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got 38 points...

31 TO 40 POINTS:  Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical.  They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest.  Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expects the same loyalty in return.  Those who really get to know you, realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.

wa gyuy klaro ni cla....

mao jud na ang giistoryahan sa mandaue city karon...
mao ni resulta basta mangaliwa....

Tuesday, January 29, 2013
CEBU CITY -- A woman died when her partner’s genital was locked tight inside hers, a radio report said.
In a Bombo Radyo report, the victims were having sex in a lodging house in Guizo, Mandaue City when the incident happened.
They were brought to the hospital but the woman was declared dead on arrival.
The doctor, however, refused to disclose the identities of the victims.
Both were said to be working in an export processing company in Mandaue City and each had relationships respectively.
Police are investigating the incident where it was reported that the male’s genital was cut.
The phenomenon is called penis captivus in medical terms or vaginal lock in which a woman's vaginal muscles clamp around the penis during intercourse so firmly it causes the male to be 'locked' inside her. (Sunnex with wire reports)

tungod diay sa kadulog.... wish ko lang naa pud koy kadulog..

tugnaw man basta kadlawn... unsa kaha ang niinit noh?

advance happy b-day neth...

by the way, thanks tubagbohol for posting... naka avail jud ko Cebu to tacloban karon umaabot adlaw minatay..

naa ko neth... ari ka og cebu?

 
If I Have Learned Anything


I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.


I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do.


I've learned that it's not what happens to people that's important.
It's what they do about it.


I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you a heartache for life.


I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.


I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you miss them terribly after they die.


I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.


I've learned that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think.


I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.


I've learned that you can keep going long after you think you can't.


I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.


I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.


I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.


I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.


I've learned that when the light turns green, you had better look both ways before proceeding.


I've learned that you can love someone and still not like them very much.


I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.


I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and still have the best time.


I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.


I've learned that I'm getting more and more like my mom, and I'm kind of happy about it.


I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry, I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.


I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.


I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.


I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.


I've learned that you should never tell a child his dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if he believed it.


I've learned that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological.


I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that.


I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.


I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.


I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.


I've learned that sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to.


I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other.


I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.


I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.


I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.


I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.


I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but whom you have in your life that counts.


I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.


I've learned that a good friend is better than a therapist.


I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.


I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.

tiyabaw kay wala may iya... ang nag picture nalang iya..

b***t diay ang boing....

bitaw naay daghan diri masareal... wala lang koy hilig kaau ani kay tam-is... mas ganahan ko og apud2x...

YAP... naay daghan diri sa BANTAYAN ISLAND... diri sad sa office naa pud daghan... girls na nanimahong buwad... hehe

hala kalami sa masaryal... ako intawn kani ra gyud...

Once A Boy Went To A Shop With His Mother.


The Shop Keeper Looked At The Small Cute Child And Showed Him A Bottle With Sweets
And Said


" Dear Child..... You Can Take The Sweets...


But The Child Didn't Take.  The Shop Keeper Was Surprised..
Such A Small Child He is And Why is He Not Taking The Sweets From The Bottle.


Again He Said Take The Sweets.... Now The Mother Also Heard That And Said..


Take The Sweets Dear..


Yet He Didn't Take...


The Shopkeeper Seeing The Child Not Taking The Sweets...
He Himself Took The Sweets And Gave To The Child.


The Child Was Happy To Get Two Hands Full Of Sweets...... ......


While Returning Home The Mother Asked The child...
Why Didn't You Take The Sweets,  when The Shop Keeper Told You To Take?..


Child Replied...


Mom! My Hands Are Very Small And If I Take The Sweets I Can Only Take Few..
But Now You See When Uncle Gave With His Big Hands....
How Many More Sweets I Got!




Moral:-
When We Take We May Get Little But When God Gives...
He Gives Us More Beyond Our Expectations. ..
More Than What We Can Hold..!!!!!! !!!

dili lang ko maaan nya kng bading...

ang pikoy kaha nya noh...nanggawas pud kaha ang ugat?

Quote from: hubag bohol on January 27, 2013, 09:25:00 PM

na klaro man lage iyang utok sa ulo...

Don't undermine your worth
by comparing yourself with others.
It is because we are different
that each of us is special.

Don't set your goals by what
other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.

Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life,
for without them life is meaningless.

Don't let your life slip through your fingers
by living in the past or for the future,
By living your life one day at a time.

Don't give up when you still have something to give
nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

Don't be afraid to admit that you are less then perfect.
It is a fragile thread that binds each of us to each other.

Don't be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

Don't shut love out of your life by saying it impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
And the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Don't dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope;
to be without hope is to be without purpose.

Don't run through life so fast
that you forget not only where you have been
but also where you are going.
Life is not a race,
but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

maypa ang iring..

laki man kaha na imong iro?

nindot ang tugnaw og naay tupad pero pareha nako nga nag inusara walay pulos...

It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked in the church.

As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church. He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet, with holes all over them, his toes stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the church.

We all fellowshipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me. A few moments later church began.

We all waited for the Preacher to take his place and to give us the Word, when the doors to the church opened. In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head down. People gasped and whispered and made faces.

He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit where he took off his hat and coat. My heart sank. There stood our preacher...he was the "homeless man." No one said a word. The preacher took his Bible and laid it on his stand. "Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today." Makes you think, doesn't it.

kamao sad ning tawhana dah... sundon beh:)

 
A Brother's Love


Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes. Every minute. But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst". Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby, now they plan a funeral.

Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says. Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive.

She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed in ICU."

The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray " Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---"

The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away. The girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "The miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love. A few weeks later, Michael's little sister was baptized at the Panther Creek Church.

For with God nothing shall be impossible - Luke 1:37

maypa ang iro...

kahibaw lage ka? gi bun-i cguro to imong nakit-an..

nanglugod sa iyang bugan nga tayaon...

Moments In Time

"We do so with the certainty that we don't have the faintest idea what we're doing at all, which can be a very frightening prospect in a world; in a world where the boundaries of nations and the balance of nature can change over night.

Except that the years that we have spent at (West Beverly) have given us the foundation to face that future. We haven't just learned facts and figures, logic and reasoning skills, but we have learned the value of friendship, loyalty, & love which will not be diminished just because we may not end up together.

The memories that we have shared will not go away simply because we do. So even if the future does not always meet our expectations or the fates are cruel to us at times, no one can ever take away this moment from me. From me, from you, from any of us. No one can ever take away this moment in time."

I Still Look for Patches


Aren't we lucky, those select few of us who had a childhood friend willing to be our everlasting, faithful companion? I can still remember the day I met my special buddy.

My mother and I patiently waited one spring evening for my father to come home. His appearance in the doorway made no distinct impression in my mind. A pair of worn, tattered jeans clung loosely to his hips, accompanied by his favorite, well used Chuckie's and a work stained T-Shirt. The wallet mark on the back of his pants attested to their age and the pack of Kools he carried in his shirt pocket only completed the picture. The blandness of the day seemed to want to mingle with the night. Suddenly, I heard a small, feeble "Yip."

"Did I hear something? Daddy, please tell me. What was that? Where did it come from? Tell me, please? Where? DAD!"

As he reached into his shirt pocket he replied, "It was only my pocket."

The look on my face must have displayed some portion of my disappointment for I heard a soft "Amy."

I slowly turned around to look at my daddy's outstretched hand. There, curled tightly in his palm was my best friend. She was a runt, small and puny. Several brown splotches marred her white fur, reminding me of a beginning seamstress who had yet to learn the proper way to patch up clothes. Hence, her name, "Patches."

Just as small acorns become grand oaks, tiny puppies become great dogs. And Patches was the best of them. She was a friend, confidant, baby-sitter and blame taker. If I was troubled, I could depend on her two ears, one brown, the other white, to listen attentively to everything I had to say. Her usual sparkling eyes glowed at the sound of my voice. When my sister was born, who else but Patches protected her from the bullies. If my some misfortune I broke a glass, my trusting companion would willing assume responsibility. her obvious dedication only made parting with her harder to bear.

When I was about 10, my family moved into a house whose backyard wasn't nearly large enough to contain a boisterous, frolicking dog. Sadly, we had to get rid of her. My cousin seemed like the best candidate because he owned a house by the lake with vast pieces of land that should be heaven for an energetic dog to romp in.

I can still remember her sad, multicolored face staring at me forlornly as she disappeared around the corner. The anguish in her eyes will be with me forever.

Since her new owner was my cousin, I saw her once or twice before she vanished. Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.

Until my dying day I shall always expect to see her splotchy face come trotting up my drive. I believe that, to this very day, she is still trying to find her way back to her true home. Because I have no proof she died, I continue to have faith. The picture is vivid in my mind: A gangly white dog, whose body attests to the long journey she has made, comes bounding up, bathing me in loving dog kisses.

tinuod gyud cguro ang trending yesterday sa yahoo na mentally ill si prince harry???

Quote from: Lollapalooza on January 23, 2013, 10:18:39 AM
bwahahaha ahak pod nimo Engr.. salamat sa concern

gipakatawa ra gani tka... enjoy ur day..

pag apmping gyud permi sa baha diha neth... yaw kompyansa bahala og salbabida ka

The Price


In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed".

The titles ranged for the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers". Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done In My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own hand writing. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!"

In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must look it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here.

Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't near to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper that my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word.

He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.

It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

The Price has been Paid by Him. All He asks for is Love.

How do I get to Heaven? How do I receive eternal Life?

Know these things to be true and biblical.........

1) Heaven is a free gift.

Rom 6:23 "The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is everlasting life through Jesus Christ our Lord."

2) Man is sinful...

Rom 3:23 "...For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."

...and cannot save himself.

Eph 2:8-9 "By God's grace are you saved through faith, it is not of yourselves, it is the gift of God, not of works lest any man should boast."

Prv 14:25 "There is a way which seems right to man, but in the end it leads to death."

3) God is a loving God...

1 John 1:14 "...God is love."

Jer. 33:3 "...for I have loved you with an everlasting love."

...but He is also holy and must punish sin.

Exodus "He will by no means clear the guilty."

4) This certain punishment for sin, in all of us, is solved in the person of Jesus Christ...

John 3:16 "For God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever should believe on Him should not perish but have everlasting life."

...who laid down His life as the perfect sacrifice to pay the penalty of sin for us all.

Isaiah 56 "All we like sheep have gone astray, each has gone his own way. But He laid on Him (Jesus) the iniquity of us all."

God's grace has been defined thusly: "GRACE"= God's Riches At Christ's Expense

The last words spoken by Christ on the cross were..."It is finished...the debt is paid"

How is this gift of eternal life received?

5) By placing your trust and faith in Jesus Christ as your personal savior.

What kind of faith is saving faith? Faith is not an intellectual ascent or understanding of the historical facts of the life of Jesus or that He was a man who walked the earth. Saving faith is also not a crisis faith, where you get in a jam and call on God for a temporary help...then when the crisis is over...so goes your dependence and need for God.

Saving faith is trusting in Jesus Christ alone for salvation and eternal life. Not your own good works or what you can do...but trusting in what Jesus Christ has already done and settled for all of eternity in the heart of the living God.

Rev. 2:19 Jesus said, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If any man hears my voice and opens the door...I will come in and dine with him and he with me." (Jesus will come in and become part of you by His Holy Spirit.)

What do you do now? Do you sincerely want to receive the gift of eternal life?

The Bible says..."If you believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord, you will be saved."..."For He (God) is faithful and just to forgive you of all sin."

All you have to do is pray this simple prayer...

Dear God, I am a sinner. I acknowledge that I cannot save myself. I thank you that you sent Jesus to die on a cross to pay the penalty for my sins. I believe that He is your Son and that he was resurrected from the dead. I believe that He is in Heaven now offering forgiveness. I open my heart and ask Jesus to come into my life as my Savior and my Lord. Thank you God. I ask this in the name of Christ Jesus. Amen.

If you sincerely prayed this prayer, you have everlasting life.

John 6:47...Jesus said, "Truly, Truly, I say unto you, he who believes on me has everlasting life"

Welcome to the family of believers. We are not perfect...just forgiven.

nice one doc..

Quote from: taga tigbao on January 22, 2013, 01:00:53 PM
Taa man ka Bay! Hahahahaha.

Si ATe Racquel na diri sa TB. Nag EB mi adto sa HNU kay mihapit man kos Bohol anang higajuna. Naa na nay asawa si ATe RAcquel with three lovely kids. One of the nicest and kindest person I have ever known, virtually and personally.

Aw sorry:)

thanks:)

pareson kaau;D

matud pa sa akong amigo nga minyo...
basta dako gani og kobra... tikangkang
basta gamay gani og kobra... tikongkong

kana... naay daghan ana diri..

wala naman ko kta baligya ana karon oi..

In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.

Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.

As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.

The peasant learned what many others never understand.
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition.

mao ni hairstyle angay sun-on  hi jenneth..

Quote from: Lollapalooza on January 21, 2013, 01:52:37 PM
bawal nakasimangot sa opis

yap, bawal jud... ang duka ra jud ang puedi...

aw ok... kissable lips man diay ka neth...

pa convert nalang sa islam..

AW OK.. Nice lips ha..

sakto gyud si madam CJ nga ang first ang nindot.... ayaw ng ikaduha kay mo lingin atong dagway...

Quote from: Lollapalooza on January 19, 2013, 07:31:47 PM


Panit lang ako ani... hheheheeh




okey ka lang?!?!?!

walay unay oi:)

ka klaro anah... ugma napud ha... gtg na kay ikog nako sa among company cge rako internet karon adlawa...

ganahan jud ko nimu oi kay luoran...

nikaon ea gani luod dayon... hehe

Quote from: Lollapalooza on January 17, 2013, 03:54:01 PM
unsa diay imong gusto?

kaklaro anah... ikaw..

Quote from: Lollapalooza on January 17, 2013, 03:50:40 PM
describe na lang nako.. taas nga babae, intsik, chubby pod gamay, gwapa

puedi ikaw nalang..

aw dili nalang bawal man kaha..

picture bah..

dalagang ulay???

ayaw nalag pangita paabuta nalang...

mao bitaw ganahan ko og maestra...

dili tanan oi.... promise!

nindot pagka estorya....

adjustable range diay ka neth... mao jud na akong ganahan sa usa babaye....
murag ingon ani bah..
My attitude is based on how you treat me.
in tagalog Ang aking ugali ay nakasalalay kung paano mo ako ILIBRE.

if love gyud diay nimu... imo gyud diay pakaslan bisan pa og naa nay anak....
hopefully naa pay magpakasal naku bisan og angkan naka...

bitaw noh... lingaw na kakuyog... bungisngis pud ka neth?

nganong bungisngis man jud... ikaw nalang d i..

human being akong ganahan.... kanang kusog mo agik-ik...

murag ingon anah jud labi na pareha ka sexy nimu;)

kahinumdum ko bah sa akong classmate pag high school about aning teacher...
nag kita baghuay lang kuyog iyang asawa..
iya ko gipa ila2x ingon dayon cya nako...
tives, akong asawa si argentina...
ingon pud... bai rome musta.. namninyo na diay ka..
tubag nya... uu tives bag-uhay pa...
tives: unsay trabaho niya bai may jud ka mamali dah..
jerome: teacher ni cya tives...
tives:asa cya nag teach......
jerome: teacher bah naa nay grade 1 daan....

haha angkan diay iyang asawa....

mutant na tungod nimu...
correction pud... office man diay...

office boy mansd ko... so, bagay ra... puedi maulaw??

dili naman ko tao karon oi sa dihang nahibaw-an nako na bagay ta...

dili ko oi anha ko nimu...

o mao na... lamian ko anah murag ikaw yummy...


Ang babae parang barbie … Pinaglalaruan, Pinagsasawaan at tinatapon!
Pero ang tunay na lalaki tulad ko … di naglalaro ng barbie lalo na pag chubby.

bitaw pareha sa akong daughter gwapa kaau ilang teacher aide layo ra kaau ilang teacher.... mayta pahawaon ang teacher, ang aide nalang mopuli...

OPO neth..

Ayoko sa ADMU, DLSU, FEU, AU, NU, CEU, MCU, PCU
Gusto ko maging SAU neth.

Justin Bieber's laptop and camera were stolen last Tuesday and now an alleged "Justin Bieber naked photo scandal" has been leaked online.


According to Justin Bieber himself on Twitter, his laptop and cam were stolen Tuesday night while he was having a show with fellow Canadian, "Call Me Maybe" singer Carly Rae Jepsen at the Tacoma Dome in Washington, USA.



"s-cks when u take personal footage and people dont respect your privacy," posted Justin Bieber on Twitter. "yesterday during the show me and my tour manager josh had some stuff stolen really sucks. People should respect other's property."


Justin Bieber added that he had lots of personal footage (probably videos with girlfriend Selena Gomez?). "I had lot of personal footage on that computer and camera and this is what bothers me the most.
#lame #norespect"


And now, this is probably what Justin Bieber is worrying about after his laptop was stolen.


A scandal photo allegedly of Justin Bieber is spreading online, which shows a fully naked guy with a bird tattoo on his hip holding his birdie in front of the camera.


As we all know, Bieber also has a bird tattoo on his left hip and the guy is also as skinny as the singer, but the face isn't shown in the photo.


If that's really Bieber, then probably it was taken before he had a crown tattoo on his right collarbone last August (just like the one in the photo above).


A blurred copy of the photo was posted on Ace Showbiz, but was later removed. Unblurred copies of it however have already circulated on the web upon checking via Google Images.


In a recent report by TMZ, Justin Bieber reportedly has denied that he's the guy in the photo. (Thanks that it's not him, 'coz I don't like the birdie's appearance.)


Meanwhile, a certain "gexwy" has opened an account on Twitter to allege that he has videos of Justin Bieber from the stolen laptop. He even posted there links to a Youtube account "gexwy yo" containing videos of the singer.


"good job with the password protected @justinbieber weak."


"@justinbieber notice us and answer your dms or we are going to put the other videos from the camera out!"


"@justinbieber i got your stupid dms. I dont think so. Gonna show the world. TOMORROW."


"TOMORROW, u've been warned. Should of listened @justinbieber."


A bit worried Justin Bieber responded to the tweets: "@gexwy no matter what you have and what you put tomorrow i know my fans wont leave me. screw it. #toostrong."


That's right Bieber! (Maybe, the fans will adore you more with your naked pics.)


@gexwy replied to Bieber's tweet and said that he/she will leak a video at noon tomorrow (early morning MLA time). "@justinbieber that is what u think. We will see tomorrow at NOON. Last chance and the rest of u can just shutup. U have no idea what i have and when u see tomorrow u will feel tomorrow."


The said Twitter account already has over 50,000 followers, who probably are waiting for his/her next tweet and see if he/she indeed has Justin Bieber scandal videos on-hand.


LATEST UPDATE: As promised, @gexwy posted on Twitter a link to a video about Justin Bieber, and it's a newly-uploaded music video of "Beauty and a Beat" feat. Bieber and Nicki Minaj. Watch!


Now I get it. It was all a publicity stunt. That exchange of tweets between @justinbieber and @gexwy was staged and planned.


So Justin Bieber's stolen laptop and naked photo are nothing but a publicity to create buzz for his new music video? Nice one.


Read more: http://allanistheman.blogspot.com/2012/10/Justin-Bieber-Scandal-Nude-Photos-Are-Just-Publicity-Stunt.html#ixzz2ID2g3IXl

yes ma'am....

kahinumdum man pud ta ani during school days pa nato... inig pamauli
mag pray dayon ta then moingon...

goodbye teacher jenneth...
goodbye classmates
goodbye sweepers....
c u tomorrow...

gitik-gitik mansad na ang pick up lines... tan awa nakilig ka:)

Paano mo nahahanap ang true love mo
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it's a big no gyud basta kindergarten imong gitudluan... but it's a big yes gyud basta college studs ang gitudluan.... sila paman gani mag una2x usahay, may gani wala jud ko padala

tagaan unta cya og chance.. maybe that time she badly need that work para mo survive aning kalibutana... let's not bring the past back anymore nalang gud.... mas ato hinuon cyang e-appreciate kay bisan og ingon ato iyang work sauna naningkot cya nga makagawas ato og nahimu ng teacher karon...

welcome neth... teacher man diay ka noh.... ako pud nakasuway og teach college student lang.... nagamit akong experience sa Masteral, bisan og kadiyot ra to kay substitute ra ko sa instructor nga na digrasya, daghan ko og nakat-unan unya nakaingon pud ko nga dili ko angayan mag maestro kay dali man ko ma in love sa akong estudyante oi..

Becoming a teacher - Are you qualified?


The Good Lord was creating teachers. It was his 6th day of 'overtime' and He knew that this was a tremendous responsibility for teachers would touch the lives of so many impressionable young children. An angel appeared to Him and said, "You are taking a long time to figure this one out".

"Yes," said the Lord, "but have you read the specs on this order?"

Teacher

Must stand above all students, yet be on their level

Must be able to do 180 things not connected with the subjects being taught


Must run on coffee and leftovers


Must communicate vital knowledge to all students daily and be right most of the time


Must have more time for others than for themselves


Must have a smile that can endure pay cuts, problematic children and worried parents


Must go on teaching when parents question every move and others aren't supportive


Must have 6 pairs of hands

"Six pairs of hands," said the angel, "that's impossible".

"Well," said the Lord, "it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that are presenting the most difficulty!"

The angel looked incredulous, "Three pairs of eyes… on a standard model?"

The Lord nodded his head, "One pair can see a student for what he is and not what others have labeled him as. Another pair of eyes is in the back of the teacher's head to see what shouldn't be seen, but what must be known. The eyes in the front are only to look at the child as he/she 'acts out' in order to reflect, "I understand and believe I still believe in you", without so much as saying a word to the child."

"Lord," said the angel, "this is a very large project and I think you should work on it tomorrow".

"I can't", said the Lord, "for I have come very close to creating something much like Myself. I have one that comes to work when he/she is sick… teaches a class of students that don't want to learn… has a special place in his/her heart for children who aren't their own… understands the struggles of those who have difficulty… never takes the students for granted… "

The angel looked closely at the model the Lord was creating. "It's too soft-hearted," said the angel.

"Yes", said the Lord, "but also tough. You can't imagine what this teacher can endure or do, if necessary".

"Can this teacher think?" asked the angel.

"Not only think," said the Lord, "but reason and compromise".

The angel came closer to have a better look at the model and ran his finger over the teacher's cheek. "Well Lord," said the angel, "your job looks fine, but there's a leak. I told you that you were putting too much into this model. You can't imagine the stress that will be placed upon the teacher."

The Lord moved closer and lifted the drop of moisture from the teacher's cheek. It shone and glistened in the light. "It's not a leak," He said, "It's a tear".

"A tear? What's that?" asked the angel, "What is a tear for?"

The Lord replied with great thought, "It's for the joy and pride of seeing a child accomplish even the smallest task. It's for the loneliness of children who have a hard time to fit in and it's for the compassion for the feelings of their parents. It comes from the pain of not being able to reach some children and the disappointment those children feels in themselves. It comes often when a teacher has been with a class for a year and must say goodbye to those students and get ready to welcome a new class."

"My," said the angel, "the tear is a great idea… you're a genius!!"

The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there…"

In life we can be hit with rocks so big, leaving us bruises and scars so deep, that one can barely get up. With every hit one falls, but God always catches us. He pulls those rocks off us and helps us by walking with us hand in hand.

Life will be filled with tests and hardships. I call them storms - storms that can consume so much of our being, storms that leave us holding on with all our might, struggling not to let go, struggling to survive.

Some of us get tested harder than others but the strong ones who live through these storms are the ones who come out victorious. There is an amazing feeling that comes with the victory of strength, perseverance, determination and most of all loyalty to God. With each fall… with each hit…a lesson is learned. With each lesson comes growth. With growth comes maturity. We learn not to regret the hardship, but to be thankful for it. Because of it we become better for it.

We must not look back at our past mistakes. We have to take those mistakes as part of our journey for a better future. We must embrace those experiences and allow them to mold us into the best we can be. No one knows what life will bring. Each day will come with it's own challenges, but we must be strong believing that God will get us through. Remembering his promise for our eternal peace and happiness.

pasensya sa lang gamay kay nag honeymoon pa ang web master...

You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world's problems at once but don't ever underestimate the importance you can have because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.

Fishball ka ba? Ang sarap mong tuhugin eh!:)

Sana scientist ako, para ikaw naman ang lab ko....

Neth, Magic lamp ka ba? Sige nga, pahimas!

Quote from: Lollapalooza on January 15, 2013, 04:28:23 PM
ahahahahha... you mean dili diay ka straight? hehehe hilig guro ka ug biglang liko... hehe jowks

usahay ra oi... sweto lage ka og biglang liko??

Neth, para kang rebond, nagawa mo kong straight!”

Musician ka ba? Tumataas nota ko sa yo eh..