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| Love Story |
| 07.09.04 (1:02 am) [edit] |
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.
Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
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| Everybody's free |
| 07.08.04 (11:40 pm) [edit] |
If i cud offer u only one tip of the future...Sunscreen wud be it...a long term benefit of sunscreen hav been improved by scientists..whereis the rest of my advice have no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience...i will dispense this advice now...
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth..but never mind, u'll nt undrstand the power and beauty of ur youth until they fail...but trust me..in 20 yrs, u'll luk back at photos of urself, recallin away u can't grasp nw, hw much possibilities laid b4 u & hw fabulous u rily look, u r nt as fat as u imagine...
Dnt worry bout the future..or worry that to know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum...the real troubles in life are at to be things that never crossed ur worried mind..the kind that blindside u at 4pm on some idle tuesday...
Do one thing everyday that scares you...SING! don't be reckless with other people's hearts..don't put up with people that are reckless with yours..FLAWS!!don't waste ur tym on jealousy..sumtyms ur ahead..sumtyms ur behind...the race s long & at the end, it's only wid urself..remember compliments u recieved, forget the insults...f u succeed in doing this, tell me how...keep ur own love letters, throw away ur old bank statements..
STRETCH!!!don't feel guilty f u dnt know wat u wanna do wid ur lyf.. the most interesting poeple i knw,,didn't know what 22..what they wanted 2 do wid thier lives..sum of the most intersting 40 year old i knw stl don't knw...get plenty of calcium..be kind 2 ur needs..u'll miss them when their gone..
Maybe u'll marry..maybe u won't..maybe u'll have children..maybe u won't..maybe u'll divorce at 40 ..maybe u'll dance the funky chicken on ur 75th wedding anniverary..whatever u do..don't congratulate urself too much..or berate ur self either..ur choices are half chances..so are everybody elses..
Enjoy ur body..use it everyway u can..don't b afraid of it..or what other people think of it..it's the greatest instrument u'll ever own...
DANCE!!!even f u have nowhere to do it but in ur own living room..read the directions..even f u dnt follow. DO NOT READ BEAUTY MAGAZINES, they will only make u feel ugly...
Get to knw ur parents..u'll never knw when they will be gone for good...be nice to your siblings..they are ur best links 2 ur past & the people most likely to stick wid u n d future...
Understand that friends come and go..but to the precious few u shud hold on...work hard 2 bridge the gaps & geographies in lifestyle..coz the older u get the more u know the people u knew when u were young...
Live n New York city once..but leave b4 it makes u hard...Live in Northern Carolina but leave b4 it makes u soft...
TRAVEL!!!except certain inalliable truths...PRICES WILL RISE..POLITICIANS WILL PHILANDER AND YOU TOO WILL GET OLD..and when you do..u'll fantasized that when you were young..PRICES WERE REASONABLE..POLITICIANS WER NOBLE...& CHILDREN RESPECTED THIER ELDERS!!Respect ur elders...dnt expect anyone to support you..maybe u'll have a trust fund..maybe u'll have a wealthy spouse, but u'll never knew when either one might run out...
Don't mess too much wid ur hair..for about the time ur 40..u'll look 85...be careful who's advice u buy..but be patient to those who supply it...ADVICE is a form of NOSTALGIA..dispensing it is a way of swishing the past from the disposal..wiping it off..painting over the ugly part and recyling it for more than it's worth...but trust me...on the SUNCSCREEN!!!
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| Falling in love |
| 07.08.04 (9:48 pm) [edit] |
When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try. You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time.Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.
Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.
The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.
Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.
Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart.Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love. There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love 'coz every time we do, we get hurt, then i figured that's why it's called falling in love.
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| giving when it counts |
| 07.08.04 (9:41 pm) [edit] |
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously, survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away"? Being young the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
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| Always Remember those who serve |
| 07.08.04 (9:36 pm) [edit] |
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
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| thank you to kukov |
| 06.24.04 (9:13 pm) [edit] |
I am haunted by the ghost of your hand cautiously
yet reverently touching mine for the first time.
It sits silently on my palm remembering
chiseled lines which were once as familiar as
the back of its own hand.
It breathes in the scent and sweat of my life’s longings,
passion and misgivings knowing well enough
the name they bear yet wanting not to speak it---
For speaking it Rumplestiltskin-like Will lead to its
Own oblivion Leaving my hand cold And the life it holds
Terrifyingly colder…
from jamez paul
thanks my friend
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| A Love lost |
| 06.24.04 (8:36 pm) [edit] |
Walking around the mall by myself, I bumped into someone I never thought of seeing again. At first, I didn’t know what to do. Should I approach her? Should I say hi? What should I say to her? Does she still remember me?
After all these years, she looked pretty much the same to me. Her hair is still short, so is her height; and she still wears that sweet smile on her face. She is still the same attractive girl I met 8 years ago, but it felt different seeing her again.
Here in front of me is the first person who made me human, the first person who brought joy, laughter, pain and suffering to my life. The first person who made me feel wanted, and the first person who made me feel worthless. And after how many years, I can still remember how I habitually made phone calls to her every 8 0’ clock, after the chain of soap operas she fanatically monitored; how I would surprise her with different gifts that vary from simple letters to baked cookies to surprise parties; how I loved holding her hand while we walked around, with her strong grip as if she didn’t want to let me go; how I loved everything about her, her smile, her eyes, and how she made me feel.
Here in front of me is the person who made me cry buckets of tears, use up boxes of Kleenex, and close my door to the world. Here in front of me is the person who taught me that life isn’t all about having fun; that there is more to life than endless phone calls, gifts, long walks, and yes, there is more to life than love. That life doesn’t end when love fades; that people walk in and out of your life and you can’t do anything but accept it, because that’s how life is.
And when I think about it now, it just makes me smile to know that as pathetic as I was when I was moaning over a love lost, I became a better person because of her. All the things she taught me and all the memories I have of her are stored as a chapter of my life; one of the best chapters of my life that I will never forget -- and I will always be thankful for that.
And there she stood, in front of me, and I have been staring at her for the past few minutes. I still didn’t know what to say. And when she finally saw me, she grabbed my hand as she used to do years ago, and greeted me with her sweet smile. She was in a hurry and I didn’t want to keep her for long.
As I walked away, I knew that what just happened was a sign, not of a second chance, but that life is never about closing your door to the world. That life is about being human, that it is all right to cry and to make mistakes. And that however painful love can be, it is the only thing that makes us truly human.
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| Dreams |
| 06.23.04 (5:05 am) [edit] |
[i]It all started with a dream.. Ironically, it ended with a dream as well.[/i]--Otomo No Yakamuchi
On my first semester of internship, I was deployed to a province up north, along with other classmates. One of those was a guy who would definitely be considered a head turner—he had the height, the looks, the wits, the dream-like qualities you would look for in a guy, he definitely had. But I never really got the chance to get to know him until that internship. True, I admired his physique and everything but I never really gave it a thought that we could have a chance. Apparently, besides all those qualities, he had the reputation of being snobbish around the college.
Days passed and we found ourselves enjoying each other’s company—we would spend endless nights talking, just about anything—the comforts we missed in Manila, opinions on certain issues, our families, friends, past relationships, etc.
We became regular drinking buddies as we call it and textmates as well (for we were given our own areas to live in for the duration of the internship—so we were practically apart for most of the time).
One day, he texted me and told me of a dream he had of him and me, I dismissed it. The following week, he again, told me that he dreamt of me again. Which got me into thinking, right even before we got to know each other, right before he told me, he dreamt of us together, I have seen him in my dreams, holding hands with me as if we were together. Then right after he told me of his first dream, I dreamt of him again, this time, we were kissing passionately. Whew! I could not contain myself but to tell him that I have been seeing him in my dreams as well.
So we started off like that. After that conversation, we began noticing each other like we never did before; not just as plain friends or as drinking buddies but as well as… well, you know…
We were happy then, like in the dreams we’ve had. But like everything else, which soon ends, we had to return to Manila for the end of the semester. This meant less time to spend together. It came to such a point when we no longer could find things to say to each other, and so we rarely or never talked at all. I tried to justify what was happening with our relationship, I’m well-aware that he missed his life back here in Manila as I did, that’s why we couldn’t or rather he couldn’t find time for me.
Soon enough, we were back to school for our second and last semester of internship. We were assigned to different groups, which meant different field site areas. This time, we ought to give it a try. To patch things up, but to no avail, it did not quite turn up the way we, or rather, I wanted it to be. We just had to let it go.
We were in his car, talking about us, assessing what has been happening, finally coming up with a decision that we might as well end our relationship. Before I got off, he kissed me on the forehead; I was crying my heart out… Then I woke up. It was just a dream, but just the same, I felt sad because we both had seen it coming. I tried to block the idea that that dream could happen. It just cannot. Not when I am all set to get him back.
Weeks after, I visited him in his apartment. I thought everything was okay. We talked like we used to, laughed as we did before. In the middle of the night, we woke up and talked. That must have been the longest night of my life as far as I could recall. We were lying there side by side, his arms around me, and then he said, “Hanggang ngayong sem na lang ako”. For a while there, I thought, maybe he’s down with a terminal disease, cancer? I don’t know. And then I realized he was referring to our relationship. That he could only stay with me for the rest of this sem, that after this semester, his priorities would be changing, which meant he could no longer include me as part of his priorities. That hurts. A lot. Far more than you could imagine. So I told him, we don’t have to try to make this last through this semester. We could end this right here, right now, while I still can. I never really thought things like this could happen. It was surreal. I thought someone you love could not just wake up one day and realize he has fallen out of love with you, but hey, it did happen, not to just anyone else but to me.
I hugged him so tight until I felt too weak to let him go. I kissed him on the lips until I ran out of breath and my lips felt numb, all the while, my tears were incessantly falling. Then I walked away. I never dared look back. This was the last dream I have had of him.
If I could just turn back time, I would have done everything I could just so I wouldn’t lose him. But its too late.
I wouldn’t want to think that I gave up on him because that would have to mean I have given up on me too… I guess I just have to be glad that once, I have been happy with him. I loved him, and I always will.
Now all I have are dreams and memories of him, and nothing else. :cry: :( [LINE]
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