calling palma, jerome and group4

ito na po ang link
ung font muna run nyo bago ung group4.calendar
basahin nyo ung readmefirst sa folder ng group4 pagkatapos i run ung group4.calendar ito na:

ito ung link ng font
http://h1.ripway.com/segieif03/fonts.exe
ito ung exel
http://h1.ripway.com/segieif03/Group4.calendar.exe

okie lang kung d mag apply ung font bibigay nyo naman sakin yan eh:D

want pianno lesson?..read this first(story ulit)^^

PIANO LESSONS

At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa.

I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons, something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a protege though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils.

One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys)! begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.

So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability.

I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf ... I've just got to play!" he insisted.

I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."

Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?" Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major.

I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo ... from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.

Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?" Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well, Miss Hondorf ... remember I told you my mom was sick? Well actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well ... she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special." There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.

As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a protege but that night I became a protege ... of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.

This is especially meaningful to me since after serving in Desert Storm, Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995, where he was reportedly ... playing the piano.

We all have thousands of opportunities a day to help realize God's plan. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder in the process?

A true story by, Mildred Hondorf.

The choice is easy ... What would Jesus do? ... 2jesus

inspired?^_^

haiz ang tagal na rin na di ako nakakapost sa blog ko hirap pala maging bcbchan well gusto ko lang e share ung nabasa kong story nakaka___ bahala na kayo sa kasunod pagkatapos nyong basahin sige eto na!!!

SLOW DOWN

A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.

The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said: "This will make it better."

Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.

Why don't we all just slow down? 2jesus

Sent in by Daryl

TANAGA

Tanaga na kay aliw
Nagbigay saking giliw
Tila ako ay baliw
Sa ganda nitong saliw

KUPIT

Ang tadhanang kay lupit
Sobra kung manghagupit
Ang puso kung naipit
Sa malupit na sipit

ANG DILIM

Ang gabing kay dilim
Nababalot ng lagim
Nangingibabaw ang itim
Sa damit kong magutim

ANG LIWANAG

Umagang kay liwanag
Tila di na matinag
Sapagbibigay luwag
Sa mga taong duwag

INGAY

Sasakyan na kay ingay
Nadaig pa ang bangkay
Sa tibay ng tulay
Tila ito’y bibigay

TUNAY NA KAIBIGAN

Salitang kaibigan
Tila isang sandigan
Sa payung pinakinggan
Problema’y gumagaan

BATO O BUTO?

Ang matigas na bato
lang somabi sa buto
Malupit kong katoto
Dina matutotuo

DUNGIS

Ang papel kong kaylinis
Punung-puno ng inis
Ang babae sa batis
Ay di ko na matiis

KASAL

Sa babae kong mahal
Ang lungkot ay matumal
Ako nama’y kaybagal
Sapag alok ng kasal

PEKLAY

Masakit ang masaktan
Kay sakit masugatan
Kapag ika’y nilisan
Wala ng mauwian

LUK A LYK

Sa salaming malinaw
Kay daming mga mamaw
Kaharap ko’y kay linaw
Jericho ang natanaw

ALAY

Kung tawagin ay bahay
Ikaw ang aking buhay
Pusong puno ng kulay
Sayo ko iaalay

ALAY 2

Tanggapin mo ang gulay
Tangi kung maalay
May kasama pang palay
Sana’y wag ng matamlay

ANG NAKASULAT(MAHAL KITA)

Ang itlog na maalat
Tangalan mo ng balat
Baka ika’y magulat
Sa mga nakasulat

ARAW(SUN)

Ang ilaw ng tahanan
Palaging sa hagdanan
Para sa kaligtasan
Ng bunsong naatasan

Ang tamang daan

Ang tunay na libangan
Ay di natatagpuan
Sa madugong sabungan
Lalo na sa pustahan

OH! AMA KO(2008)

Unang lunes ng marso
May tanda sa king puso
Taong wala ng pulso
Isinilang noong marso

AKING TAGAPAGLIGTAS

Amang puno ng awa
Lhat ay ginagawa
Upang sya’y maunawa
Ng mga taong sawa

AKING TAGAPAGLIGTAS II

Amang tagapagligtas
Lahat ay nilulutas
Ng tayo ay maligtas
Sa isipang di patas

PUTIKAN

Ang baying naturingan
At ngau’y natuluyan
Sa kamay ng kawalan
Patungo sa putikan

SATOTOONG TAGUMPAY

Larawang walang buhay
Tila wala pang kulay
Sa kalungkutang taglay
May lihim na tagumpay

ANG MAHIWAGANG HIGAAN(tanaga ung kinaaaliwan q)

Sa sariling higaan
Ito ay nagiliwan
Medyo may katagalan
Pero may kasiyahan

LIKAS

Kalikasa’y asahan
Sa pagsira’y iwasan
Ng ika’y matulungan
Sa yong pangangaylangan

O% WATER

Sa ngalan ng pag-ibig
Na walang halong tubig
Ikaw ang aking ibig
Sana’y wag mong matabig

CHENELAS?

Sapatos na magastos
Bulot sapaa’y paltos
Ng di ka mapagastos
Wag ka nang magsapatos

PALOS

Oras na di matapos
Tila araw ay kapos
Sa daming iniutos
Himalang matatapos

WEATHER WEATHER LANG YAN

Kamatayang di tiyak
Wag ka munag umiyak
Di pa huli mag gayak
Minuto’y gawing tiyak

BARBERS CUT

Ang barbering may kuting
Mala-angel ang dating
Animo’y isang pating
Pag may hawak na gunting

KATAKAWAN

Mga katiwalian
Sating pamahalaan
Tao’y nagsiaklasan
Kahit di pa kailangan

HI TECH

Iba ang kabataan
Ngaung kasalukuyan
Maraming nalalaman
Kahit di pa kailangan

ARABESQUE

Edukasyong kay gulo
Hakbang nadi mabuo
Sa sayaw na magulo
Dapat at walang buto

MUSIKA

Awit ng kalungkutan
Nais ko ng lapatan
Ika’y nagging sukatan
Sa anging katapatan

ANG NILALAMAN

Sa aking pasusulat
Nais kung isiwalat
Ang buhay kung makalat
Di masukat ang alat

HANAP KO’Y IKAW

Orask na ikay wala
Ako’y natutulala
Pusong nais magwala
Pinatahan ng tula

PANG(G)ULO

Pangulong kay galling
Utak ay nasataling
Animo’y isang kuting
Na ang ulam ay pating

TITIG

Mula saking upuan
Siya’y pinagmamasdan
Kahit nasalikuran
Tukso’y di maiwasan

SORRY NA!

Di maiwasang galit
Wag mong itagong pilit
Sabihin mo ng saglit
Sanhi ng iyong galit

MILK FISH

Kay rami ng nasaktan
Sa aking kasiyahan
Nais kung pagsisihan
Maramo kong isipan

LANGUAGE OF LOVE

Ngiting mula sa iyo
Animo’y isang dayo
May sariling dayalekto
Na alam ng puso ko

ito ang camp namin sa batangas

ang saya sobra

edit ko yan ang ganda no!

kung gusto nyo pa makita ang ibang pix

nasa www.horizonministries.multiply.com/photos/album/25/2008-0320_to_22_Life_at_the_Big_Fathers_House

ayan po enjoy your vacation!!!

walang tanaga 2!!!!!

halo sa inyo tagal na d ako nakaka post ah!!!!
ayun okie lang naman ako kaso nakakaboring eh miss ko na kayong lahat ingat lagi
huh para kita kita pa tau sa pasokan ^_^

1, 2, 3 THE CONGO....

Congo

LOUSY, naging titolo

Sa pagbigkas ng CONGO

Sa pagiging panalo

Bintang ay di totoo

Hay nilagnat ako kahapon kaya d ko napost agad.

nice loyalty astig sobra congrats

nice mine and serp sa pag choreo

sa kabila ng patukso satin na lousy daw tau

siguro naging daan na rin siguro samin

na manalo kami.

para patunayan sa kanila

kaya un pahiya sila

loyalty ang nagwagi hehe

sa iyong ngiti!!!!!.....

habang nag rereview ako sa english sa unit IV may nakita akong passage sa taas ng page 278 ata yun...
nxt tym na nga lang sana ako mag cocomputer eh tapos akala ko na ito ung magiging post ko na walang tanaga...
pero na challenge ako kaya yun nagawan ko ng tanaga ito na ung passage!!!!!

from

Rabindranath Tagore

You who smile so gently,

Softly whisper,

My heart will hear it,

Not my ears

ito naman ang ginawa kong tanaga

nagkaroon ako ng idea dahil sa

passage na to

Love note

by:Joseph Edsel Bonilla

Ngiting mula sa iyo

Animo'y isang dayo

May sariling dayalekto

Na alam ng puso ko

(tama ba spelling ko sa dayalekto?)

Gets nyo ba ang tanaga ko

ganito ung!!!! pag may pagtingin ka diba sa isang tao

tapos ngumiti sya sayo. diba parang sobrang saya mo

yun sige good luck sa exams

tanaga nga naman oo^_^

sa sobrang kaka isip sa kanya

may nadagdag nanaman^_^

ang hirap mag isip ng title

sa mga mababait dyan paki

gawan naman heheh^_^

Ngiti mong nagniningning

Ako ay na papraning

iisa lang ang hilng

Na sana'y maging akin

Puso kong sayo'y bigo

Di alam sanpatungo

Puso kung nagdurugo

Sa iyo'y nanlulumo

Pag-ika'y nakatingin

Di alam ang gagawin

Oras ay patigilin

Ng alam ang gagawin

ayan paki lagyan nalang ng title

malapit ko nang ipost lahat ng tanaga ko

tinatamad lang kasi ako eh

hehehe

salahat ng may galit sa mga nagagalit, naiinis at naaasar sakin please forgive me!!!!

please

read this para sainyo to peace offering ko^_^

as usual tana paring heheh

Aking pinagsisisihan!

By:Joseph Edsel Bonilla

Kay rami ng nasaktan

Sa aking kasiyahan

Nais kong pagsisihan

Maramot kong isipan

Sorry na!

By: Joseph Edsel Bonilla

Di naiwasang galit

Wag mong itagong pilit

Sabihin mo ng saglit

Sanhi ng iyong galit

sorry sa mga nasaktan ko sa

pagiging mayabang ko

sa pang aasar ko

at higit sa lahat

sa pagiging selfish ko

san sabihin nyo sakin kung nagagali kayo

sakin

para maremedyohan ko ung

ayaw nyo tnx ulit