Dear classmates ( Mac and Bani et al)


You want to know why I haven't posted at the CBB lately?

Answer: I cannot communicate with you.

(This is a test)


Your acquaintance

Ellen





--- In GoldenUPHI-57@yahoogroups.com, MAC DEL FIERRO <marheromus@...> wrote:
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> Syanga naman--Dra. ELLEN PASCUAL-DEMOSS, Roger, co-sign moi sa panawagan ni El
Genyo Gitano.
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> Sa katotohanan lamang, tlagang ibig na ko ma dadakaytad ini k LN nun una pa
man. Butz as alwez, syadong galingz utak ni LN kya vah intimadated moi. Wala ko
gilas gawaain.
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> Buti na lamang sinalo, inayudahanz 'gad ni Bani San kening posting bilang
appeal k LN.
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> LNita kada araw pumapadjak, papalapit aton hakbang sa hukay. Bakit naman
kelangan naton matabunan na meron dalang TAMPO. Sipot ka na sa CBB. Talkies ka
naman. Ilang bes na ko koliling sa imo, plaging no pansin ka sa panawagan ko.
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> Opuly, 'tong panambitan ni Bani San sa imo ay ma bago imong tinitimtim na
katahimikan. Mazel tov---MK
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> --- On Fri, 7/10/09, Bani Lansang <banilansang@...> wrote:
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> From: Bani Lansang <banilansang@...>
> Subject: [GoldenUPHI-57] Re: Fw: WHAT WE SCATTER.../ Attn: Dra. ELLEN P.
DEMOSS!
> To: GoldenUPHI-57@yahoogroups.com
> Date: Friday, July 10, 2009, 9:03 AM
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> AMEN & AMEN din ako rito, Kapatadz MACKY ON-FIRE!!! 
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> Many thanks for posting it.
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> Dra. ELLEN PASCUAL-DEMOSS, where are you now and
> why are you remaining silent? Drop us a line naman here in
> our CBB. We miss your voice and your 'presence' here. What
> harm can there be if you reconnected with us and us with you?
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> Itapon na natin ang anumang 'masamang tinapay' na naiwan pa
> mula sa nakaraan... Pati Cold War nga between the Democratic
> capitalist countries and the Socialist Bloc ay natapos na, e bakit
> patuloy pa rin itong Cold Shoulder tampuhan among us!?
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> Our warmest hello, and we hope to hear from you soon...?
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> Mang Bani, ang Ninjang Azul
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> --- On Fri, 7/10/09, MAC DEL FIERRO <marheromus@yahoo. com> wrote:
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> From: MAC DEL FIERRO <marheromus@yahoo. com>
> Subject: [GoldenUPHI- 57] Fw: Re: [KKKapuputahan] Fw: Fwd: Fw: WHAT WE
SCATTER...
> To: "golden uphi" <GoldenUPHI-57@ yahoogroups. com>
> Date: Friday, July 10, 2009, 6:09 AM
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> --- On Fri, 7/10/09, ismael leynes <leynes_legal@ yahoo.com. ph> wrote:
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> From: ismael leynes <leynes_legal@ yahoo.com. ph>
> Subject: Re: [KKKapuputahan] Fw: Fwd: Fw: WHAT WE SCATTER...
> To: KKKapuputahan@ yahoogroups. com
> Date: Friday, July 10, 2009, 1:01 AM
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> what we scatter and not what we gather.... just like our fraternity's motto:
we gather light to scatter.
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> From: fernando piedad <ffpiedad@yahoo. com>
> To: UP 60 <updoc60@yahoogroups .com>
> Sent: Friday, July 10, 2009 12:44:23 AM
> Subject: [KKKapuputahan] Fw: Fwd: Fw: WHAT WE SCATTER...
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> A lesson of life
> Friends,
> Take the time and effort to read to the end.
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>     Read the following and have a GREAT day!
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> I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a
small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a
basket of freshly picked green peas.
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> I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.
I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
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> Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.
Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
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> 'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
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> 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look
good.' 
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> 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
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> 'Fine.. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
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> 'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
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> 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' th em peas.'
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> 'Would you like to take some home?'  asked Mr. Miller. 
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> 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
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> 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
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> 'All I got's my prize marble here.'  
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> 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for
red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.
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> 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way
let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
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> 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
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> Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. 
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> With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community,
all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them
for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.
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> When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he
doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a
green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' 
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> I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time
later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys,
and their bartering for marbles. 
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> Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I
had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was
there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that
evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon
arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased
and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
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> Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the
other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very
professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling
by her husband's casket. 
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> Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with
her and   moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as,
one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the
cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his
eyes. 
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> Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of
the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's
bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand 
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> 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
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> They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at
last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay
their debt.' 
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> 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but
right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..' 
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> With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased
husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. 
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> The Moral : 
> We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not
measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. 
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> Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles 
> ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself... 
> An unexpected phone call from an old friend .... 
> Green stoplights on your way to work...
> The fastest line at the grocery store... 
> A good sing-along song on the radio... 
> Your keys found right where you left them. 
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> Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did...
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> If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to
even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur. 
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> IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT  TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE
YOU HAVE LIVED!
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