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I'm just a simple guy living in no fairy tale world. I laugh, i cry, i get hurt and sometimes get stumble with my own ups and down...I may not be able to please everybody but atleast i know for myself that i'm just living my lfe the way i want it to be. No hype, no pretense..just me!

Friday, May 15, 2009

The Libra Man


"In my youth," said his Father, "I took to the law. And argued each case with my wife;

And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life."

You'll get plenty of free advice from this man. Hell have the perfect solution to all your problems and an answer for every question you ask. But there's no use expecting him to be the answer to all your girlish dreams. He'll change some of them and argue with others. A Libra male can be as cranky as a crocodile with poison ivy, and his habit of rationalizing everything, including love, will drive you to frenzy-or leave you limp with defeat.

Still, I must warn you that once you're caught and en­meshed in the Libran charm, it won't be easy to break away. Trying to escape from a bear trap is a cinch, com­pared to liberating yourself from a Libran man. If you try to run, he'll persuade you to stay with such logical, intelli­gent arguments you couldn't hope to top them unless you graduated from Harvard Law School. In addition to using his unmatched reasoning powers on you, he'll turn so sweet and gentle you'll forget the frustrating inconsistencies of his nature that upset you before. Then he'll smile at you and something will happen inside. Your heart will turn over.

From that moment on, the battle will be lost. His dreams will be your dreams, and nothing will matter so much as making him happy. You'll seek that smile and need it to survive the way a thirsty traveler needs water. Only a really hard-hearted Hannah could resist a Libran smile, and she'd have to summon all her determination to avoid being magnetized by its purity. The Libran charm is not like the hypnotic persuasion of the Scorpio. The attraction of Libra is logicul and real, not supernatural in any sense. There's no black magic about it, just common sense submission to his heavenly aura.

On the other hand, to use his favorite catch phrase, there will be times when those Libra scales dip back and forth with crazy contradiction. You'll have to shout at him, push him into the lake, or stand on your head to get his atten­tion and force him to make a move. Don't be so naive as to think love will be smooth and eternally tranquil, even if he is ruled by Venus. If you're up on your Roman mythology, you're aware that Venus had her off days. Still, when the scales balance, life with Libra can be as intoxicat­ing as a goblet of golden ambrosia, with lots of laughs and a casual freedom known only to the gods who cavort on Olympus.

Making up his mind is a chore no less strenuous to the average Libran male than taming a wild buffalo, and once he's made it up, he's liable to change it with no warning if he suspects he's made a mistake. There's a woman I know Who hoped to go into a business partnership with a Libran, and she learned the hard way about this legendary Libra idiosyncrasy. They had a breakfast appointment together one summer morning, and both of them were full of en­thusiastic, optimistic plans for the future. After he dropped her off on the way to his office, she began to worry. His promises were almost too good to be true, so she phoned him, just to make sure she hadn't been dreaming. He was still excited, he repeated all his promises and ambitious plans, and they made a date to get together again the fol­lowing week. Before they hung up, he guessed what was on her mind and reassured her. "By the way," he re­marked, "I want to say something, since I won't see you again for a few days." He hesitated slightly (she missed that clue), then continued with conviction. "I wanted to tell you that, well-I guess what I wanted to say is don't worry. I won't change my mind. We'll go through with it, just the way we planned."

The next week, when he didn't call, she phoned him again. "Were you out of town?" she asked. "No," he said slowly. "I didn't call you because I wanted to think it over." A long pause. "I think I should try something with a smaller budget first. We'll get together on our project next spring. I promise. It's just that, well, I've decided it's best to wait until then, and put it on the shelf for a while, you know?"

Filled with natural resentment and disappointment after such an unexpected letdown, she made a decision of her own. She would never speak to him again. The man was obviously undependable, untrustworthy and cruel, besides. A month later she passed him on the street, and he stopped to say hello. Caught off guard, she stammered an aloof, cool sentence or two of greeting, and instantly regretted that she hadn't cut him dead. Then he smiled. That did it. She was once more his strongest booster. He could do no wrong, even to her. To this day she defends him fiercely, and if she hears that one of his dreams got shattered, she has an illogical desire to help him pick up the pieces so he'll smile again.

Now, if that could occur when a woman is involved with a Libra man only in a business way, can you imagine your state of mind and your ability to insulate yourself if you should happen to fall in love with one of these impossible charmers? You simply can't be too careful. Steel yourself to turn your head when he smiles. Stuff cotton in your ears when he starts his convincing arguments in that smooth-as-silk voice that makes the back of your neck tingle.

The word love and the word Libra are practically syn­onymous. Libra invented romance, and refined it to an art with even more finesse than Leo, Scorpio and Taurus, which is saying a lot. The delicate strategies of Cupid are inbred Libran talents. He'll use every trick with casual ease and seldom fail to get the girl. However, once he gets her, he isn't always sure what to do with her. Having thoroughly charmed her into willing submission, he hesi­tates. Should he take advantage of her helpless state or should he propose marriage? Or both? Or neither? The mental struggle begins, and life in the garden of Eden with this particular Adam becomes' considerably less than ecstatic.

He won't lose interest in the opposite sex until he's at least ninety. It may be purely an academic interest if he's happily married, but the subject will never bore him, even if he only speculates what it would be like to whirl each pretty girl he sees around an imaginary ballroom.

Since the art of love-making comes so easily-and shockingly early-to the Libra male, and since he almost always wears the crown of success on his romantic excur­sions into love's jungle, he gets tangled up with a lot of clinging vines. Libra hates to hurt anyone's feelings, though he remains blissfully unaware of the damage done when he's in an argumentative mood. He hates to say no, and seldom realizes that postponement is more unkind than an outright break of an affair which has no chance of hap­piness. In the opposite situation when the mutual feeling is as close to sublime as humans ever reach on this earth, the prolonged agony can be equally tortuous. Only an Aquarian can be more shy of making a drastic move in one direction or another. If he senses he's being unfair to someone in his own life, to you-or to someone in your recent romantic past-there will be no end to his painful indecision. Being unfair is, to him, a crime roughly on a level with murder. The reluctance to be cruel can push him into a mistaken proposal of marriage, predestined for the divorce courts •-or else his endless procrastination can cause him to miss (he love of his life. So you can see his attitude is a two-edged sword, which can either slice away true love or cut him a piece of indigestible matrimony. Tossing out false sentiment is the cure for both.

The tendency toward fickleness in Libra men can't be denied. They do tend to trifle, especially in youth. The natural Libra impulse is to to size up every third or fourth woman they come across, and weigh her possibilities of being the true soul mate. They often get friendship and love hopelessly confused. Surprisingly, it's not often that the Libran will suffer from a broken heart, for all his dabbling and experimenting. He can forget with insulting quickness, and be less apt than anyone, except perhaps a Gemini or Sagittarius male, to allow himself to regret the memory of unrequited love or a romance that was fated never to be. He may sustain a few bruised spots, but there will be no permanent damage, except in very unusual cases. Then the hurt can be devastating beyond imagina­tion. But it happens so rarely you won't find many ex­amples. It's easier to find a soft-hearted, guileless Libra man in the clutches of a passionately determined female who has made him feel that deserting her would be a sin second only to breaking all the ten commandments at once. Caught in such a net, he can be a pretty miserable prisoner of love. But both extremes are the exceptions, and most Libra men manage to keep free enough to enjoy romance to the fullest, without letting sentimental ties rope them in.

He isn't too interested in rooting out your secrets. He may seem to be, at first glance, but take a second look. Often he misses what's going on two inches under his nose.

Everyone will notice what's happening but him. Though he'll argue until hell freezes over, his purpose is not to dig out personal motives, but to dwell on abstract theories so that he can reach a balanced judgment. His questions aren't aimed at uncovering anyone's hidden neurosis. He just wants to sort the facts and assemble them in the proper places. He'll discuss pros and cons with brilliant logic and astute rationalization, and his conclusion will usually be fair, accurate, sensible and practical. Not even Solomon in all his wisdom could top a typical Libran's final, balanced decision. But he doesn't have the inclination to figure the personal nuances or emotional tangles that lie just beneath the surface. The facts and the facts alone are sufficient. The Piscean, Scorpio or Aquarian's deep penetration of character would, to his mind, muddy the crystal-clear picture he seeks. He instinctively feels that such psychological examination is out of his line. It is.

If you're extravagant, he'll simply deduce that you spend money like water; therefore you aren't a good credit risk. The fact that you seek emotional security by wasting cash isn't in his field. He's not your psychiatrist. If you're stingy, he's only interested in carefully examining your thrift to form an accurate appraisal of your customs. There's no desire to uncover your secret fear of losing your inde­pendence through poverty. Promiscuity will make him argue against its pitfalls; frigidity will, bring on even lengthier discussions about isolation from human com­panionship. But he'll avoid learning about the traumatic experiences that brought on the former, or the deep-seated feelings of inadequacy that triggered the latter. Libra is the judge. You'll see lots of judges handing down fair decisions, based on weighing the facts in the case, but you won't find many of them asking you why the color red makes you nervous, or sympathizing with your com­pulsion to lock your husband out because he wore those red-striped pajamas. Always remember that the Libran argues with only an abstract curiosity. He appears to be a prober, but he's not. Nor is he as nosy and gossipy as he seems to be. It's like breaking the seal of the confessional to pry a secret given in confidence from the typical Libran.

All this makes him terribly trustworthy, but a little hard on your feelings. You can confide in him with faith. But you'll suffer when he misses sensing your innermost needs. He wants to please you, but there's seldom enough under-standing of your silent hopes to satisfy all your longings (unless there's a water sign on the ascendant, or the Moon is in a water sign). Just because he's an expert lover technically doesn't make him the soul of empathy in relation to your moods. He has enough trouble coping with his own. Nothing can be more irritating than when you rush to him with a story about how someone has hurt you deeply. You seek sympathy, and what do you get? His first question will be, "What did you do to him (or her)?" Then he'll point out where you were just as much in the wrong, until you could scream with unsatisfied indignation. Go ahead and scream, he still won't take sides if he thinks you've been unfair, and the emotional implications will escape him.

Trouble invariably arises from this Libran lack of aware­ness of the partner's need to be understood in depth. It may seem unbelievable that he can be so intuitive about the abstract, so brilliantly logical in deduction, so capable of clear, open-minded and open-eyed deliberation, and still be so aggravatingly obtuse about what makes you ache or thrill inside. But it's one of those inconsistencies you have to live with, if you live with a Libran. His gentleness and that smile, of course, make it easier to bear.

Unless there are financial afflictions in his natal chart, he won't be tight with the budget. On the contrary, the typical Libran has a rather lavish hand with cash. He believes in spending it on objects or activities that bring beauty or happiness. Be prepared to be a good hostess, because his home will be a regular hospitality center at most any hour of the day or night (except during those times when he's resting and won't take kindly to being disturbed by doorbells, telephones or people). Don't drag him to crowded places where he's forced to feel the press of flesh and where the noise offends his sense of harmony. Crowds of strangers affect his inner equilibrium. All Librans have an instinctive distaste for physical contact with masses of humanity. His social life will be generously sprinkled with intelligent, sparkling people, but when the group expands to over a couple of dozen warm bodies, he'll Struggle for air. A Libra man can suddenly leave you alone in a crowded theater with no explanation. He doesn't hate you. He was just overcome with claustrophobia, a typical Ubran affliction.

The fastest road to the disinterest that leads to divorce Ffs a disorderly home. Keep the radio and TV sets toned down, and don't let the odor of cooking penetrate hia sensitive nostrils. If you must make onion soup and garlic bread, spray pine-scented deodorant around until the house smells like the great northern woods. A wife who serves a Libran husband bread right out of the wrapper, makes him use paper towels for napkins and leaves the milk bottle or cereal box out where he can see them is beaded for the life of a not-so-gay divorcee sooner than she may think. Hanging stockings across the shower rod is out. Forgetting to dust or make the beds can keep him in a constant state of emotional discord. Hell retreat from the disharmony with longer and longer naps and more and more nights out alone, and eventually, there will be no communication. He may be as sloppy as six pigs himself, but he'll expect you to pick up his socks and fold the papers be scatters on the floor. If the chartreuse draperies clash with a maroon rug, he can pout for years, and you'll never know why. Better keep the decor pastel. With the typical Libran kindness, he may not complain, but his secretary and her exquisite taste may look more attractive to him every day.

The Libra male hates confusion, and he really needs harmony to remain stable. His home must be a beautiful, quiet oasis from the jangling discord of the outside world, or those scales may remain permanently out of balance. Since he seldom probes motives, you'll have to be smart enough to guess why he's never home or why he sleeps all the time when he is. Remember that he's weak on intro­spection, so you must be the analyst. He'll never suspect his unhappiness stems from seeing you covered with cold cream and the youngsters covered with jelly. He may not realize he hates the orange shower curtain or that the lithograph of George Washington crossing the Delaware which hangs over the mantle goes against his artistic grain. He won't quite understand why he keeps forgetting to kiss you goodnight and good morning, but his logical mind will tell him something is off balance, and he'll suffer from it more than he lets on. Pick up the papers and toys, spruce, Up the house, dab on your best perfume, take the curlers out of your hair, turn down the television, buy some heavenly blue shower curtains and get a good Degas print to replace George over the mantle. You'll wake up some morning and find you're married to a completely new man With a totally changed attitude.

The children will always benefit from his sense of fair­ness. He'll make sure the biggest youngsters don't take advantage of the baby, or the youngest doesn't break the oldest's bicycle spokes. Libran fathers will exercise dis­cipline with quiet authority, and they'll try to give a logical reason for punishment, which will seldom be administered in anger. Like you, the children will melt under his charm; and like you, they'll also chafe under his constant debating and challenging. Strangely, a Libra man usually doesn't look forward enthusiastically to the birth of children. But after they arrive, he weighs the advantage of their love against loneliness, plunges into fatherhood with a sincere desire to enjoy it, and normally ends up as a doting parent. However, he'll never allow parental affection to replace his romantic feelings for you. With typical Librans of both sexes, the mate comes first, offspring second. You needn't fear that his love for you will decrease as the family in­creases-assuming, of course, you got rid of those char­treuse draperies or the maroon rug, one or the other- and that the dirty dishes don't continually pile up in the sink.

One final word of advice. If you're in love with a Libra man, and you're sure it's meant to be, go right ahead and propose whatever it is you want to propose, up to and including marriage. Hell be relieved that you took the initiative. But watch out for that perverse streak-which causes him to let you decide, and then when it doesn't work out, cheerfully point out that "You made the decision. I didn't." Make sure you know what you're doing, or you'll never hear the end of it. There's only one way to even the score with him. Say "Yes, I decided. If I had left it up to you, we'd still be standing under that lamppost in the rain saying 'I love you,' and we'd both have caught pneumonia." He'll argue with you, naturally, but just before or after you bounce the teapot off his head, he'll accidentally smile, and there you'll be-stand­ing under that lamppost in the rain again, saying "I love you," once more. I believe this is where I came in.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

" To describe love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love."

As they always say love is the most powerful yet whimsical feeling that God has given to his mankind. it's mysterious, magical, complex, difficult, imaginary, thought-provoking, inspirational, intuitional, joyous, immeasurable, ecstasy, and undefinable that can tear you apart and make you lose your normal state of mind or just being caught by your own delusions but why in spite of the pain people still choose to be in love?uhhmmm simply because we love the feeling of getting hurt or maybe Love itself is a universal experience. Yet, every individual occurrence - while perhaps bound by a common thread - seems absolutely unique. Love is what love is! To everyone it expresses itself differently. In that way we find real love. Logic says everything in this world has a cause and effect. True Love is the only feeling which is its own cause and its own effect. It is something illogical and yet above all logic.I few months ago i spoke to my friends and asked them to define love but i got no response from them instead they just laugh at me.

From the way i see it this is how many people approach a relationship. Consciously or unconsciously, they believe love is a sensation based on physical and emotional attraction that magically, spontaneously generates when Mr. or Ms. Right appears. And just as easily, it can spontaneously degenerate when the magic "just isn't there" anymore. You fall in love, and you can fall out of it. but actually they didn't know that love is embracing differences and discovering ways in which to build a common lifestyle, share decision-making and taking equal responsibility for the results. It looked past imperfections in your partner and seeing the beautiful person inside. True love seeks the happiness and well being of your partner. Love expresses itself in the mutual respect you demonstrate to your partner.

One must understand whether "what is love" can be a question which can be answered? Love cannot be a question. For, if it is a question then an answer should be there. If the answer is there, where is it? This question is ancient and an answer should have been found by now! If the answer has been found, the question would have disappeared.

But the question still remains, meaning the answer has not been found. If it has not been found as yet, then what is the certainty that it will be found? Maybe the mind can never find the answer! A single answer, which will please all minds, is not possible for each mind has its own ideas of love. Hence a universal answer is an illusion.

Individual answers are there for love and for this very reason there are arguments about love for each mind will contradict the answer of another mind. This contradiction is normal for each mind lives in a different point in time. Hence "what is love" is an illusionary question, which has no answer!

But perhaps. . . Love just Is. While in its allness and in its nothingness, all we need to do is simply let it be.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - 1 Corinthians 13:5-7

Friday, May 8, 2009



After the sudden flow of sad memories from the past he found himself leaving the place, the place where i knew that there is always love, a place where i found real happiness... my lovely Xena, but then i have to move on and start with a brand new life...


Garret woke up from the noise being created by his alarm clock. It's 5:30 and it has been his daily routine to wake up that early for his job oblige him to do so. He is now the supervisor of one of the Top Call Centers in the country, with his high class performance that he had shown during the past years, no doubt that he landed on the position that soon. He goes straight to the bathroom and starts his shower.

Two years had past and now he is totally healed from pain caused by the sudden death of Xena, his Girlfriend. It was actually no jokes what he was goin through that two years, he mourned a lot and at night he just find himself sobbing but thru the help of his friends Garrett regained his strength and confidence again.

He stepped out from the bathroom and headed towards to his closet. A lot of things has change since the death of Xena, even his fashion sense. If before he wasn't more particular with what he was wearing, now he is way too cool from before. His change of image helps him to have the enigmatic charisma that no one can resist. He worked out a lot to have the kind of body he wanted. He could still barely remember his friends teasing him Payatot and that irritates him and gives him the courage to develop his body from payatot to a hot one.

After picking his clothes, Garret hurried up to the kitchen and have his breakfast. At exactly 7 sharp he leave the house and goes to work. He is required to work 12 hours a day but he never complain about his schedule after all, his hard worked has been paid when the big boss gave him the supervisor position...On his way to work he accidentally bump in to this lady.

ouchhhhh....the lady said. will you please look your way mr. you are giving me headache. look what you've done?

Garrett just look at the young lady trying to find some words to say.

What now?are you just goin to look at me like that?

a iii''''mmmmm so ooo ooorrry miss, I didn't mean to ruin your day . Is there anything I can do to pay the damage i have caused you?

Is that it? Is that all you are goin to say? ggggrrrrrrrrrrrrr...Get lost bastard. and the lady started to walk away.

Garrett followed her with a look until she dissappear from his sight. whoaaa she was so damn beautiful! he looked up his watch..holy shit i am late for work.

He can't seem to concentrate with his work, the lady that he met this morning keep coming back to his head...her angelic face keep flashing thru his head while they were having that moment. His lfow of thoughts interrupted when his friend Sean bumped into him.

Hey dude what's up with you right there? Sean Started.We are planning to go out tonight i'd suggest that it would be better if you could come and spend some time with the group. C'mon give yourself a fucking break bro.

He just laugh at it. I have some crumping to rush but i'd still try to make it there later. don't worry.

Don't try instead do it...c'mon workaholic dude. I'll introduce you to my cousin i'm sure you'll definitely like her.

ok ok u kick your ass right there and see you later. Sean walk out from his sight and he continue with what he is doing. After work he finally decided to join the group with thier usual routine though lately due to his promotion he seldom go out with his buddies.

On a far sight before he gets closer to his friends he was freeze for a moment when he saw the woman that he had argued with this morning..What is she doing here? Garrett asked himself. He close his eyes and open it again to see if he is not dreaming. When he is about to walk out Mark saw him.

Hey Garrett where you goin? come join us we got something for you, I mean we got someone right here to introduce to you. Mark Said it with a little smile on his face.

He walked towards the group silently...hey Dude I'd like you to meet my cousin Michelle. Sean Uttered

Michelle this our friend Garrett at the same time our boss.

Garrett, my cousin Michelle. He just look at the woman's face without saying anything. After a couple of seconds when he finally comes back to his normal state of mind he offered a shake hand to her.

I'm glad to finally meet you Michelle.. But Michelle ignore his hand.

So you are Garrett? the Chauvinist pig, silly old rat bastard.

Hey spare me the insult...Look, I am really sorry for what had happen this morning. It wasn't intentional. We were both in a rush.

Are you two know each other? Sean Aasked?

Absolutely yes cousin, He was the one i'm telling you awhile ago. But no worries now he seem too sincere with his apology and it's accepted.

Since that night Garrett and Michele became so close. There were even times that they would go out and watched movies or have dinner in a fancy resataurant and sometimes Michelle would invite Garrett to go to her condo and cooked for his favorite foods but they never talk about thier feelings. All they know is their happy when their together and when their away they tend to miss each other.

One late afternoon when Garrett visited Michelle he tried to open up about his feeling towards her but he doesn't know where to start.

Hey, is there something bothering you?Michele asked

uhhmmmmm listen Michele, I love you but i am afraid... What if I lose you again? What if i am not the right guy for you, What if...

Ssssshhhhhhhhhh...stop it. You know what? loving someone doesn't give you the guarantee that you won't get hurt, How will you know real love when you can't experince how to be broken? how will you know that you are not the right one for me if you will not trust your instinct?Garrett, I am not expecting anything from you. You alone is already enough for me to live my life and if ever time comes that we won't be together i won't get mad maybe then that's our fate and you can't question it.

Garret held her tight in his arm and slowly kiss Michele's lips. Enough for them to know that they had each other to combat the odds that might come thier way.

I love you Garrett.. I won't get tired of saying that to you.

I love you too Michelle.

...and just after a couple of months Garret and Michele finally tied the knots and lived happily ever after.



On the wings of breeze,as waves come flying
To restless shore,which awaits anxiously
For watery joys, the shore plays
Hankering heart's lute,as a bliss prevails

Compelling souls to take birth,and bees, to hum
The sweet melody,in the eager ears of birds
...(flying above the shore)
As they keep waiting,for music,to come
And,to dance in delight,the clouds seem burdened

Sky is gloom with overcast,and a blissful rain
Cascades from heaven to earth,a hush comes
Upon birds,their long wait,is ending in vain
As they long for sun,to wake up,and rescue them from deluge
....(they wanted to hear the magical music)

The drops on the shore,have long,fallen asleep
...(drops of water of waves,asleep meaning here dried up)
As the waves,had abandoned,the shore,for their
Sea is storm ridden;As clouds thunder and weep
Silent shore sighs,as his fanciful dream dies

And,I, on the beach,a witness,my eyes couldn't
...(witness to the meeting of shore and waves)
Conceal the serendipity,of the scented hour
Smiling to myself,my thoughts are transported
To some dizzy heights,my physical form,left the place..

The Last Goodbye

The last Goodbye

5:57 pm

I'm deeply sorry if i really caused you trouble. God knows how much i wanted to be with you and for the little time we've shared together you gain a space in my heart. What i found in you is incomparable and for as long as i live I'll treasure that in my heart, mind and soul and let it live with me...Just remember that you mean so much to me. Never think that i didn't care about you at all because truth is I love you but let us accept the fact that we can't be together for now. only time can tell what the future hold for us and if ever I'd be given the the chance to choose the person i wanna be with it's you that i will choose..take care and goodbye.

He can't help but cry as tears fall down on his face. He kept reading the text message over and over again and make himself believe that it isn't true. Mark world's seem to crumple that particular moment, he wanted to scream and shout for the pain he is feeling. Days, weeks, months had past but still he's still not yet recover from the pain. He party a lot and socialize just to forget everything. he seem devastated with his life. At home he find himself just in his room watching movies and not minding what is happening around.

My God Mark, what are you doing with your life? his friend said.. losing someone you love doesn't mean losing what you have started. You have your life even before you met that person so don't be such a fool to act like that. there's reason why this thing happened to you maybe then this is God's way of making you two realize what's best for both of you and if you are really meant for each other destiny will find a way to reunite you again so go on with your life and just be happy. I'm sure that person also feels what you are feeling right now but then both of you can't do anything about it because you are caught in this twisted fate...

He gazed at his friend's eyes but no words had come out from his mouth instead a sudden tears comes crushing down. His friend hug him so tight.. don't worry Mark everything will be OK in time. just cry on my shoulder all the pain and promise me that this will be the last time I'll see you crying.

Promise Mae... Thank you for always being there for me.

You know you are always welcome Mark. So get up and have fun..Mae said

Mark stood up and gave his friend Mae a kiss on the cheeks... Thank you

Friday, April 10, 2009

Pamper Yourself

Pamper Yourself

Going to work tomorrow and still feel tired? Well...boost yourself! Try this...

Lavender Spritzer

Distilled Water
Lavender Aqua (essential oil)

Mix a drop or two oflavender aqua (or essential oil) in a bottle of distilled water. Store in refrigerator and spray on face and body for a refreshing and soothing lift.

Use this refreshing spritzer anytime you need a soothing boost.

My Cyber Kind of Love

My Cyber Kind Of LOve

I wanted to believed that there is always a happy ending for everything but as i aged i came to realize that not all things in this universe are meant to be...maybe in our imagination because that's what we want to believe after all the happy ending that i knew was the one i read in books...

My boss assigned me to prepare the matrix plan for our incoming seminar and as one of his side kicks i oblige to do so. unluckily, i don't have my own personal laptop so i needed to go over the internet cafe to do the research about the topic and so while i was browsing i opened one of my accounts and leave it on. In the middle of my work i got buzz by this person and as i sign of respect i replied and to my surprise we became friends that instant. We get a long well and exchange phone numbers, unfortunately, the person is already committed but that didn't keep us away from communicating. For almost about 2 weeks of exchanging messages and calls i must i say i was developed to this person, though we are million miles away from each other i am always vocal about my feelings and so that person too on me. Until one day we just suddenly lost track of communication. I am hesitant to contact that person for i am afraid to be rejected knowing that the person is already committed or maybe that person realized that no matter how hard we try still we can't be together ..and i am starting to feel the pain.

For that person who will always have a special place in my heart..thank you very much for the happiness I've felt in a short moment we've shared i know one day our path will cross again and i just wanna let u know that I'll always be here waiting even if it takes forever...