Before I Met God
I was only 2 years and 2 months old when my father died because of car accident. I didn’t know what’s happening back then. Maybe because I was too young. Looking at the pictures is the only way I would see what happened back then.
I’m one of the five children in my family. To be honest, not to be boastful, we’re having a good life when my father was still alive. But when he died, we experienced so many challenges.
My mother bought a jeep, but for more than ten years, it broke and so we almost didn’t have a budget. Aside from this, more problems came like our family relationship problems.
When I was 13 years old, there I truly knew God. He used my cousin’s aunt. She invited us to do godly things. At first, I didn’t want to because I have to change my religion but one time, I said to myself, this is not about religion, but about my relationship to God. They baptized me and not only me, all my family. So I thank God because he chose us.
What if Pigs can talk?
Hello I’m Orville Barba.
A friend of Robert.
It’s an opportunity for me to spread my mindset in this white page.
Thank you Robert for allowing me to be one of your guest writers.
I was walking through the shiny floors of CSI City Mall of Dagupan City, finding some good stuffs to buy when I found myself digging through the unfolded and disarranged shirts hoping to avail a cheaper price since I don’t have much budget that time. The shirts were well designed and catchy images painted in front of the shirts gave me a hard time choosing what to buy. I’ve fitted several shirts not minding the face of the doubtful saleslady who was guarding the fitting room that time.
At first, I was not aware of the designs of the shirts that I fitted until I finished fitting the last shirt. I looked at the design carefully and curiously. It was a picture of pigs devouring the foods given to them without even the notion that they were about to be butchered after several minutes. In the print I have seen the laughing face of the men waiting for the pigs to finish eating and also the laughing face of the innocent pigs soon to be pork.
Does this article make sense?
What if pigs can talk?
What will be the words that we will hear from them when they are laden on the butcher’s table?
What is the meaning of their loud squall?
Will they thank us because we feed them well? Or curse us because we took advantage on their innocent mind?
There are things that bother me.
1. According to Crunkish.com pigs are the seventh most intelligent animal. They are also considered as the most insightful animals.
2. According to mammals.suite101.com pigs have been touted as the smartest, and the cleanest domestic animals in the world.
There are still many sites that can give you proof that pigs are not dumb animals. You may be amazed to know that in some sites they are considered as the most intelligent animal in the world. Wow!
How would you react if someone calls you “pig”?
Sounds bad right?
Call him bird. Or dog. Or cat.
Still pig is one of the lowest kind of animal.
WWWWWAAAAAAKKKKKKEEEEEE UUUUUPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIGGGGGGGG!!!!!
They’re about to butcher you! Use your head!
Run for your life!!
Students Hymn
to the tune of the most famous song (manny villar)
Writer
(I’m very sorry for the late post. Hope you’ll enjoy this one! – Sandra)
Wow!!! Being a writer is actually great. But it depends on what’s your purpose in becoming a writer. To earn money? Others say yes but others say no. Be honest; all people wants to earn money. But that is my second purpose only.
Did you know my first purpose? My first purpose is to share my life to others. The miracles that “happened” to my life and “will happen” to my life. How God “used” me and how He will “use” me. It feels great to be used by God and it feels great to be with His presence. Maybe He will use me by writing. So, I’m really thankful for Him because I’m able to write my own diary.
Thank you, God. To God be the glory.
My Diary – Introduction
(Let’s welcome Sandra, a new author for Checkdash! – Ninja)
My diary? Whose story is this, this time? What written on diaries are all the same anyway. That is according to others. But for me, no. Some diary entries just even repeat themselves again and again but not all. I’m different. Oh!!! I haven’t introduced myself yet. I am, by the way, a girl and I have a Pangasinan blood. You may call me Sandra.
Maybe to others, they think that… this is about lovelife again. But no. This is about my life. How God changed my life. I don’t know if you like it or not. But I encourage you to read my diary because it includes everything – what I am and what I want to happen with my life. I also want to do this not for myself but for you who will read these. I hope, my writing will become useful for you.
Basted
This is what I tell more
To girls I don’t wanna fall for.
Especially the one
That I want to be gone.
I hate to be courted
To the one who has hatred.
I love saying that word
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