the colors of friends

Friends come in many colors. 


“Green color Friend" :D

One who sees the positive 
and puts hope in everything


"Blue color Friend" : ;)
Color of the sea and the sky...
Friend who brings Peace and serenity


“Yellow color Friend" :
Color of the Sun...
Friend who makes us laugh,
and shows us a star when we are sad.

“Red color Friend” :

One who reminds us of the rules in life, 
but encourages us to change, with warm loving words

Ha! the 
“Orange color Friend"

Enhances our spirit with new energy ,
with loving vitamins to help us grow


The “Grey Color Friend” ? 
One who teaches us silence:
to reflect and interiorize 
helping to know ourselves and others better.

The “Purple color Friend”

Color of the noble ones, :o
will help us learn true authority 
and wisdom of heart. 

The “Brown color Friend” :

Might help us to step down of false illusions, 
and come down to Earth,
to the reality of daily simple true living.


And our “ White color Friend” 

One who will help us discover 
the wisdom hidden to be learnt 
within any of our experiences.

If we gather
All our Friends in
A BIG MEETING
We will discover
A rain-bow
of Love ! 


Thank You for Being Such a Colorful Friend

Trials are NOT the Reason to GIVE UP

"The main end of life is not to do but to become," F. B. Meyer said. And for this we are being prepared everyday. As silver is refined by fire, the heart is often refined in the furnace of sadness. The psalmist in his sorrow, "We went through fire" (Psalm 66:12).

The refining process may be very painful, but it will not destroy us, for the Refiner sits by the furnace tending the flame. He will not allow us to be tried beyond our endurance; it is for our good.

We may not understand why we have to endure such misery year after year. The ordeal seems endless and pointless. Our days are wasted, or so it appears. We feel as if we are doing nothing of lasting significance.

But God is doing what matters - we are being refined. He is placing us into a crucible in which we acquire PATIENCE, MEEKNESS, HUMILITY, COMPASSION and the other "quiet" virtues our souls naturally lack.

So don't be afraid and don't fret. Your present trial, as painful as it may be, has been screened through God's wisdom and love. The Refiner sits beside the crucible tempering the flames, monitoring the process, waiting patiently until his face is mirrored in the surface.

THE FIRES OF TESTING CAN PRODUCE A SHINING TESTIMONY.

A Touching Story

A touching story and a good reminder : "Take time to appreciate what 

you 

have now."

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the 

supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy 

earlier. 

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself," It is 

going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go. 

Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I 

wish I 

could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to 

curse 

the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive 

toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years 

old, pressing a doll against his chest. 

He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I 

wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old 

woman 

next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy 

this doll, my dear." 

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look 

around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to 

give this doll to. 

"It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this 

Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, 

after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her 

where 

she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it 

to 

her when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My 

sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to 

see 

God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to 

give 

it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I 

told 

daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back 

from the supermarket."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He 

then 

told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will 

not forget me." I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me 

but 

daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." 

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. 

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the 

boy, 

"What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?" 

"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough." 

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to 

count 

it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little 

boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for 

God 

to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give 

it 

to my sister. He heard me." "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a 

white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He 

gave 

me enough to buy the doll and the white rose." "You know, my mummy loves 

white rose." 

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. 

I 

finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I 

couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which 

mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one 

young 

lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother 

was 

left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the 

plug 

on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able 

to 

get out of the coma. 

Was this the family of the little boy? 

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the 

newspaper 

that the young lady had passed away. 

I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went 

to 

the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to 

see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand 

with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. 

The 

love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to 

that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man 

had 

taken all this away from him.

THE POWER OF A TIMID PRAYER - - - - - by Max Lucado

If you struggle with prayer, I've got just the guy for you.

The father's prayer isn't much, but the answer is and the result  
reminds us: The power is not in the prayer; it's in the one who hears  
it.

He prayed out of desperation. His son, his only son, was demon- 
possessed. Not only was he a deaf mute and an epileptic, he was also  
possessed by an evil spirit. Ever since the boy was young, the demon  
had thrown him into fires and water.  The father had to remain on  
call, on alert twenty-four hours a day. He was desperate and tired,  
and his prayer reflects both.

"If you can do anything for him, please have pity on us and help us."

Listen to that prayer. Does it sound courageous? Confident? Strong?  
Hardly.

If his prayer sounds like yours, then don't be discouraged, for  
that's where prayer begins.

It begins as a yearning. An honest appeal. No pretense. No boasting.  
No posturing. Just prayer. Feeble prayer, but prayer nonetheless.

We are tempted to wait to pray until we know how to pray.

Good thing this man didn't make the same mistake. He wasn't much of a  
pray-er. And his wasn't much of a prayer. He even admits it! "I do  
believe," he implored. "Help me to believe more" (see Mark 9:24).

This prayer isn't destined for a worship manual. No Psalm will result  
from his utterance. His was simple-no incantation or chant. But Jesus  
responded. He responded, not to the eloquence of the man, but to the  
pain of the man.

...the true art of letting go...

...the true art of letting go... "at 1 point of my life I bcame afraid to love. Bcoz evrytym I fell in love, I got hurt. I thought mybe that's why it's called "falling" in love. I would giv my all, loving deeply & wholeheartedly. It would be a truly emotional, extremely euphoric experience. I would dream about d object of my affection all day and all night, imagining good tyms 2gdr, thinking of wht I cn do or give him to show how much I cared. Then somehow something would go wrong and my whole world would crash. Disappointment. Resentment. Anger. Pain. Y? Cn we nt love without pain? Is disappointment really a price to pay for all the happiness we feel wen we're in love? Should we blindly accept that becoz we love we get hurt? It was only after many sleepless nights and alot of tears that I discovered that I can love without getting hurt. I finally understood that unconditional love was the answer. Love is one of d most powerful forces in the universe. It is the fire that burns inside, the essence of being (lalim nun.). Love is the source of all our comfort and contentment. It is a precious gift that defines our purpose in life. If we keep in mind that we can indeed preserve its true meaning, we can love to the fullest and be happy the rest of our lives. Accept tht people express love in different ways. How do U express ur love? U always say "I love you", u kiss and embrace hm evry chance u get, u never forget ur anniversaries & always text/call him if possible. How does HE express his love? He rarely says "I love you", he seldom kisses you, he forgets text or call you, and he doesn't even try spent tym with u . But he works overtime, helps you with the dishes,always bring ur favorite pasalubong , and calls you "Sweetheart". He probably loves you as much as you love him, he just shows it differently. If you can accept that difference then you can have a healthier perspective of your relationship. Derive happiness from giving love. When you love, do it because you want to. There is indescribable joy in loving. Just give it. And cherish the satisfaction in hving given some1 something of urself. It's like giving a gift. Whether it is appreciated or not, find joy in simply giving. Love without expecting anything in return. Now this is where pain comes in: when you demand something in return for the love you give. You are actually setting yourself up for disappointment because love cannot always be reciprocal. Love between two people can never be of the same intensity at the same time and place. No matter how much your partner loves you, she will never be able to fill all your needs all the time. And you are worst off if you believe you should love only when you are sure to receive equal love in return. Sad to say, you will be waiting in misery forever. Love now. The past is gone and the future is just a dream. All of yesterday's aches and pains, even the joys and laughter, are mere memories. Let them go. And your fantasies and worries? They may never come. So why dwell on them? Live now. Give love now. Do it now and enjoy the moment. That is the secret of inner contentment. Throw away those destructive habits. When u insist upon urself tht u always hv to be in control, tht u always hv to be right, tht others must always please u, u mold unreasonable expectations of urself and the 1 u love. Loving relationships are flexible, dynamic, and evolving. Give room for change and interaction. Allow for new behavior and learning experiences. When we welcome these into our lives, we open ourselves up to love and affection rather than anger and frustration. Yes, you will say that unconditional love is easier said than done. Especially when we hv always beliv tht love is give and take. Try believing tht love is simply giving. They say Give until it hurts. Lets say Love until it hurts no more..."

Don't Quit!

When things go wrong as sometimes they will

And the road you're trudging seems all up hill

When the debts are high

And the funds are low

When you want to smile

But you have to sigh

When care is pressing you a bit

Rest if you must but DON'T YOU QUIT

Life is queerer with twists and turns

As every on of us sometimes learn

And many persons turn about

When they mighty have won they struck it out

Don't give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed in another blow

So stick to the fight with your hardest hit 

It's when things go wrong that you must not quit

nice stuff about luv

=) lyf can be so unfair tlga noh??? mahal mo??

di ka mahal... di mo mhal, mahal ka nmn........

woW??? maraming pagsubok ang dumarating sa 

atin, lalo na pagdating sa luv,,, pero kng di ka 

palaban?? TALO ka!... dPat sTRong nd brave

ka!!.... sb nila "IF U LUV DA PERSON MAKE 

HIM HAPPY" eh pnu kung ndi nya appreciated

mga ginagawa mo 4him??? db hirap nun??

kya nga "LYF IS SO UNFAIR E"

=) imagine... kht npakatatag na tao, 

napapaiyak din kpg napuno na... hnggang

kelan ka magtitiis? hnggng klan mo

ipapakita sa mga nakapalibot sau na matapang 

ka, kht sa loob m nasasaktan kna...........

hay... gnyan tlga pag luv... di mo matiyak

kng anu mangyayari....