One of her best performances in 2010. I like the arrangement.

My Goodness… Chills… love her. simply amazing. voice is very flexible.

“Andoy” Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving to and from. Once passed this highway, the boy would take a short cut by passing by the Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his, “Magandang umaga po” in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning,
“Kamusta Andoy! Papasok ka na?” “Opo padre… ” he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched. The priest was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy, “From school…”, he advised “Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road… that way I can see that you are home safe …”
“Thank you father …” “Why don’t you go home … why do you stay in this Church right after school?” “I just want to say “Hi” to my friend, God,” and the priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking by himself, but he was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER. “You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat – although my seatmate is bullying me for notes …
I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him .. funny but I am not that hungry … Look, this is my last pair of slippers …
I may have to walk barefooted next week … you see this is about to be broken.. but it is okay … at least I am still going to school … some says we will have a hard season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school … please help them get to school again, please God? …
Oh, you know, Inay had hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother … God, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them ..here… here and …. Oh … blood … I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don’t be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us ..
Oh, I think I am in love … there’s this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita … do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don’t have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two months from now!!! Aren’t you excited? I am! wait till you see, I have a gift for you …. but it is a surprise!
I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go …” then he stood up and calls out, “Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend .. you can accompany me to the other side of the road now”
This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.

One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they are also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed in,
“Hello God!!!!! I ” P—-!!!!! (a curse) Bata ka!!!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!!!!! Alis!!!!!” Poor Andoy was so terrified, “where’s Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street …. and to be able to cross the street I will have to pass by the back door of this church .. not only that, I have to greet Jesus-it is His birthday, I have a gift right here ….” just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. “Susmaryosep!!! (does a sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!
So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in. There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot.
A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy…
Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears… He came and carried the boy in His arms, He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked, “excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do you know this child?” The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, lifted up and answered, “He was my bestfriend … ” was all he said.
He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight. The crowd was curious…
The next day, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of Andoy. “How did you know that your son died?” “A man in white brought him here.” sobbed the mother. “What did he say?” The father answered, “He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely at our son’s death, as if he knew our son very well.
But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He rubbed my son’s hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something …” “What did he say?” “He said to my boy ..” the father began,
“Thank you for the gift .. I will see you soon… you will be with me …” and the father of the boy continued, “and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful… I cried, but I do not know why …. all I know is I cried in tears of joy … I could not explain it father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside… I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now … but … tell me father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there… erxcept on the time of his death …”
Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmurred,” … He was talking to no one …. but …GOD….”

nanghuminto ang mga jeep at bus para sa picture na ‘to. LOVE IT!!!!

http://www.japanese-language.org/japanese/words.asp

This is… this is SOOOOO TOUCHINGGGGG….

makes me cry… may ganito pa bang lalaki?????

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he’d told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark’s need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.

Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn’t working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry – how would she react? Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.

“I’m blind!”, she responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you’re abandoning me.”

Mark’s heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day.

He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.

Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, And his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, “Boy, I sure do envy you.” Susan wasn’t sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, “Why do you say that you envy me?”

The driver responded, “It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are.” Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, “What do you mean?”

The driver answered, “You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building.

Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady.” Tears of happiness poured down Susan’s cheeks. For although she couldn’t physically see him, she had always felt Mark’s presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn’t need to see to believe – the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.