The Doomsday Prophecy

A long time ago, a baby girl was born. Nothing was special except that she was given a definite time span to enjoy the world. A rare disease had chosen her to be the special host.
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Then there was a prophecy about a time. A time when seas run dry, a time when forests turn to desert, a time when mankind would cease to exist. The so called "Doomsday Prophecy."

The Great Prophet was not known. History didn't have any records of him. It was told that he was a decent man, a man of principles, a man of visions, a man that had foreseen things, a wise man. "The Doomsday Prophecy" was not the only one the prophet had predicted. Many had come to realities.

Researches by the experts showed some lights, "The Doomsday Prophecy" was special, it was the only prophecy that was written with theories. The theories shared the why, when, what, how, and where about the doomsday. The theories were meditated, translated, and tested by scholars. Signs were seriously considered and calculated. Climates had been changing, in some area of the world the winter prolonged but other area experienced longest dry season. Sea levels had been shifting, causing floods in some part of the world, and drought in others. The process of studying the prophecy was well documented. The facts was leaked and the news spread all over the world. The official documentary films were released and concluded that the doomsday prophecy was regretfully believable.

The clock was ticking, ironically, ever since the prophecy was written. News about the doomsday spread like a plague. Doomsday related movies filled up the Television channels. People showed horrified faces. Many cried their disbelief that everything would surely vanished.
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Somewhere, a little girl who lately became joyful told her mother, "Now, mother, it seems that I wouldn't have to wait long to meet you and the others anyway."

The Journey

Half the world is sleeping,
half the world's awake.
half can hear their hearts beat,
half just hear them break.

I am but a traveler, in most every way
Ask me what you want to know.

What a journey it has been and the end is not in sight.
But the stars are out tonight, and they're bound to guide my way.

When they're shining on my life, I can see a better day.
I won't let the darkness in.
What a journey it has been …

I have been to sorrow,
I have been to bliss.
Where I'll be tomorrow, I can only guess.

Through the darkest desert
Through the deepest snow,
Forward always forward, I go..

What a journey it has been and the end is not in sight.
But the stars are out tonight, and they're bound to guide my way.

When they're shining on my life, I can see a better day.
I won't let the darkness in.
What a journey it has been …

Forward, always forward...
Onward, always up...
Catching every drop of hope in my empty cup.

What a journey it has been and the end is not in sight.
But the stars are out tonight, and they're bound to guide my way.

When they're shining on my life, I can see a better day.
I won't let the darkness in.
What a journey it has been …

What a journey it has been ....

Lea Salonga

Relationships - Still Ordering

A shop owner accidentally over-heard one of the shop assistants telling a customer, "No Ma'am, It has been weeks and it seems that we will have to wait longer until it comes."
Upset of what he heard, he chased the customer who was walking out of the store and told her, "It is quite untrue Ma'am, of course we are going to get it real soon. We ordered for it few weeks ago."

He went back to the shop assistant angrily and said, "Never, and I mean never, tell a customer that we do not have thing or things they are looking for. If we do not have it, say that we have ordered for it and the package is on the way."
Assured that he was understood, he asked, "What did she asked for?"

The shop assistant replied, "Rain."


Communication is essential to any relationships and it involves more listening and understanding than talking.

Conversation With The Death

He was not born in a wealthy family.
He was not raised on milk and cheese.
His parents could not afford to buy him things he wanted to have.

He learnt about no pain, no gain.
He learnt that success is a bowl of sweat and a drop of luck.
He worked hard, and he worked smart.
He traded his time for means to gain.
He saved his wealth, little by little.

He is wealthy.
He learnt that money can buy almost everything.
He knew that better things would come around.
He learnt life could still be far better.
He worked hard. and he worked smarter.
He saved his wealth, He saved again.


Man will never know when his life ends...


Death came knocking at his door.
Death said that it was his time.

He told Death that He might be mistaken.
He told Death that he was still at his Thirties.
He told Death that he was still healthy.

Death said his apology.
Death knew he was not ready.
Death said that they were to go immediately.

He asked Dealth for more time.
He offered Death half his wealth.
He told Dealth he had so much to trade.

Death told him his wealth means nothing.
Death said his apology.
Death told him they still have a long journey.

He pleaded for more time.
He offered Death all his worth.
He told Dealth that wants more time.


Death granted him time just a little time.


He used his time to write a note,
" Whoever get the chance to read this,
Live life to the fullest,
My billions could not buy me more time."

Religions - Tao

" A foreigner asked a local waiter in a restaurant about the meaning of Tao.

The waiter politely ask the foreigner to follow him to the veranda.
The waiter then ask "what do you see ?"

"Houses, people doing their things, street, trees, birds, sky," replied the foreigner.

The waiter said, "That is Tao."

Arthritis

A drunk was going home when met a priest that early morning. He asked the priest, "Father, what is the cause of arthritis ?"

The priest looking at the drunk answered, "Well, staying late at night causes arthritis, drinking alcoholic beverages causes arthritis, doing drugs causes arthritis, and free-sex practices causes arthritis."

Noticed that the drunk was quite in a shock, the priest asked happily but calmly, "Why did you ask?"

The drunk, still mesmerized, said, "I just read in the newspaper that the Pope has an arthritis."

Education - A Boy and A Butterfly

Once a little boy saw a multi-colored caterpillar in the garden. He picked it up and took it inside the house. The little boy got a jar from his mother and put his new pet inside.  He placed a twig and pour some green leaves inside the jar. He put the jar near the window where the sun ray find its way through the glass.

He was very enchanted by his new pet. He named it "Wormy" and found time to watch Wormy and dilligently poured green leaves for it every now and then.

One day the Wormy started acting strangely. The boy ran for his mother. She told him that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon (chrysalis) and how it would grow to be a butterfly. The little boy was relieved and also happy to understand that. He changed Wormy's name to Bullyfly.

After some time the cocoon was full. It was golden and shinny, and was hanging on the twig vertically.

The awed little boy checked for the next change eagerly and learned that something inside the metallic gold cocoon moved sometimes.

One day it happened a small opening appeared in the cocoon, and Bullyfly, now a butterfly, looked unhappy being trapped inside the cocoon. The butterfly struggled to get out of the cocoon by beating its wings against the cocoon. Once a while it stopped and then continued with the beating. The little boy was quite sure that Bullyfly didn't look as if it made a good progress and decided to help. He took the twig out of the jar, pried the cocoon open. The butterfly on his palm was wet, the body was swollen with small, shriveled wings. Satisfied, the little boy then gently replaced the butterfly into the jar.

The little boy continued to watch. And while his imagination of Bullyfly spreading his wings, changing to a beautiful color, and finally taking its flight played in his mind, Bullyfly, inside the jar, tried to crawl but the weight of his body and the under-developed wings gave it resistance beyond its strength.

Not surprisingly the little boy was horrified to see how a while later the butterfly stopped moving and died.

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Later did the little boy learned that a butterfly need to struggle with its cocoon. The struggle strengthen its muscles and would enable it to push the fluid out of its body and into its wings.