... gud morning TB... gud mornimng world..

PAYAG Ni BADONG... padulong sa sa SanCarlos talamban..

tuli naman puedi butangan nalang og bolitas..

"LAGKAW"

hehehe ebidensya na ma'am isles...

lain pud ato... if ever naay mahitabo nimu bai hubs simbako.. cya ang mapasanginlan kay cge naman cya bahad nimu....

nakasabot ra gyud ang nakabasa bai hubs...

Quote from: islander on May 03, 2013, 12:20:37 AM
thanks, ann.  malingaw bitaw ko dinhi kay daghang characters.  tanan klase, nia dinhi.  apil na tang medyo may pagkakatingalahan pod, hehe.

if you're a zombie, you're welcome..

tuloy ang ligaya..

Mao nay timailhan sa mga barako... kuhaon ang chix sa lawom na initoryahan... mao na si bai bugsay..

dah sab-an lage...

Operation Tuli... actually kani nga suggestion kay lingaw2x ra, nagdahum man gud ko nga kani tanan lingaw2x ra or mga binuang ra ni bunga ra cguro sa mga kalaay og ka kapoy sa inadlaw natong trabaho... d ko ka imagine nga makabaton og ingon ani kasuko sa usa katawo.... bitaw, nakasabot ra ko nimu sir balong at least imong gisibya ang imong mga kalagotgot ni HB, sa ingon ani nga paagi makuhaan gamay ang atong kasuko sa usa ka tawo og makapangandam pud si bai hubag :-)... Hinaut pa unta na matagamtaman nato ang kalinaw sa atong tagsa2x ka kasing2x...

Friends: sometimes our thoughts determine our actions and again those actions determine our thoughts...when we think and act, we again keep thinking about the consequences of it irrespective if its related to our past, present or future! Bow!


Peace be with you.... and also with you :-)

We are all blessed with gifts equally but of different types in our life. The person who wishes to be appreciated for his real worth has to often wait a bit longer till his gifts are completely unwrapped....

goodluck hehehe

kompyansaha gyud aning bayhana oi... ma agian gani ka ni bai hubs human jud ka.

Quote from: hubag bohol on May 01, 2013, 08:30:14 PM
Additional fact: Naay TB member nga sapoton kon di ka-nap.

tugpa pud intawn panagsa oi...

Quote from: balong on May 02, 2013, 07:13:04 AM
sigihi pa ug sapaw ning ahong topic hubag. gi warningan na ka. wa pa ko mag sugod ug pa trace up nimo. to be fair i will give you an early warning signal kong sugdan na naho ang      OPERATION HUBAG

puedi operation tuli lang... pisot pa raba na ang ikaduhang buhi ni bai hubag....

hulga!!!!..... atot oi!
hulgaa nalang ang tanan yaw lang si hubag buhol kay mo trnaform raba ni cya.... patay unya mo mga tiguwanga mo.... tuwiwiwiwiwi

haha swerti kalang busy ko karon hubag... ikaw na ako atubangon sunod bwahaha

haha kamao jud ka dah..

Joey, ipanghatag pud na uban nimung chix nako oi.... yaw lang kaau og palabi gud, palbi sa imong kahambog...

dugaya pud naabot ni darling hubag oi na salisihan nalang hinuon sa uwan akoa...

gibug-atan rana sa lawas... tambokikoy guro...

nakakita guro nimu bai hubs..

Quote from: hubag bohol on December 04, 2012, 11:59:53 AM
Wa baya na niya tuyoa, natural-born killer (of egos) lang jud...

JLo who?

sakto jud ka isles..

ayaw namu paghuna huna og lain rason HEALTH PROBLEM lage... makuyapan nya cya og panubag...

Quote from: mg on April 29, 2013, 12:04:54 PM
Please inform if I posted this in the wrong forum

I am 8 months pregnant now and daghang nag silingan sige ingon nako nga magpuyo nako kay naay usa dinhi nga gidungog nga aswang. Ako gibantayan, grabe pud siya makatutok sa akong tiyan, tiguwang na siya ug nakapatay na jud kuno siya ug baby by just staring. Unsa may ayo pangontra ani niya kay sagunson na one week dili ko katulog sa kasaba sa kanas-kanas sa among atop (nipa ra ba) unya every night sige sakit ako tiyan and dili mahimutang akong baby sige lihok. I just want to play safe. Aside from the powerful prayers, unsay maayo pang pangontra ani niya oie? Thanks for any help and God Bless!

magbutang raman to og itom napanabton sa iyang tiyan akong uyab sauna... ambot lang kaha og tinuod bah pero mura effective man kay dako na among baby karon wala makuha sa ungo... Thank you Lord...

wa guro cya kasabot mao na yes nalang cya

hello JS... ur like a prom... JS Prom...

a sort of..

read it backward nalang jud daan... hehe

Quote from: balong on April 29, 2013, 01:54:58 PM
gi tujo naho nga $50 ang ipa butang para mahimong 3 ka bundle. meaning to say i love you. kong tag $100 duha ra ka bundle ang $20000. gi pakapinan lang naho ug $1000 extra to make it $21,000 . para human nija ug bayad sa car naa pa sijay pocket money nga $1000.

sana ikaw nalang papa ko...

gi raid naman ang pawikanan sa pasil... gi raid nalang sa mga mag kan-anan nga pulis ddto kay dili na daw makapahulay ilahang uyab og asawa...

wala gyud intawn puro laki pero lami kaau ang mga laki oi labi na gyud ang ni dala ni magellan og lapu-lapu na si Polo Ravales og Troy Montero.... yummy kaau as in...

Quote from: jorgeanna on April 27, 2013, 04:29:54 PM

sa china man jud ni oi... kita gyud ko ani ddto..

nindot kaau ni gahapon diri sa lapu-lapu city... inubanan sa food festival sa mga nagkalain laing hotel diri sa lapu-lapu city og Sebu... hitsas jud ang adlaw....

bullseye!

tumpak..

makaadto man kaha ta og hungkera aning kalakiha..

d ko motuo ani bai hubs... maka panimaho man gani ang buta nga laki inig agi sa babaye...

a marriage can never be perfect.. but the love can be!
- geogeanna

wow kalami ihigup og sabaw na halang ani...

Haha may pag ka liwat ni bai hubs...

KALAMI SA MOLMOL...

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 29, 2013, 08:31:32 AM

like!:)

Family

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake that night in my bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you
use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise.
You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Please wake up, little one," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway,"
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

anah bai hubs...

The True Story of balong's life unta ang subject ani dili $100..

Quote from: jorgeanna on April 26, 2013, 12:11:51 PM
kung ikaw customer, dli ba diay pud ka lod-on nga mugamit og bata

mas bata, mas lami man daw...

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 26, 2013, 12:07:28 PM
Angay pud silotan ang mga kustomer...

masira unta silang tanan...

maypa si kitty...

putol pud iyang right hand...

so sad....

Just Be Happy

"As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he."
Proverbs 23:7

Just be happy. Sounds too simplistic, doesn't it? But, in actuality, we can have much more happiness if we choose to consider things from a positive perspective.

Everyone experiences the ups and downs of life, however, we can make a decision to dwell on the negative or practice what the old saying says to do: "When life give you lemons, make lemonade!"

It really boils down to your attitude and you have the ability to mold your attitude into any shape you like.

Here are some tips:


Ignore those who tell you that life is too difficult to be happy. What do they know?


When you awaken each morning, be thankful for another day, even if it's raining.


Smile at those you meet, even if they don't return the favor.


Don't borrow trouble. Each day has enough of it's own.


Don't allow trouble to bury you in its gray mire of sorrow.


Don't give in to negative thinking.


Be positive even when others are not.


Refuse to give up on anything worth having or doing.


Do something you enjoy each day, even if it's just a walk in your neighborhood.


Whistle as you go through the day.


Work at being happy because it's worth it.
You're human, like everyone else, and from time to time you need a little pick-me-up in your decision to be happy. When you reach that stage, find someone else who has decided to be happy. Join forces with him or her and march forward in your decision to be a happy person.

Simply speaking, a happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.

Choose today to just be happy - as much as it depends on you!

lisud man sad og moingon ko na naay pobre nga angayan ani niya...
walay lain ko d ako...

di ko puedi ani kay pobre ra man ko...
walay girl dha na 18 yrs old na milyanarya unya nangita og pobre nga pareha nako...

sa YMCA

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 20, 2013, 09:02:03 PM



Bwahaha!

bwahaha snacher diay ang boing...

The Rose Bush


One spring morning a single woman in her thirties was sitting in her garden. The woman, mother of two, was depressed with life's challenges and thinking how hard it was trying to manage a career and raise two children on her own. She began to think of how strong her belief in God was, but still could not help feeling overwhelmed with the difficulties in her life. Her eye caught that of a rose bush in her garden and she began to look hard into the bush.

She started by looking at the base of the bush and how it was formed by one trunk coming up from the ground. She compared the trunk to the beginning of her adult life and how simple things seemed to her then. No grave responsibilities, just herself to take care of.

As she moved up the trunk, it started to bend, and a branch had formed. This branch had reminded her of when she was married. She admired how smoothly the branch sprouted from the main trunk and how bliss her marriage was in the beginning. But as she moved up the branch, it became twisted and bent and riddled with knots. Her thoughts changed to how her marriage had developed, and how it became abusive and tormenting.

The branch seemed to go on for a while, as did her marriage and then the branch just seemed to end without reason or understanding. But from this branch she noticed two rose stems that had sprouted from the branch. She was amazed of how the rose stems came from such a twisted and knotted branch. Then she realized that these were her two beautiful children.

Each stem different from the other but still the same. One having more thorns than the other, but both were dark green and strong. At the top of the stems grew the largest and most beautiful flowers on the entire bush. Both were a brilliant dark red. She thought of her children, and though they may not be perfect, they were hers and they were absolutely beautiful.

The woman then went back to the base of the trunk and noticed another branch, which from its beginning was as straight as a board, then began to bend slightly. This branch signified her career.

As with any trial in life, things first began smooth and as time went on challenges began to occur. Although this branch wasn't as twisted as the first, its small imperfections still reminded her of the mistakes and misunderstandings that have happened to her throughout her career. This branch sprouted many rose stems. Some were in full bloom some had yet to be opened. She thought of the many accomplishments throughout her career and how there are more yet to come.

Still again she looked at the base of the rose bush and noticed a third and final branch coming from the main trunk. This branch was thick and consisted of many small, yet smooth curves throughout. For every turn in the branch there was a rose stem. This branch seemed to her to signify the friendships and relationships she has encountered throughout her life.

Some of the stems had flowers that had died or wilted which made her recall some of her friendships that didn't last or those she just didn't keep in touch with. Yet there were many others on this branch that sprouted beautiful roses, both strong and full of life. These were her current friends. There were many of these roses on the bush and it seemed to fill up the bush and give it color and life. She was thankful they were there.

The woman then sat back and realized what she had been doing and seeing in the bush. She noted the absence of herself in the bush, and how everything seemed to point to someone else or some other aspect in her life, but she didn't see herself. She began to weep because the bush was full of roses, thick and beautiful.

Then without warning, she heard a deep and warm voice from within. The voice said to her:

"My child, do not weep, for what you do not see is in front of you. This bush is YOU. For every brilliant colored rose is a part of you. The bush grows upward to the heavens, which tells me of your faith. Each rose you see at the end of a stem, you see something else. I declare to you that this signifies that your faith will be rewarded in the end. As you trim the roses away, they grow back each time. This I declare to you is my promise to you that your reward will always be there. Each bend or twist in a branch and every thorn on a stem are obstacles in your life. But as you can see, each branch and stem has a rose. I tell you now that each rose shows that I have been there with you throughout your life. Your responsibility is simple, continue to water this bush as you have with your faith and it will continue to grow higher and stronger than you can imagine."

The woman began to weep again, only this time it was of joy. She was filled with a new spirit of faith and determination. To this day she has continued to care for this bush, watering it daily and trimming when needed.

The bush now stands six feet tall and is covered with brilliant roses. The two signifying her children, still the largest and brightest of all. And each day she seems down on her luck, she goes to the bush and is given new strength to see the day through.

--- Robert Vickers

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 17, 2013, 04:48:44 PM

mas lami ni...

may gani wala pusila ang patay...

anggid2x gamay...

ameow...ameow...ameow...ameow:)

hehe basin nakasala ang gurl...

hahay ning kinabuhia wlay katagbawan hangtud illegal nalang sudlan..

ambot lang ms isle oi, basta malingaw jud aning bai hubs..

wa gyud... murag lami baya kay taas og dila..

hahaha kaila ko ana bai hubs..

Din-a jud madala bai hubs..

IDOL NA JUD TKA BAI HUBS..

ang2x ka... basta hamis lang bahala nalang nawng...

ang hitsura murag ungo kana motuo ko og kanang mag tuwad, tuo pud ko anah.. mao na akong favorite position

unsa kaha ni ka tinuod??? tinuod baha ni? tinuod cguro gyud ni:)

puti paman sila og teeth nako... unsa man na colgate ilang gigamit, close-up...

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 07, 2013, 09:58:40 AM

dili man ni iro, sigbin man ni..

kanindot aning pormaha... sakar kaau...

liwat mani cla nimu bai hubs...

haha hilig jud mo og dagko ha..

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 10, 2013, 08:15:09 PM
Hmm, di heto na lang epol haw...

kalami ba kan-on ani oi... pinkish man gud.

haha maypa ang iro...

wow kalami... ako intawn tubig ra

Quote from: hubag bohol on March 30, 2013, 08:55:48 PM

halap.. murag wa ni cya mag panty.... nganu imo man giputol ang picture bai hubs...

Quote from: islander on March 31, 2013, 12:02:45 AM
mas seksi tong 'and then some' nga tua sa luyo.

ninduta og mata ni ma'am isle's ahhh... kit-an gihapon.... wa ko kabantay ni deretso man gud ko og tan-aw sa....... yaks kalami...

any update? naa daw low pressure???

ur welcome...

 
The Lollipop Lesson

It's been a difficult year to say the least. My daughter, service dogs, and I lost our home due to abuse right about this time last year. We've depended upon the kindness of others to provide temporary shelter, food and clothing; and are truly grateful.

For a while after the attack, I was numb. Post Traumatic Stress froze my emotions in an attempt at self-preservation. I tried to remain strong for my daughter, waiting until she was asleep to cry the tears of fear, loss, and panic that gripped my heart.

I tried desperately to rationalize the situation, but no matter how I looked at it, I came up empty. I kept thinking, "On the whole, I'm a good person. I give of my time, possessions and my heart to others. I treat people fairly and always try to do the right thing. I'm teaching my daughter the same morals and values that had been instilled in me as a child..." and yet, though I was a good person, and my daughter was an innocent; we sustained a brutal attack brought on by alcoholic rage of a once-loved and trusted family member. I couldn't get my mind around the betrayal. I prayed a lot. I was disheartened that I didn't get any response, and felt that God had betrayed me as well.

I became obsessed with my loss, and the injustice of the whole thing. At one point, I felt as though my daughter might be better off without me, that I was holding her back from having a secure future. If she were placed with a real family, then she would have a chance at a good life...one with a roof over her head. I was the one who was disabled and unable to provide adequately for her; I was excess baggage. She had her whole future ahead, and I feared that having me in it ensured her a difficult and dismal one. I prayed for guidance, I prayed for answers, I prayed for hope; but I didn't get the answer I'd expected.

I felt as though I failed my little girl in so many ways. She misses having friends, a place to play, a room of her own with pretty things, and the security of knowing what tomorrow will bring. The guilt felt like a wet coat, gradually getting heavier, wearing me down and preventing me from moving forward.

Children are so resilient. I've learned so much from my little girl over the past year, and I look at her with a new wonder and admiration these days. Though she clearly remembers the horrors that no child should ever have been witness to, she forgives as we are taught early on. For most, true forgiveness is lip service. "I forgive you," is a benign phrase we are prone to say when we know we should, but we often lack the ability to truly let go. Not my little girl. She still remembers the attack, still feels the loss; yet she has somehow found it in her heart to completely forgive our attacker who hurt us so badly.

She never complains, although she has every right to. She went from having a beautifully decorated bedroom of her own, to having only what the police could load into our van that cold, scary night; and a few subsequent, police-guarded truck loads that permitted us a few more boxes of belongings. The rest was left behind...along with the only home she ever knew, all her friends, and the innocence and security that should be a child's right; all that was cruelly snatched away from her.

Commercials she sees on TV with toys and trips to amusement parks, (things that she knows she can't have), taunt her at every turn, yet she is the first to offer up one of her few remaining and cherished toys to another child who is sad or hurt. At bedtime, she thanks God for the blessings in her life and offers up prayers to others, never asking for anything for herself, because she feels as though she has all she needs.

She doesn't complain when I'm sick and can't play with her, or that I can't afford to give her the extra things I know deep inside she would love to have...only issues an "I love you Mommy...you're the BEST Mommy!" whenever possible, seemingly oblivious to my disabilities and my shortcomings.

I dug through the change at the bottom of my purse and bought her a lollipop at the store today. She'd had her eye on it the entire time we were in line to pay for our purchases. It was the kind of lollipop you'd see in days gone by that are twisted with different colors; a neat old-fashioned pop that cost $1.00.

She never asked for it, never whined or even gave me the "look" that pleaded silently...which is exactly why I decided to get it for her. I really couldn't afford it, it's the end of the month and I only had $1.35 left to my name. I wouldn't have any more money coming until the first of the month, almost a week away, when my scant disability check arrives... but she'd been such a good girl, and I really thought she deserved a special treat. I foolishly worried that my last few cents should've been better spent.

When I reached into my purse and counted out enough for the pop, you would have thought I gave her the key to the magic kingdom! "Thank you Mommy! You're the BEST Mommy!" She shrieked with sheer joy, thankfulness gushing from her lips and unabashed love and joyous tears shining in her eyes as she hugged me with every ounce of strength her tiny body could muster.

All at once, the cloud of despair that had hung over me lifted and I shed the coat of guilt I'd been carrying for so long. I knew without a doubt in that very instant, that I was the family that my little girl needed. I knew that I wasn't baggage holding her back; I was the glue that was needed to keep us together. I knew that my daughter needed me and loved me despite my shortcomings, and despite our situation. I knew without a doubt that my prayers had been answered and I had been blessed from above. With tears in my eyes, I realized that the angel that stood happily devouring her unexpected treat at my feet had also blessed me; and I was never going to be the same.

I had been awakened from my nightmare. I was ready to continue my journey, willing to embrace whatever challenges may lie ahead; secure in the knowledge that I already had all I needed; the rest was a bonus.

I was in awe at this child of mine, and I was so thankful for the lesson she'd taught me.... while I'd wasted my time feeling guilty and focusing on what we'd lost, my daughter had moved on and was focusing on what remained...something that was more important than anything else; through it all, we had each other. Though I only had 35 cents to my name, I felt richer than ever.

My daughter's youthful insight to an adult situation brought me to a place where there is no longer any room left for doubt or worry; leaving me with the ability to put all those useless feelings that had been cluttering up my mind behind me, ultimately freeing me up to enhance my life through opportunities I have since created from my new perception.

Though she's only four, my daughter has the ability to be able to look past what she's lost to find true joy and satisfaction of having only the very basic necessities; and being truly grateful for them. She rejoices in the simplest of kind gestures and goes out of her way to do the same for others. How many of us adults can claim that? I've learned a lot from her; I hope you have, too.

In the spirit of giving, I wish for your life be blessed with the insight of my little girl, the shedding of your wet coat, a new and positive perception of life...filled with an unlimited supply of lollipops.

kanindot ba dal-an og laki aning love nest oi...

wa ra ni sila magkasinabot sa ginansya...

Quote from: hubag bohol on March 26, 2013, 05:12:02 PM
Hmm, angkon na lang gud nga ikaw tong gilabay...

pag tsur dha bai hubs basin sip-onon pasad si islander aning panahuna....

haha safety first jud dah..

The Last Lesson

Even after many years, she still has not forgotten the last day her whole class got together to say goodbye to their dearest schooldays. The gloomy faces, the watery eyes, the loving embraces, the firm handshakes promising to seek each other again up hill and down dale... those unforgettable memories always become vivid every time nostalgia drives her feet towards the old school, only to find a big, old tree with all of their names carved deep into the trunk.

She wonders herself if any of them still remembers their promises, now that time has cloaked the past memories with layers of dust and transformed each fate beyond any expectations.

The jolly "dwarf" of the class has now turned into a successful businessman. The shy, skinny "bookworm" is now a talented Ph.D. trying his luck in some distant land in the Western atmosphere. The naughty, giggly tomboy has thrown away her carefree laughter in exchange for a sheltered, comfortable life beside a caring husband. And she, a literature addict, was driven by an inner force to put her pen aside and become a teacher instead. That's a life-choice, an abandonment of her dream about which she will never feel regret.

She decided to follow her old teacher, who had sowed the seed for the cause of nurturing people in her directionless mind through his poetical lessons. She used to dream of the enlightened faces of her students engrossed in her lessons full of sunlight and sea waves.

She had also dreamed of their round eyes running over every page of the books containing expanses of the light and darkness of life. Yet, at the most decisive turn of her life's course, she didn't choose literature for her career, for she had been told that literature is just like a magical paradise to which the way is extremely rough.

Travelers always keep in their heart a boundless aspiration for happiness, though they know very well that their ultimate goal will never be achieved.

Her hands are so small; how can they hold the immensity, the depths and the fullness that literature can bring? Still, she promises herself to go ahead, bearing in mind the last words of her dear teacher:

"Don't care for what you give or receive. Learn to live generously to enjoy life, even when it's not generous toward us."

This teaching was not written in his lesson plan, but she knew it would stay with her until the end of time.

Now, she is a teacher, yet she has to continue learning numerous difficult lessons of life. The more she experiences, the better she understands the value of her teacher's last lesson.

And now, among the heaps of unemotional personal pronouns, possessive pronouns and language structures in her own lesson plans, no leafy afternoons or sunny skies can be found yet the lessons of the old days have never faded away. Instead, they are revived in her teaching style. She has given her students the whole-hearted enthusiasm and tenderness that she once received from her teacher.

Now and then, she catches sight of a warm look in the eyes of her students, which encourages her to carry on. She hopes to find herself again in her students: always listening carefully and appreciating each lesson. To her, that will be the noblest award she could ever receive in her teaching years.

She tells herself to try her best to understand and take life at its deepest. And some day, when she has enough experience and confidence, she will give her students the teachings that are not written in the lesson plans, as her teacher used to do.

in fair mart and in fair view, pakan-a nya mi ana kay wala jud na diri...

haskang lami-a sa bakasi lupig gyud ang viagra ani...

kalami ba anang bahal oi...