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The 4 WIVES: An inspirational Story

Sunday, October 28, 2012 Posted by Glenn 0 comments


There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies.He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and infact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be

Thus, he asked the 4th wife,"I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying,will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife andshe walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?""No!"replied the 3rd wife."Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife,"Ialways turned to you for helpand you've always helped meout. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"

'Every man and woman has four wives or husbands. What do these wives signify?'

*THE FOURTH WIFE
The 4th 'wife' is our body. We love our body day and night. In the morning, we wash our face, put on clothing and shoes. We give food to our body. We take care of our body like the fourth wife in this story. But unfortunately, at the end of our life, the body, the first 'wife' cannot follow us to the next world. As it is stated in a commentary, 'When the last breath leaves our body, the healthy color of the face is transformed, and we lose the appearance of radiant life. Our loved ones may gather around and lament, but to no avail. When such an event occurs, the body is sent into an open field and cremated, leaving only the white ashes.'This is the destination of our body.

 *THE THIRD WiFE
Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

*THE SECOND WiFE
The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

*THE FiRST WiFE
The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.

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Jeepney True Story

Friday, February 3, 2012 Posted by Glenn 0 comments

BRACE YOURSELF FIRST BEFORE READING IT! ^_^
NOTE: THE BEST TO! I WOULD DO THE SAME THING IF I WERE THE POSTER HERE!
I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM, BUT IM GONNA REPOST THIS HERE ANYWAY.


I just wanna share my experience awhile ago. It happened in a jeepney routing from Santolan to Sta. Lucia East Mall. I always look for a jeepney with few people inside because I'm shy if I'm alone. This time I'm going ho

me alone ( which happens once every 1000 years ) and my first instinct is to find the jeepney with the fewest boarder. Outside the Santolan Lrt Station waits a lot of jeepney, and so Am I looking for the loneliest one. A couple of steps and Voila I found it, a poor little empty jeepney ( HAHAHA ). I sit beside the driver so that I can play psp (Patapon 3 XD) easily. Minutes pass, the jeep is half full, I also noticed that the driver is always rubbing his tummy ( the same thing we do when we are hungry), but I don't mind that, what happened next makes me care.

The jeep is full and ready to go, and this is the time when we will give our fares, every person that gives him their fare he always says "Thank You" twice or trice per person, AS IN PER PERSON, I am beside him so I noticed it and I think I am the only one who noticed it. We got stuck in a traffic jam in Ligaya, that time I'm not giving my fare yet because I'm playing psp. Curiosity strikes and I ask him a question
and besides he looks like a good guy.
"Boss, bakit ka thank you ng thank you kanina pag may nagbabayad?"
he answered
"kasi itong mga baryang to ang bubuhay sa anak ko"
I don't understand that easily and so we make some more conversation
Me:"May sakit boss?"
Driver:"Oo anak meron, leukemia"
I stay silent after I heard that, I turn off the psp and look somewhere else because in other words e nakaka awa pero mas naawa ako lalo ng makita ko ang tatlong picture na naka clip sa left side mirror right side mirror at yung mirror sa taas ng ulo ko. I know how to drive so that I know that you will always look in that mirrors every second while you are driving, ALWAYS. And now I know why he always rub his tummy. It makes my eye teary but I'm a man so I fight it ( ^_^ ). I get my fare, 100 pesos na buo and give it to him.
"Boss Sta.Lucia lang, isa"
as soon as I gave the money he count some coins for my change and that same time I said
"Hindi na boss ok lang kunin mo na po yan" sabay ngiti. And there again I hear the thousand thank you from him.
Not aware of the other passengers, may mga hindi pa pala nagbabayad. And after what I did they also gave their fares, 100 pesos 200 pesos 50 pesos and I also saw 500 pesos na mga buo, and they all give that to him. I just smiled to them, turn on my psp and start playing again...

That completes my day...teary eyes here..

and ow the one in the picture is not him...I just want you to visualize it.. :))

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Kwento ng isang Pokpok

Thursday, June 2, 2011 Posted by Glenn 1 comments

Tingin ng mga kapit-bahay ko puta daw ako. Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon. Ang bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito, na-leche ang kinabukasan ko.
Tara! Makinig ka muna sa kwento ko, yosi muna tayo.
Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin, nagka-gusto, naakit. Ang hirap pag lahat sa iyo virgin eh. Tinanggap ko naman silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginanto. Masakit alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na kasi di sila taga-rito. Siguro talagang ganoon. Lalo na yung malilibog na foreigners ang nag-pyesta sa katawan ko, na-rape ako.
Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinaka-huli ang di ko malilimutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto ang mga nangyari , hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Tinulungan nya kasi akong makalimutan yung mga sadistang Hapon at Cono. Ah kase, ibang-iba ang hagod nya. Umiikot ang mundo ko sa tuwing ginagamit nya ako. Ibang klase siya mag-sorry, lalo pa at kinupkop niya ako at ang mga naging anak ko.
Parating ang dami naming regalo! May chocolates, yosi! Ano ka! May datung pa! nakakabaliw siya, alam kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero pagamit naman ako ng pagamit.Sa kanya naming natutunan mag-Ingles, di lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa! Hanggang ngayon, sa tuwing mabigat ang problema ko, siya ang tinatakbuhan ko. Yun nga lang, lahat ng bagay may kapalit. Nung kinasama ko siya, guminhawa ang buhay naming. Sosyal na sosyal kami.
Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko’y napapamahal na ako sa kanya. Akala ko tuloy-tuloy na kaligayahan namin, yun pala unti-unti niya akong pinapatay. Putang-ina! Sa dami ng lason na isinasaksak niya sa katawan ko, muntik na akong malaspag. Ang daming nagsabi na ang tanga tanga ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa tulong ng mga anak ko. Napalayas ko ang animal pero ang hirap magsimula. Masyado na kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na lubog na kami sa utang. Kulang ata pati kaluluwa naming para ibayad sa mga inutang namin.
Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda ang buhay namin. Ayun, mga nasa Japan, Hong Kong, Saudi ang mga anak ko. Yung iba nag-US, Europe. Yung iba ayaw umalis sa akin. Halos lahat, wala naman silbi. Masaya daw sa piling ko, maski na amoy usok ako.
Sa dami ng anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan ang kalagayan naming, siya din ang dami na ng mga anak ko na nanamantala sa kabuhayan at kayamanan na itinabi ko para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming lahat. Dumating ang panahon na din a kami halos makaahon sa hirap ng buhay. Napakahirap dahil nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at sarap.
Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga anak ko, ang tuluyang sisira sa akin. Napaka-sakit tanggapin na malinlang. Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging kasama sa buhay sa mga lalaki na ipinakilala ng mga anak ko. Hindi pala. Ang tanga ko talaga! Binugaw ako ng sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta at pansamantalang ginhawa na nais nilang matamasa.
Wala akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa aking mga anak. Wala akong ibang yaman kundi ang ganda ko. Pinagamit ng pinagamit ko ang sarili ko, basta maginhawa lang ang mga anak ko.
Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapit-bahay ko. May nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naawa. Puta na kasi ang isang magandang tulad ko.
Alam mo, gusto ko sanang tumigil sa pagpuputa kaso ang laki talaga ng letseng utang ko eh. Palaki ng palaki. Kulang na kulang. Paano na lang ang mga anak kong naiwan sa aking punyetang poder? Hindi na importante kung laspagin man ang ganda ko, madama ko lang ang pagmamahal ng mga anak ko. Malaman nila na gagawin ko ang lahat para sa kanila.
Sa tuwing tititngin ako sa salamin, alam ko maganda pa din ako. Madami pa din ang bilib sa akin. Napag-uusapan pa din. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mukha ko sa salamin, nakikita ko ang mga anak ko. Tutulo na ang luha ko ng di namamalayan. Ang gagaling ng mga anak ko, namamayagpag kahit saan sila pumunta. Mahusay sa kahit anong gawin. Tama man o mali. Proud ako sa kanila. Kaso sila, kabaligtaran ang nararamdaman para sa akin.
Sa dami ng mga anak ko. Iilan lang ang may malasakit sa akin. May malasakit man, nahihilaw. Ni di nga ako kinikilalang ina. Halos lahat sila galit sa isat-isa. Walang gusting magtulungan, naghihilahan pa.ang dami ko ng pasakit na tiniis pero walang sasakit pa nung sarili kong mga anak ang nagbugaw sa akin. Kinapital ang laspag na ganda ko. Masyado silang nasanay sa sarap ng buhay. Minsan sa pagtingin ko sa salamin, ni hindi ko na nga kilala sarili ko.
Ilang buwan na lang Pasko na, sana maalala naman ako ng mga anak ko. Pagkatapos ng Pasko ay Bagong Taon naman. Natatakot ako sa taong darating. Ngayon pa lang usap-usapan na ang susunod na pagbubugaw ng ilan sa mga anak ko. Sana may magtanggol naman sa akin, ipaglaban naman nila ako. Gusto kong isigaw: “INA NINYO AKO! MAHALIN NYO NAMAN AKO!!!”
Sige, dumadrama na ako, masisira na ang make-up ko nito eh. Salamat ha, pinakinggan mo ako.
Ay sorri, di ko nasabi pangalan ko.

PILIPINAS nga pala


-isang napakagandang kwento mula sa : NAMAYAN

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