The first time we met, I could see
That you and I, were meant to be
Your eyes were so gentle, your smile so true
When you first held my hand, I just knew.
Now the time has gone by, through laughter and tears
These days I shall cherish, for years upon years
Those memories we have, shall never fade
For those are the steps, that we have made.
That was the past, the future is near
I anxiously wait, for what will appear.
New homes, more laughter, and children so dear
Everything will be wonderful, as long as you’re near. ♥
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET
As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak
with you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.
I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.
"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"
She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will
be."
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak
with you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.
I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.
"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"
She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will
be."
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
CREDITS TO THE OWNER.
COPYRIGHT UNINTENDED.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
She Sings and Raps, She's @MyJaps
Melody is something worth listening
Rhythm is best for our hearing
Tone is pleasant when it's not irritating
And that is why Julie Anne is singing.
She kicks, she picks and she raps
She sings so fine as people claps
She's kind, she's jolly and she laughs
That's why I really love @MyJaps
Since childhood, singing is her forte
And she is being loved by everybody
I've met her before and I'm so lucky
My macho idol, Julie Anne San Jose!
Fan-Art Entry for Party Pilipinas :)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
The Closer, The Better!
March 31, 2012 -
I woke up early this day, decided to go to school just to see grades and ask the office for my brother who is an incoming Freshmen. Like what I always do, I visit the church just before heading inside the school. I entered the gate and saw the door of the church closed because it is noon time. So, I stood outside in the front of the church, and there I prayed:
"Goodmorning Po God. Thank You Po sa mga blessings at sensya na po sa mga maling nagagawa ko. Please forgive me. Sana Po tama ang desisyon na ginawa ko sa hindi pagtanggap ng offer, alam ko po may mas magandang paraan at may balak ka po para sakin. Ingatan mo po ang pamilya ko, relatives, friends at ang mahal ko. God, I am asking for one blessing po. Thanks :)"
After praying, I started walking to go to school. While walking, I am thinking of that one blessing. Wishing there is, because after a semester of studying while being a student aide, so hard. Until I reached the school. Did not so good because I just went there for less than half of an hour. I went out of home for an hour only, so I decided to walk on my way home, it is quite distant from school to home.
As I walk, I am reminiscing and thinking of some things. Some plans. Then, I went to another church. Again, I am unable to enter for they are fixing the venue for the Holy Week. So I entered the gate and prayed outside. I prayed:
"God thank you po sa blessings. Ingatan mo po sana pamilya ko, kaibigan at mahal ko kagaya ho ng lagi kong dinadasal sa inyo. Salamat po, paalam."
Soonafter, I went to the bakeshop to buy my mom her favorite bread which I bought her before. It is served for a family though it cost much but it is okay. Just for her and my family to eat. Then, still walked until I reached my home. I gave the bread to my mom and suddenly opened the computer.
Logging in to FB & Twitter, my favorites. Posted status and tweeted some.. Then got bored. Suddenly, a tweet from Close Up Philippines (@CloseupPH) appeared telling that I won on their promo because I made my part to help them earn Views on their new Ad on YouTube. The prize is to have an exclusive seats on Party Pilipinas by the next day already. I am very very glad, but I am slight sad because I don't know who to invite because along with the promo is +1 friend. Think, think, and think. If my sister wants it, I will. My sister is still asleep so I can't confirm it yet to closeup.
Until, my sister woke up and said we will go. I sent an Email to Close Up in the afternoon and gets no response, I stayed online until I had their response. Hooray. I already know how. :)
Getting ready, slept. ZzZzZzZ
April 1, 2012 - Went to Manila, GMA Studio 7 for Party Pilipinas. We were too early, we waited more than 2 hours before we entered the studio. Anyway, at least we had entered. Inside, the staffs don't know where the winners of Close Up will sit, they pointed in many directions where we can seat. So we approached Mega Unciano and he gave us the ideal front seats. great! :D
Party Pilipinas started as my sister and I claps shouts and taking pictures. My sister enjoyed more than I, but it is okay with me because in the first place, I went to Party Pilipinas because of her. Until, Party Pilipinas ended and we went back to our home in Pampanga.
While heading home, I thought of the blessing that I asked from God. I knew that our trip is already the blessing, and Close Up became the instrument of God to give it to me. I m very grateful of what happened. Such a blessing! God really listens to our prayers. Imagine, Nanalangin ako nung umalis ng bahay at binigay niya kagad kauwi ko ng bahay! Oh db. I Love You God! Laus Deo Semper! :)
Close Up has this phrase, "The Closer, The Better". It is really BETTER because we have front seats, we are CLOSER to the artists and the stage. However, this is more important.
"The Closer to God, the Better Life is."
Now, masaya na ko at nailagay ko na ito sa aking blog.
Thanks to CLOSE UP PH & Party Pilipinas! :) Sa uulitin, di ko tatanggihan yan :)
"Goodmorning Po God. Thank You Po sa mga blessings at sensya na po sa mga maling nagagawa ko. Please forgive me. Sana Po tama ang desisyon na ginawa ko sa hindi pagtanggap ng offer, alam ko po may mas magandang paraan at may balak ka po para sakin. Ingatan mo po ang pamilya ko, relatives, friends at ang mahal ko. God, I am asking for one blessing po. Thanks :)"
After praying, I started walking to go to school. While walking, I am thinking of that one blessing. Wishing there is, because after a semester of studying while being a student aide, so hard. Until I reached the school. Did not so good because I just went there for less than half of an hour. I went out of home for an hour only, so I decided to walk on my way home, it is quite distant from school to home.
As I walk, I am reminiscing and thinking of some things. Some plans. Then, I went to another church. Again, I am unable to enter for they are fixing the venue for the Holy Week. So I entered the gate and prayed outside. I prayed:
"God thank you po sa blessings. Ingatan mo po sana pamilya ko, kaibigan at mahal ko kagaya ho ng lagi kong dinadasal sa inyo. Salamat po, paalam."
Soonafter, I went to the bakeshop to buy my mom her favorite bread which I bought her before. It is served for a family though it cost much but it is okay. Just for her and my family to eat. Then, still walked until I reached my home. I gave the bread to my mom and suddenly opened the computer.
Logging in to FB & Twitter, my favorites. Posted status and tweeted some.. Then got bored. Suddenly, a tweet from Close Up Philippines (@CloseupPH) appeared telling that I won on their promo because I made my part to help them earn Views on their new Ad on YouTube. The prize is to have an exclusive seats on Party Pilipinas by the next day already. I am very very glad, but I am slight sad because I don't know who to invite because along with the promo is +1 friend. Think, think, and think. If my sister wants it, I will. My sister is still asleep so I can't confirm it yet to closeup.
Until, my sister woke up and said we will go. I sent an Email to Close Up in the afternoon and gets no response, I stayed online until I had their response. Hooray. I already know how. :)
Getting ready, slept. ZzZzZzZ
April 1, 2012 - Went to Manila, GMA Studio 7 for Party Pilipinas. We were too early, we waited more than 2 hours before we entered the studio. Anyway, at least we had entered. Inside, the staffs don't know where the winners of Close Up will sit, they pointed in many directions where we can seat. So we approached Mega Unciano and he gave us the ideal front seats. great! :D
Party Pilipinas started as my sister and I claps shouts and taking pictures. My sister enjoyed more than I, but it is okay with me because in the first place, I went to Party Pilipinas because of her. Until, Party Pilipinas ended and we went back to our home in Pampanga.
While heading home, I thought of the blessing that I asked from God. I knew that our trip is already the blessing, and Close Up became the instrument of God to give it to me. I m very grateful of what happened. Such a blessing! God really listens to our prayers. Imagine, Nanalangin ako nung umalis ng bahay at binigay niya kagad kauwi ko ng bahay! Oh db. I Love You God! Laus Deo Semper! :)
Close Up has this phrase, "The Closer, The Better". It is really BETTER because we have front seats, we are CLOSER to the artists and the stage. However, this is more important.
"The Closer to God, the Better Life is."
Now, masaya na ko at nailagay ko na ito sa aking blog.
Thanks to CLOSE UP PH & Party Pilipinas! :) Sa uulitin, di ko tatanggihan yan :)
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Danum
Ing Kekatang Danum
O Jo, atin ku sa’ng buring sabyan keka
Buri kung abalu mu ing maulaga
Pag minum kang danum, ing biye kumaba ya
Tutu ing sasabyan ku, maniwala ka.
Ing panawun tamu ngeni, mapali ng madalas
Etana aiwasan ing mipapawas
Banta ing katawan ali ya tumakas,
Minum kang danum banta eka kumupas.
Ing global warming pane ya keng balita
Oneng sobrang pali ing ramdam ning madla
Atin pa pin akwa na ng manimutla
Minum na kang danum, basu labinlima.
Ing danum, dala na ka king kaligtasan
Ali kalupa reng alwang iinuman
Mikasala ka mu king sobrang tagayan
Ing alak ampo softdrinks, enaka sopan.
Ikayu pu ing kakung pigaganakan
Masanting nung mayap tamu kalagayan
Masanting nang miwas bayu me pa ulwan
Minum ta na mung danum, Ikatamu ngan!
Fernando Zablan Jr.
Venessa Joy Barro
Holy Angel University
O Jo, atin ku sa’ng buring sabyan keka
Buri kung abalu mu ing maulaga
Pag minum kang danum, ing biye kumaba ya
Tutu ing sasabyan ku, maniwala ka.
Ing panawun tamu ngeni, mapali ng madalas
Etana aiwasan ing mipapawas
Banta ing katawan ali ya tumakas,
Minum kang danum banta eka kumupas.
Ing global warming pane ya keng balita
Oneng sobrang pali ing ramdam ning madla
Atin pa pin akwa na ng manimutla
Minum na kang danum, basu labinlima.
Ing danum, dala na ka king kaligtasan
Ali kalupa reng alwang iinuman
Mikasala ka mu king sobrang tagayan
Ing alak ampo softdrinks, enaka sopan.
Ikayu pu ing kakung pigaganakan
Masanting nung mayap tamu kalagayan
Masanting nang miwas bayu me pa ulwan
Minum ta na mung danum, Ikatamu ngan!
Fernando Zablan Jr.
Venessa Joy Barro
Holy Angel University
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Ligaya keng Basu
Tune ating ligaya keng basung aaldukan
Maglako yang pagal at kasakitan
Ing biye tamu midudugtungan
Ing danum talaga agyu na yan!
Ing danum pu, dakal ya asaup kekatamu
Yang magpagana keng kekatang pangatawu
Nung ala ing danum syempre mate tamu
Kaya pin painuman naka tamu ning Ginu.
Balu mu ba keng magbayung klima
Msanting nung minum danum, basung labinlima
King pali ning singo ning aldong masala
Nung kulang ka basa, lunto kang maputla
Deng tawung mapanalang basung mikilaman
Malinis la bituka at kalamnan
Mibabawas la pa sakit a isip-isipan
King lugud ning Ginu, ala kang probleman
Nung eka bisang mabaknal, minum ka
Nung bisa kang mipasno, minum ka
Nung buri mu kumabye pa’t lumigaya
Dakal tamung danum, sige minum ka.
Maglako yang pagal at kasakitan
Ing biye tamu midudugtungan
Ing danum talaga agyu na yan!
Ing danum pu, dakal ya asaup kekatamu
Yang magpagana keng kekatang pangatawu
Nung ala ing danum syempre mate tamu
Kaya pin painuman naka tamu ning Ginu.
Balu mu ba keng magbayung klima
Msanting nung minum danum, basung labinlima
King pali ning singo ning aldong masala
Nung kulang ka basa, lunto kang maputla
Deng tawung mapanalang basung mikilaman
Malinis la bituka at kalamnan
Mibabawas la pa sakit a isip-isipan
King lugud ning Ginu, ala kang probleman
Nung eka bisang mabaknal, minum ka
Nung bisa kang mipasno, minum ka
Nung buri mu kumabye pa’t lumigaya
Dakal tamung danum, sige minum ka.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
I wanna know when to die.
I wanna know when to die
Although I don't know why
At least I'll cherish how time will fly
And to bid my loved ones a goodbye.
To the girl I love, I want to confess
I want her to know she's the best
She stands out among the rest
Oh God, before I die I want to confess.
To the girls I loved before, Thank you
You made me feel you love me too
Though in the end, we're all through
God has a reason why I'm not with you.
To my friends, I'm very very glad
You're the best friends I ever had
Never mind the days we got mad
Let's be grateful we met 'coz of God.
To those who think I am an enemy
I just want to say I just wanna be happy
What makes me happy is good for everybody
I guess, it's something that you cannot see.
To my family I thank you very much
I'll spend with you last hours of the watch
For the understandings you gave I was touched
Please forgive me, earlier as such.
To my Lord, God the highest
I am done doing your test
Send me to heaven, there I can rest
I'm happy to serve you though my life is less.
To everyone who became part of my life
To someone who I thought would be my wife
To anyone who wanted to point me a knife
This time I'll lie, I won't say i'll lose my life.
I wanna know when to die
My Lord, please explain to them why
Don't let my memories with them to fly
Make them accept why I bid goodbye.
Although I don't know why
At least I'll cherish how time will fly
And to bid my loved ones a goodbye.
To the girl I love, I want to confess
I want her to know she's the best
She stands out among the rest
Oh God, before I die I want to confess.
To the girls I loved before, Thank you
You made me feel you love me too
Though in the end, we're all through
God has a reason why I'm not with you.
To my friends, I'm very very glad
You're the best friends I ever had
Never mind the days we got mad
Let's be grateful we met 'coz of God.
To those who think I am an enemy
I just want to say I just wanna be happy
What makes me happy is good for everybody
I guess, it's something that you cannot see.
To my family I thank you very much
I'll spend with you last hours of the watch
For the understandings you gave I was touched
Please forgive me, earlier as such.
To my Lord, God the highest
I am done doing your test
Send me to heaven, there I can rest
I'm happy to serve you though my life is less.
To everyone who became part of my life
To someone who I thought would be my wife
To anyone who wanted to point me a knife
This time I'll lie, I won't say i'll lose my life.
I wanna know when to die
My Lord, please explain to them why
Don't let my memories with them to fly
Make them accept why I bid goodbye.
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