The Ultimate Carpenter

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The Carpenter Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining
farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side-by-side, sharing machinery and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small
misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference and finally, it
exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of
silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a
man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days' work," he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across
the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor. In fact, it's my younger
brother! Last week there was a meadow between us. He recently took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll do him one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place or his face anymore."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the
nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get
the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day -- measuring, sawing and nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.

The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence
there at all. It was a bridge .. a bridge that stretched from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, handrails and all! And the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming toward them, his hand outstretched..

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and
done."

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met
in middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder.

"No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you,"
said the older brother.
"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but I have many more
bridges to build."

> Remember This... God won't ask what kind of car you drove, but He'll ask how many people you helped get where they needed to go.
> God won't ask the square footage of your house, but He'll ask how
many people you welcomed into your home.
> God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, but He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.
> God won't ask how many friends you had, but He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.
> God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but He'll ask how you
treated your neighbors.
> God won't ask about the color of your skin, but He'll ask about the
content of your character.
> God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, but He'll
lovingly take you to your mansion in Heaven, and not to the gates of hell.

my virgin eyes

(don't ask if i still am...yeah i am, so what?!!)
anyway, i was not supposed to go out then coz i was feeling sleepy and all that but the evil (like all evils) in me was uncontrollable, so i opted to go. it was a friday night, i was hurrying up to finish my stories to be among my workmates as they planned to discover the city at night. it was actually an invitation from a lady city prosecutor (clue: fiscal igat...) as she wanted to have fun with us, her friends from the media.

our first stop was papa's grill, a typical resto with live band playing ur favorite songs. to make the long story short we got bored and decided to look for the "real fun." our fiscal-friend, as she was kinda famous, had a bodyguard (a CIDG personnel) who suggested we go to a bikini bar, club harem.

i guess it was almost 12 when we arrived at the place, too late for my conservative self. but it was a weekend anyway, and i could not possibly go home alone...so i walked my way to shamefulness and all that is associated when you go inside a place of sin (i told you i'm conservative). there girls (and i mean girls) were swaying their bodies to the sexy songs. yeah, they were wearing bikinis, bras and panties which they later took off in the middle of the night. around this time i was hiding myself inside the VIP room with a one-way mirror that makes u see what's happening outside, while all the others were positioning themselves at the base of the stage where these girls were displaying their nakedness. and that was not all, at the last part of the "show" a couple, a naked girl and a half-naked guy, was performing the art of foreplaying (it was artistic though). at this time i was silently praying there would be no raid, or i'd be caught along with a fiscal, a police, and media people inside such place...what a headline.

at past 2 we walked out of the place, glad there was no raid. but as we rode on our way home (with my eyes devirginized), 10 or so girls (mostly in their teens) were left in that bikini-less bar probably praying someone would rescue them. i just wish they could pray harder...

suddenly it's valentine's day

while everyone was busy preparing and thinking how to spend his/her day with his/her partner, here i am in the office-making this blogspot while chatting with my friend from the other line. although love songs are being played over the radio (it's one of the rarest days where we tune in to an FM station as it's always been a daily habit to listen to fresh news from the AM band) the atmosphere here is far from a happy valentine's day. i'm not saying the people here, about five including me, are mourning or something. well i'm saying valentine's day is just an idea created by businessmen to attract more money from people. and it has lived on for years,i don't know when it started (don't have time to search). but the best thing about this occasion is that people have at least a day to be corny by sending love letters, red roses, heart-shaped chocolates, etc. it's not the being corny there but the thought of doing something "sweet" for someone-that's something. that effort, it may only happen once in one's lifetime, will be forever etched in one's memory. and to those,like me who will be spending the entire day working or doing something else unrelated to this day's occasion, leave this day to them and stop being "kill joy". it's not your day anyway...peace :) happy valentine's day folks

The Prince's diary

Over 7 years after his (former, as they were divorced a year before the tragic accident) wife, Diana died Prince Charles is getting married again. This time to his long-time companion Camilla Parker-Bowles. The civil ceremony will take place at Windsor Castle on Aril 8. Then followed by a service of prayer by the Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams.

Well, let's just pray no more accidents would befall on Camilla, which I believe is so unlikely as Charles would want to spend his lifetime with her. See how everything was programmed? It was probably the best laid plan in the history of the British monarchy. Diana had to go or Charles wouldn't have the love of his life: Camilla. (Apparently, Valentine's is around the corner) Back to the seemingly scripted life of Charles...Let's take a quick look on how everything had gone sour during his marriage life with Diana, or it probaby had been since they were set to be married (fairy tale-like love affair among monarchs is most of the time faked. see secrets of the royals) To make the long story short Princess Di was destined to die. She had already given 2 heirs, and Charles was playing with Camilla. Well, she died anyway, on 1997 with a supposed lover (to change public perception towards her? your guess is as good as mine). Nevertheless, her death was a sad ending to her fantasy-like life, which the world had cried over. That was over 7 years ago and the world still remembers her, results on the surveys on Charles-Camilla engagement show more than half of the respondents say they don't like the idea (dont' know their reasons though, probably because they want Charles to stay unmarried even after Diana, but he is sure not celibate). Anyway, i'm not against their marrying each other, the heck i'm from another planet-literally and figuratively...They love one another as I said. And may this time the world see a happy ending of Charle's lovelife.