Monday, March 2, 2009
You Changed My Life
Well I can say that it's really me..I mean before I was so inlove with my beau that I get used to be with him all the time. Imagine, he fetch me at home for school and pick me up at the same time. At that time he was a freelance computer engineer so he has his time and can go wherever he wants. But just like other relationships ours was not an exemption. When he decided to stick with one company, he became so busy and got no time for me. There were times when I lied and told him that I'm sick or have ulcer just to see him. (how pathetic love could make a person be) But our relationship didn't take long, unlike Laida and Miggy's story, we part ways. He fall for another girl...
The lesson I've learned?.. When you love someone don't give it all.Keep something for yourself and don't live as if he's the only reason why the world is moving.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
till death do us part..
“Every day since my husbansd, Jack Benny, has been gone, the florist has delivered one long-stemmed red rose to my home...”Mary began. For the first few weeks, I was in state of deep mourning. It never occurred to me to ask who the roses were coming from.
“I can't begin to express the grief I felt. Jack's loss...Our separation after forty-eight years of complete togetherness...My feelings of utter loneliness, even though I was surrounded by relatives and dear, dear friends who tried to cheer me up.
“Jack died the day after christmas. The New Year of 1975 came and went without my noticing it. I heard of people 'being numb with grief', but I had never fully understood what those words meant-not until I went through it myself.
“It must have been seven or eight weeks before I finally asked the maid who the daily flower was from. To my surprise, she had no idea. I called our florist and asked him...
“He told me that quite a while before Jack passed away, he stopped in to send a boquet of flowers to a friend. As Jack was leaving, he sudeenly turned back and said, 'david, if anything should happen top me, I want you to send my doll a red rose every day...'
“When the florist finished, I was silent for a moment, and tears started running dwn my face. I thanked him and sid good-bye”.
Subsequently, Mary7 learned that Jack had actually included a provision for the flowers in his will. ne perfect reed rose was to be delivered to her evry day...for the rest of her life.
Mary Livingstone Benny and Hilliard Marks with Marcie Borie
---Most of the time it took a lot of years to forget or if not moved on from the past...may it be because you both decided to part ways, one of the couple went out of love or one of them passed away...either of the three will cost so ,much pain. the kind of pain that will make you go like crazy..a kind of pain that is so hard to manage.In this life were nothing is fair we have to learn how to accept everything that happens to us.After the acceptance, trust me everything will be alright.
feeling good about being you
1.Listen to music you love.
2.Make a list of what you don't like about yourself.
3.Think, “so what!”
4.Remember that it's not always about you.
5.Shake that booty
6.Catch your Zzzs.
7.Ditch the TV fantasy and leave in the real world.
How to be beautiful..
1.Beautiful is a dreamer.
2.Beautiful is a healthy body.
3.Beautiful is a cheerful spirit.
4.Beautiful is a friend who sits withn you.
5.Beautiful is saying thank you.
6.Beautiful is a kind heaart.
7.Beautiful is a bright shining smile.
8.Beautiful is poetry.
9.Beautiful is enjoying what you wear.
10.Beautiful is old fashioned.
11.Beautiful is a perfect day.
12.Beautiful is looking neat.
13.Beautiful is your own creation.
14.Beautiful is a great comeback.
15.Beautiful is a good night's sleep.
16.Beautiful is marching to your own drum.
17.Beautiful is a gutsy girl.
18.Beautiful is a fresh scent.
19.Beautiful is a buzzing brain.
20.Beautiful is self-confidence.
Friday, February 27, 2009
To let go does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can't do it for someone else
To let go is not to cut myself off,
it's the realization I can't control another.
To let go is not to enable,
but allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means
the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
it's to make the most of myself.
To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.
To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their destinies.
To let go is not to be protective,
it's to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
--author unknown
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
scary foot steps
i was horrified last night when a friend told me waht happened last sunday night in the boarding house..those shoes that you see were not arranged by anyone...
one of the girl who occupied the room was cleaning the place when she felt like something behind
her back is moving, but she didn't pay attention and continue with what she's doing...then when she turn around she just saw those shoes arranged and seems tobe heading to the room bed # 6...
prayer for a boyfriend
Heavenly father full of grace
bless my boyfriend's handsome face,
bless his hair that kinda curl,
keep him away from other girls.
Bless his hands which are strong
may they stay where they belong
bless his eyes which tend to roam
keep them from seeing what is not shown.
Bless his lips I love to kiss
bless his arms that hold me tight
bless his body that feels so right
If ever he'd read this prayer of mine
bless that thought that would enter his mind.
And now, I'm asking an apology to my dear aunt for posting it here...until now she have no idea that we've read her precious old diary...hope she won't be able to read this..