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Cross In My Pocket

Cross Since the Catholic world will be observing Ash Wednesday on February 6, let me be a little religious this time.  I got this cross in my wallet since the time I could no longer recollect.  I did not purchase it for myself and I could no longer remember who gave it to me.

It’s been a small religious security blanket of some sort, which I could not explain in words why I have it and still chose to have it.  Last January 28 while counting my money inside my wallet I noticed that the cross is broken so I hurriedly have it fixed with glue.  The tiny cross is attached to a small card in which I never thought a note was written at the back.  While fixing the cross, I read what was written which precisely rendered the reason why I have it in my wallet.  Hook line and sinker, it states…

“I carry a cross in my pocket, a simple reminder to me of the fact that I am a Christian, no matter where I may be.  This little cross is not magic.  Nor is it a good luck charm.  It isn’t meant to protect me, from every physical harm.  It’s not for identification for all the world to see.  It’s simply an understanding between my Savior and me.  When I put my hand in my pocket to bring out a coin or key, the cross is there to remind me of the price He paid for me.  It reminds me, too, to be thankful for my blessings day by day and to strive to serve Him better in all that I do and say.  It’s also a daily reminder of the peace and comfort I share with all who know my Master and give themselves to His care.  So, I carry a cross in my pocket reminding no one but me that Jesus Christ is Lord of my life if only I’ll let Him be.”

God Bless everyone!

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Nokia_2  At present, I own a Nokia N73 music edition model.  My cell phone now is not the latest neither the oldest Nokia model but it is not just my communication device.  I use it also as….

  • A calendar
  • A phone book
  • A watch
  • An alarm clock
  • A to-do-list reminder
  • A blog-to-write-about reminder
  • A phone
  • A digital camera
  • A video camera
  • A radio
  • An mp3 player
  • A TV
  • A gaming device
  • An internet browser
  • A calculator
  • A personal past event tracker
  • An audio recorder
  • A photo album
  • A grocery list note pad
  • An alternative pen & paper
  • A paper weight
  • A mirror
  • A brain extender
  • A security measure device (when in doubt inside a cab, I would usually text the name of the taxi and its number to a friend or a relative)
  • A wisdom provider and spirit booster (thanks to those who text me those precious stories and quotations)

Wais di ba?!  

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A Jeepney Ride

Jeep One Sunday afternoon I took a jeepney ride on my way home after shopping, lunch and a haircut at SM Mall of Asia.  The jeep was full packed my knees would hit the corpulent man’s knees in front of me.

The events inside the jeep were a usual scenario.  Folks handling over the payment of other folks seated at the back, lovers whispering nonsense to each other, teenagers texting, a mother seating her child on her lap so that the kiddo would have a free ride and so on.

A chubby lady with fake eyebrows beside me wearing an all black dress and a colorful scarf around her waist spoke in straight English saying, “Will you hand over my payment?” I was stunned and yet still took the coins in her hand and handed it over to the driver saying in Tagalog, “Mama bayad daw po.”  The lady then said to the driver in commanding voice and again in straight English, “I’ll alight at the shed area.”

Everybody inside the jeepney looked at her but the driver did not seem to hear what she said.  When the jeepney was already passing the shed area along EDSA, the puffed-up lady spoke in louder voice, “Mister, I said shed area! I told you I will go down at the shed area!” but still the driver does not seem to hear her for he did not stop from driving.

Everybody inside the jeep was looking at her dazed and puzzled.  In her even louder voice, Her Highness shouted “Shed areaaaa! I said shed area!” but the jeepney was still running and was already 50 meters away from the shed area.

I was chuckling and trying to control my laughter.  I did not want to speak and do not want to translate in Tagalog whatever she was saying for I was enjoying every moment of it.  Then suddenly a man seated at the back spoke in a not so loud voice said “para” which the driver obviously heard for he stopped at the nearest corner.  Being seated at the backmost portion, the man was able to alight the vehicle almost instantly.  Then the jeepney started to run again giving no chance for the overweight lady to stand and get out of the jeepney.

I failed to control from laughing when the snooty lady shouted in clear Tagalog language. “Mama! Para! Itigil mo na ang jeep! Bababa na ako!”  That’s the time the driver understood her, heard her and got startled.  He immediately put the vehicle to a stop and let the chubby lady get off the vehicle.

But before the high and mighty lady got off her seat, she again spoke furiously to the driver in English saying, “I will mark your plate!”  The driver just looked at her with an unruffled face and did not seem to comprehend.  The driver looked at me and asked, “Ano daw?”  That was the time I gave in to a very loud laugh.

The lady descended the jeepney, looked at the vehicle’s plate number then turned around while gnashing her teeth.  I answered the driver telling him, “Wala po.  Salamat daw.”  Then the driver smiled and continued with his driving.

Lesson of the story: ilagay ang pagpapa-sosyal sa tamang lugar para tumigil ang jeep sa tamang lugar.

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My Cellphone Won!

Today, I received a terrible text message….

“D’AUDITORS of PHIL. CHARITY FOUNDATION inform you that your CELFON WON P950,000 2nd prize winner, draw last JAN. 09, 2008.  PLS CALL ME NOW I’M ALFRED A. CHUA.”

Whoever texted me this message must be insane.  I did not win but my cellphone did?!  As far as I can remember, my cellphone did not join any raffle.  I did not call of course.  Since my cellphone was the one who won then I will let my cellphone call him.  The thing is my cellphone do not have a cellphone for it to call this brainless Mr. Chua.

Manloloko lang engot pa!

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