I'm All Set

It’s been a while. I had to break off from some of my usual comings and goings since I learned my present condition. Aside from having a difficult and delicate pregnancy, of course I have to be extra careful in doing so many things for me and the baby. I’m excited, though.

I miss a lot of things. From my regular eventful workday, I had to quit my job for awhile. I had to stay home most of the time and relax. It isn’t so hard for me to do such, I’m okay with it. I adjust easily, that’s how I am. No more late night outs, I have to sleep early. I hardly see most of my friends too. Come to think of it.. nakatipid yata ako ng husto don, eheh! I miss going to Coffee Bean and Starbucks, Greenbelt3.. that’s where me and my links hang out all the time. I easily get woozy lately, that’s the reason why I don’t watch movies for now.. big screens are scratched off totally. I have to keep an eye on what I eat all the time plus vitamins to take everyday to keep me and baby hale and hearty. What I hate? I must drink milk! Yaikks! What I find insufferable most? My usual clothes won’t fit anymore! Yep guys, it’s inconsolable! I’ve to shop for new and bigger sizes to fit and wait up till January2006 for me to wear those fashionable fitting attires I have in my closet.

Though I miss doing such things, all in all, I’m thrilled. I feel wonderful and in high spirits for this blessing. Even if I had to sacrifice some stuff that I enjoy for now, the thought of having another angel that will refresh and lighten up our already content existence makes it all worth it.

I'm all set!

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying? "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides."

A McDonald's Love Story

A little old couple walked slowly into a McDonald's one cold winter evening. They looked out of place amid the young families and young couples eating there that night. Some of the customers looked admiringly at them. You could tell what the admirers were thinking: "Look, there is a couple who has been through a lot together, probably for 60 years or more!"

The little old man walked up to the cash register, placed his order with no hesitation and then paid for their meal. The couple took a table near the back wall and started taking food off of the tray. There was one hamburger, one order of French fries and one drink. The little old man unwrap the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half. He placed one half in front of his wife. Then he carefully counted out the French fries, divided them in two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink, and then his wife took a sip as the man began to eat his few bites. Again, you could tell what people around the old couple were saying. - "They were used to sharing everything."

Then the crowd noticed that the little old lady still hadn't eaten a thing. She just sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally sipped some of the drink. A young man came over and begged them to let him buy them another meal.The lady explained that no, they were used to sharing.

As the little old man finished eating and was wiping his face neatly with a napkin, the young man could stand it no longer and asked again. After being politely refused again, he finally asked the little old lady, "Ma'am, why aren't you eating. You said that you share everything. “What is it that you are waiting for?" She answered,


"THE TEETH"

Joke Time

• A squirrel who runs up a woman's leg does not find nuts.
• When I was born, I got a choice - a big dick or a good memory. I am not able to remember .. what did I choose?
• Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.
• My wife is a sex object. Everytime I ask for sex, she objects.
• Impotence: Nature's way of saying "No hard feelings".
• There are only two four letter words that are offensive to men - don't and stop .. Unless they are used together.
• Panties are not the best thing on earth, but next to best thing on earth.
• There are three stages to sex in a person's life: Tri Weekly, Try Weekly, and Try Weakly.
  Virginity can be cured.
• Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
• I tried phone sex once, but the holes in the dialer were too small.
• Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
• Marriage is the only war where you get to sleep with the enemy.
• Of course you've heard about the Viagra computer virus, it turns your 31/2 inch floppy into a hard disk.
• Despite the old saying, "Don't take your troubles to bed," many men still sleep with their wives!
• Q: What's an Australian kiss? A: The same thing as a French kiss, only down under.
• A couple just married were happy with the whole thing. He was happy with the Hole and She was happy with the Thing..
• Q: What are the three biggest tragedies in a man's life? A: Life sucks, job sucks and the wife doesn't.
• Q: What's the difference between a bitch and a whore? A: A whore sleeps with everyone at the party and a bitch sleeps with everyone except you.
• Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact? A: It's because breasts don't have eyes.

Toxic Love Thoughts To Unload Now

Your guy totally adores you. The signs are all there: He’s finally overcome his allergy to PDAs, he calls on the regular just to check in, and hell, maybe he even keeps a toothbrush at your place. But although the relationship seems rock solid on paper, there’s still a part of you—albeit a small one—that feels, well, nervous. Like the connection might combust at any moment. Yeah, it’s irrational, but we’ve all been there. So before you let your insecurities mess with your relationship, not to mention push your beau to the brink, read this wake-up call.

His eye wanders sometimes—
I bet he's looking for a girlfriend upgrade. A hot chick walks by, and your boyfriend’s eyeballs make a beeline for her booty. Blame it on biology. Men are hardwired to look. And it’s not just your guy who goes buggy over some random beauty; it’s all guys, so your only real choice is to accept it. But ease your mind with this: Just because he looks, it doesn’t mean he wants to touch. “There’s an element of detachment when a man is checking out an anonymous woman,” says clinical psychologist Deirdre Kanakis, PhD, relationship coach at Marriage for Keeps, in Newport Beach, California. He sees a nice butt, but that’s all it is, an appealing body part. He’s not trying to make an emotional connection-it’s purely a visual response.

My last relationship bombed, so this one probably will, too.—
You’ve had a few gnarly breakups. Who hasn’t? But being convinced that you’re destined for a subsequent split is really the only thing sealing your fate. You have to shake off the psychological curse by owning some of the blame. “Recognize that whenever there’s a series of failed relationships, the only thing that’s consistent is you, so you ought to make a few changes.” Sounds harsh, but taking responsibility for the unraveling puts you in control, which is downright empowering. So start sifting through the romantic wreckage. Take stock of why past relationships ended, and assess the role you played in the demise. Then acknowledge any patterns.

I'm just not the perfect girlfriend that he wants.—
You know who’s kinda perfect? That Bree Van De Kamp chick on Desperate Housewives with the pre-prison Martha Stewart vibe. Her guy loves her gourmet meals, flawless hair flip, and pathological dedication to keeping up appearances so much that he filed for divorce. The truth is, perfectionism is intimidating because it makes men feel as if they’ll never be good enough for you. Of course, there’s no denying the pressure to be flawless. Thankfully, your guy’s perception of perfection is probably much different than yours. Moral of the story: Most guys don’t want to feel as if they’re sleeping with a show pony, so stop feeling angst over the impossible.

Who Should Make The Coffee?

A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee." The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee." The wife replied, "No, you should do it, and besides it is in the Bible that the man should make the coffee." The husband replied, "I can't believe that; show me!" So she got the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says..........

"HEBREWS"

A Memorandum

Today I resurrect
Amid the pages
Long kept, long forgotten
Scribbled in papers of life reminiscences
How should I know
Amidst its mildewed pages
And ant-eaten ridges
Could I find a part of me I own?
Lest I forgot—
Lest I wallowed in the ordinary
Incessant daily bickering
Of some self-images in fitting familiarity
These years
Some linked tears
Blotching in creamy stares
Reverberate a child’s dream
Rising distinctly amidst waves of faces
To claim a place on lofty plane
A touch distant to soaring eagles

But God is good—
I received a memorandum today
Just in time to remind me—
Who I am—

My Dad's Tool Box

My dad’s tool box is lot like him.
Sturdy, been through a lot.
Made for hard work;
Held more inside than you’d ever guess.
Sometimes, he’d ask me to pass him a tool,
And I’d know what he knew—
How it felt to set things right,
To make things better, to care.
Over the years, my dad’s tool box
Has gotten heavy—
Heavy with memories.
Shiny.
Timeworn.
Each perfect in its way.
Memories that a dad makes..
Of things set right,
Of a world where two hands
And a good heart still make a difference.

Against All Odds

How can I just let you walk away,
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath
With you, ooh-ooh
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me,
When all I can do is watch you leave
'Coz we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now,
Oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Ooh Take a look at me now,
Well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around,
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
So many reasons why
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now,
Well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now,
Cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you,
Is all I can do and that's what I've got to face

Take a good look at me now,
Cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've gotta take

Did It Ever Happen To You?

“Did it ever happen to you?” A close friend of mine once asked me. I sensed the seriousness in her voice. “Happened what?” I asked. A long pause from her, she heaved a sigh and said, ”All along you thought you were so useful (valuable) for one person, and then after a while you figure things and find out the brutal hurtful truth, your existence was not good enough and all sham. You were nothing, of no use… worthless.”

I was a little surprised. Her face was straight, not a single tear fell. I presumed she’s all numbed. For the first time in my life, in that particular circumstance, I didn’t know how to react in response.

At one point in my life I also felt what my friend’s experiencing at that exact moment. I just didn’t know how to tell her our dissimilarity.. that right from the outset, I knew it was just all for convenience.

Did it ever happen to you?

Bag It!

Lacoste


I want this bag! I have long wanted it.

I can buy it as gift for myself, but there's this feeling in me. "Parang hinihintay ko na may magbigay sa akin nito.."

Sigh.

Accept. Let Go. Move Forward.

Sometimes no matter how happy you are, no matter how willing you are to keep it. Be it with something or with someone… you have to be prepared to accept, to let go, and to move forward.

A Fairy Tale

One day, a prince went to his garden and found a beautiful rose growing in a corner.

“My, what a beautiful rose you are.” The prince said. “In this entire garden, you are the most beautiful, and I shall spend all my waking mornings staring at you. I will love you rose, my rose, and I will never get tired of visiting you.”

The rose was happy. She blushed.. Yet lifted her pretty little head and said: “Thank you handsome prince. Visit me everyday. I will devote all my days to making myself more beautiful for you, and will look forward to your daily visits."

And so it was. For many weeks, the prince woke up and went straight to the garden to stare at his rose. They would share stories about their different worlds, and would get lost in one where only a prince and a special rose could love each other. Sometimes, the prince would not want to go to bed in order to be with his rose. He loved her. And his rose loved him back and tried hard to make herself as pretty as she could for him. All was well and happiness flourished in the corner of the kingdom’s garden.

But one night, a storm came and huge raindrops fell all over the garden. The rose woke up the following morning and found herself drenched all over. “Brrrrr.. What a cold night that was. I am soaked all over. But I am happy because the prince will be here soon and we can share a warm and sunny day again.”

And soon enough, the prince came. But he could not recognize his rose. Not until he heard a little voice say: “I am here, my prince.. Just a little drenched by the rain, but I am still here. Come and talk to me. I am yearning to hear about all your stories and I shall tell you about all the raindrops I spoke to last night.”

The prince turned to the little voice’s direction and was surprised. His beautiful rose’s petals were drooping. He tried to hide his reaction and forced himself to talk; “Ah, it is you, my rose. I am sorry if I was not able to recognize you right away. I have a headache from the cold but yes, I will sit with you and tell you more stories.” And so he sat by her. But he could not seem to stare at the rose very long for her petals were drooping and her bright red color had turned into a dark dreary one. And so after a couple of stories, he stood up.

“Where are you going” The rose asked.

“I forgot to tell you..” the prince explained. “I have to visit my father because he is all alone in the castle. I must go to him at once.”

“But don’t you usually have dinner with him at the end of the day”? We will not be able to watch the sunset together.” The rose replied.

“Things have changed.” The prince said. “He wants to see me at an earlier time. Do not worry, I will be back tomorrow” And so the prince left.

And the rose was left to wonder about how it felt to watch the sunset alone again. Because she was so used to watching it with the prince, she didn’t think she knew how to appreciate it without hearing his stories of how the sun came to be and why it set at night.

“I shall not worry. He will be back tomorrow” The rose told herself.

And he did. But their tomorrows came less and less. There would be times when the prince wouldn’t come. Or times when he wouldn’t stay for long muttering that he had to work, or had to go to town to get a new sword or simply, that he was just too tired to sit down and talk like before.

The rose was sad. She began to feel ugly and soon enough, her fears turned to reality.. Her petals began to fall. “The prince did not want me when my petals were drenched. He came less and less. Now, he will not want me at all, for one day, all my petals will fall and I will no longer be his most beautiful flower.”

Days passed without the prince coming into the garden. He was being groomed to be king and being king was a heavy responsibility. Besides, he thought to himself “My rose needs time alone in order to make herself more beautiful again. And I need time in order to learn how to be a proper king. After all this, we shall be the way we were once more.. Except that I will be richer and more powerful and I will be able to get all the experts to take care of my rose.. and she will have nothing else to do but prettify herself and will be even more beautiful when I see her again!”

So time came and went. The prince was crowned king in a grand parade and as he passed by, the throngs of people cheered him on and threw stems of roses at him.

“Ah, but what of my rose! I wonder what she is doing now. I shall visit her at once” And so he went straight to the garden with the purpose of seeing his rose again. He would tell her that he missed her and that it was wonderful to be king. And they would share the moonlit night together, just like before.

But when he came to the corner where his rose used to be, she was no longer there. “Where is my rose” The prince turned king asked.

And out of the bushes, a daffodil answered:

“The rose that lived here is gone. Many days, I would see her in her corner waiting and waiting for something.. Or someone. And nights I would hear her cry.. I would tell her to stop because crying made her petals wet and more likely to fall off. But she continued crying and waiting. That’s all she ever did. I was with her last night when she withered. And the only thing I heard her say was: “The prince’s love for me lessened because a storm made my petals droop. It is not likely that a king would want to watch the sunset with me now.”

At that instant, the rose forced her remaining beautiful petals to fall. She did not want them to grow back again.. Because her prince did not understand that she would not love him any less if he didn’t become a king. Because her prince could not love her imperfections. Because her prince had all the time to think about what was best for their futures, but not of their present love. Despite her not knowing how to be without him, she would have rather wilted than live with the thought of living a fake fairytale about a prince turned king and a rose that was kept beautiful forever.

And the daffodil continued.. ”Ah, but how she loved her prince.”

Borrowed from jeannie's lj

You Know Why I Love You?

Man: You know why I love you? I love you because you believe that I can be a better version of me..

Woman: (in her mind) I wish you love me because I am me..

Good Or Bad

I am in a perplexed spot. Gulung-gulo na ko.. iba-ibang signs! I’m so confused; I couldn’t distinguish whether it’s a bad hint or a good indication.