The Mail Box

[TUNTRUMS]

dear one...

 

glad to have u back again even as a friend.

i do miss you and the times we shared...

 

i miss not only you but what i was when u were here....

dont worry, fear not. for i bring no harm to u and on ur life.

 

we both have our own journey to tread..

lets lead our lives the way we think we should, and we think is right not just for you and me but for the people who are dear to us.

 

again. thank you.

 

justme

NAKAKAIYAK NAMAN SWEET!!!

[sheila70]

JB

 

Man!!! I really blew it big time. I never thought I'd meet someone who can be so "everything" to me only to throw it away with one stupid thing

 

For whatever its worth, you really made me feel special

 

Believing there's always a reason for everything isn't my lame-ass excuse for trying to accept what's been given to me. I deserve it

 

I'm really, really sorry :cry:

 

 

:heart:

 

:*

[ravenreigh]

Sometimes we think that the one who just come along our way

is the one who is "THE RIGHT PERSON" for us.

But the truth is, he's just another reason and "the ONE"

who'll take us away from the person we truly love

[ravenreigh]

TEXTMATE

 

 

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving

important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys

and read the message.

"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted

the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried

to go back to sleep.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.

"Who the hell could this be asking for a txtmate at the wee hours of the

night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the

message.

 

I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and

Everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents,

who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told

me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if

they're miles away.

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me

at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone

beeped again.

Same number...Such determination!

Pls reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"

I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the

keys...

I just realized I was replying to the message.

"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a

simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I

typed.

Seconds later came the reply.

"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b

ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"

"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.

"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she

replied.

That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the

cellphone.

We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We

only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare

for school!

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it

loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to

appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone

beeped, hoping it would be her.

 

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I

realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text

messaging.

"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d

key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..." One day, she sent this

message to me.

I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on& nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin

on..." I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d

pipol hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out

of ur lyf & nvr come back again."

I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was surethough... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd

become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she

already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me

f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."

I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word

came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to

each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.

I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft,

kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We

only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call

again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each

other.

But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long

to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered

the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in

a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was

that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and

cut through the heart.

"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der u

r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan

4ever..." One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was.

She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was

enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

I sent her another message, "

"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love,

scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get

tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.

And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f

destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but

of free will."

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered,

"Soon...soon, love...soon."

Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for

her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure,

she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines,

between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that

sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

 

 

Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I

just though she had ran out of prepaid. but there was something that kept

bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell

nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I

continued sending messages

Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my

phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!

"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't

mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is

a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."

I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I

texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her

but she would not answer.

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I

idn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love

her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella

took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones

that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me

could feel the emptiness I felt.

Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped

again. It was her!

Meet me at d caf¨¦, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message

was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got

myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I

wanted to be there before she arrived.

 

I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to

see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set

eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly

chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes,

her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something

in them...sadness?

"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night.

The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and

gave the roses I brought for her.

"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she

loved pink roses.

"You are always welcome, Love"

"Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears?

"I really must go."

"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked,

pleadingly.

"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time

you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget

you...you will always be here in my heart." She was looking at me straight

into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I

swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those

lovely yet lonely eyes...

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly. "Tomorrow morning, please come and

visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.

The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied

myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink

roses - for Mikaella.

They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told

the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to

wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was

going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly

lit.

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we

were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very

well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly

understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother

was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the

house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed

away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.

As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while

others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded

by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses.

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who

was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met..

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.

We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She

even

asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you

could still send her messages and you would always be with her."

I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.

But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."

"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been

suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.

"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.

"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in

tears," she said you will come, and here you are.

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring

at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew

I would never forget while I was still alive.

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me

she went everyday.

 

 

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed "U

taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing u didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u

didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP

again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a

reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine. The

sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my

cheeks as I read the message.

"Let go of d hand of d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand. 4 if u

hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d prson u love n d ader hand 2 let u

hold each other again."

"I will never forget you, Mikaella and I will never let go..." I vowed to

her and to myself as I left the church.

[Domeng Su-gat]

irog,

buti na lamang at di ko sinabi sa iyo kung ano talaga ang aking nadarama dahil kung nagkataon e sa wala rin pala mapupunta. mabuti na lang at nakaya kong tiisin na di sabihin sa iyo na mahal na kita. magiging masaya na lang ako sa pagkakaibigan natin, kahit papano e maipapadama ko pa rin sa iyo na mahalaga ka sa akin.

 

sawi

[sheila70]

Hey, Baby!!!

 

Glad we talked. Everything's clear now. For a moment I thought ... well, I just have to do what I have to do. One thing's for sure

and I really am, more than sure

 

I :heart: u JB

[Alex_Corvis]

Dear Bevs,

 

It’s been 4 months since we parted on our own way. I miss you still. I remember the days when we used to go on mall hopping, trying all the clothes and pants that we like, but never buying them. Make prank calls from jumbled phone numbers. Criticize people loudly and don’t give a damn about the world. Your friends call us the bitch and the assh*le duo.

 

I can say we were at the same wavelength back then. We used to have the same attitude (screw me, I’ll screw you), Same outlook (the world sucks) and even the same motto (my signature I owe to you). You hate mushy stuffs, abhor romance movies and love songs. You say such things don’t happen in real life, and I believed you ( I used to be an outcaste back then remember?). Together we share the path of morbid ness, apathy and indifference, we only have each other. You’ve been through a lot of crises, I know. Maybe that’s why you hate Life so much. Me? I don’t hate life as you do, it’s just a little bit complicated.

 

Last month, I accompanied my father to my granny’s house. She said she fixed all the documents, and my grandpa’s will just in case, when the time comes that she have to leave us. Of course my father told her not to say such things. I looked for my grandpa’s reaction, which is just a couple of feet away from us. He’s a oblivious and just stare at the TV. Living a life in waste took its toll on him (he’s just 72). My father said “can’t papay be first to go?” and my Granny replied “ sometimes I wanted to pray for that too, but that’s a sin isn’t it? And besides I’m too old, HE will soon fetch me” She looked at my Grandpa and blew her a kiss; he caught it with his trembling hand and kissed his hand. Grandpa smiled a toothless grin.

 

I wasn’t feeling good that day, but after the visit I felt better. Not because someone is wishing someone to die (which we do a lot back then) but because of the realization that all things happens with a reason. Right now there are a lot of good things happening to me, in love. All things end naturally. We just have to accept it. Be ready for it.

 

Too bad you were so hasty. You didn’t want to wait for your chances.

It’s been 4 months since we parted – permanently. And I miss you still.

 

Missing you,

F

[shrike]

EMPTINESS

 

you left ...

like the wind,

on a cold, starless night

leaving nothing untouched.

 

you are gone ...

and it's a reality

taking with you everything

evrything that means to me.

 

i was not wise ...

i should have loved you less

i should have left something

for memories.

 

coz everytime i searched

within my heart

i find nothing

 

only a sense of emptiness

no trace of the love

i once had

for you

 

only regrets.

[lord_rochester]

shrike Posted on Nov 25 2003, 05:11 PM

  EMPTINESS

 

you left ...

like the wind,

on a cold, starless night

leaving nothing untouched.

 

you are gone ...

and it's a reality

taking with you everything

evrything that means to me.

 

i was not wise ...

i should have loved you less

i should have left something

for memories.

 

coz everytime i searched

within my heart

i find nothing

 

only a sense of emptiness

no trace of the love

i once had

for you

 

only regrets. 

 

never regret shrike.

 

to fhm,

 

you know how things stand between us. we are nothing more but friends. we both decided on that when you can't leave her. remember ... always remember.

 

no matter how right it feels to have your arms around me... things will never change. no matter how many times you say "i love you" the fact still remains that you can't leave her. and your "i love you's" mean nothing to me.

 

today, we spent it together. as friends... remember?

 

then why did you have to kiss me? why? i didn't ask for it... i didn't encourage it. i was asleep remember? why?

 

how could you say you love me and yet be someone else's man?

 

stop it. just stop.

 

make your choice... are we friends? or should we be lovers? would you leave her? or would you let me go?

 

please remember... cause everytime you forget... my heart also wants me to forget...

[lord_rochester]

to you,

 

i've already forgotten you. i'm sorry if i didn't inform you that things are over between us.

 

you should have known it the day you had sex with her... you know i'll find it out somehow. you should have known it.

 

when you get home with your ring and your promises... i'll tell you it's over. i don't want you, i don't need you and i don't need your ring and your promises. i don't want to marry you now and ever. it's over.

 

i've moved on. and though you caused me the greatest pain in my life.. i've moved on.

 

if you ask me if i love you still my answer would be yes. but i lost my respect for you. and it's something that i can't give back...

 

so go. just go. the tears will dry up, and time will pass. life will go on and so will i.

[sweetpsyche]

irog,

buti na lamang at di ko sinabi sa iyo kung ano talaga ang aking nadarama dahil kung nagkataon e sa wala rin pala mapupunta. mabuti na lang at nakaya kong tiisin na di sabihin sa iyo na mahal na kita. magiging masaya na lang ako sa pagkakaibigan natin, kahit papano e maipapadama ko pa rin sa iyo na mahalaga ka sa akin.

 

sawi

Dear DOM,

 

bilib ako sayo.

wag ka magalala kaya mo po yan.

andito lang kami

[sweetpsyche]

Dear BUnv of US

 

Are you aware that the moment I found out we are migrating to US of A; you were the one who first came into my mind - the fact that I will be closer to you that you will be just within my reach. And that thought simply made everything facile. Before I have known you, I lived a peaceful life. I could go and return home and feel no trouble. But now, I am a disturbed mind and soul.

 

It cannot be my imagination or is it that love has struck too deeply and that I must pay sacrifice for what is asked of me? I have tried to restrain myself. I have tried to stifle my longings knowing that I will not even fit to be on your side. But Cupid's orders are imperative. Who am I to battle the call of fate? I know that when I saw you, Cupid had marked me for his victim. Yes, it is love that has taken root in my heart. But I have been so foolish to hug delusions to my heart. I should not have persisted even when I saw the shadow of your stature. Let me console myself that I have loved you in name only, a way that lingers only in imagination, in a mere dreams, in fantasy, the creation of mind. Here I am still longing for your attention

 

I have never stopped thinking about you. It's not just a physical attraction; I loved and admired you for every single thing you are. Every word you say, every step you take. Every thing said about you. This is something that will never die. I have tried to stay reasonable with this, but I just can't anymore. I just can't. There is something I can see in your eyes that only few people can see. But I’m glad I was able to see it.

There was no day that I haven’t thought about you. It was like; I can feel you in all my senses. I can’t even eradicate from my vivid mind your existence. I was spellbound by your presence. And you are one of the reasons why I looked forward on moving to this country. I thought about you when I was saying goodbye to my friends, I thought about you when I said goodbye to my special someone, for a mere thought of you made the reality of me leaving the country where I grew up, easier. Leaving for me then, wasn’t that painful for I deep inside me I know I will be closer to the one thing I have always dreamt and hoped to attain. For me, you are far more important. I feel like you hypnotized me. The sound of your name gives me shivers that I can’t explain. You have no idea how you have affected my life.

When we came here things were not the way I expected them to be. Yet we managed to survive, and one of the things that keep me going is YOU. The dreaming which includes day-dreaming of course, hoping, wishing and praying that someday I will witness with my own two eyes the beauty that you behold, that I will someday have you in my life and I will be in yours.

That I will be able to breathe the sweet aroma that surrounds you, feel the warmth and caring touch of yours, experience a life with you, laugh and cry because of you, succeed and be defeated through you, and most of all have you as my guide as I embark my own journey. That only you can help me be what I am and what I ought to be.

Though I don’t have you yet I acted as if we are together already. Without you knowing it you became the sole reason of my survival… you meant everything to me, though I know I mean nothing to you. I have absorbed you into my being and forced myself not to see the truth that lies within you and ignored the fact that for people like me you are unreachable.

And now… reality hit me. You are a far-fetched dream. I cant have you, for I am just a nobody. Thus, for a moment I’m giving up this dream of mine… for a moment. I will store you in my keepsake and get back to you when I know I have made enough of myself and wont be embarrassed to face you. For a moment I will do what I have to do. I have come to terms to the reality of my life. Today, I chose to leave you and say goodbye then lead my life in the real world. I want you to know too that I chose to leave not because I wanted to but also because I have certain values in life that I prioritize. I too value other people, people that are important to me than myself. And I’m giving you up because of them, because of my desire to see them succeed first.

I know I must say goodbye to you for now… maybe this isn’t the right time yet for us. Bu its only FOR A MOMENT, for I am not completely giving up on you. I am just putting you aside but that doesn’t mean I have completely lost my hope on you. No I haven’t and believe me I never will. I will forever wish and pray that our day will do come, a day wherein everything will just fall into its place. A moment of perfection, a moment nothing but just the two of us together, in my world. I know that we have so much to give to each other and I look forward to that day. I believe it is closer now than ever before. It is just that there may be a few more obstacles that we need to clear up, and I think you know what I am talking about. Besides that, I know we’ll get through it.

For now, let me spread my wings and try the others, they may not be as good as you are but I am positive they will be a great help to me. So please let me. And after that I’ll come back to you… I only wish one thing though, that you will accept me with open arms…

Till then… I will just be here… keep on dreaming about you… admiring you from a distance.

 

dreaming about you,

just me.

[soul]

Dear sweetpsyche,

 

I'm falling in love with your very poetic and imaginative mind...

[sheila70]

Hey, Baby!!!

 

I'm glad I met you

 

You made me realize a lot of things. I may have brought this upon myself, maybe because I deserve it or maybe I need to hear it from other people but I know I'm not hurting anyone else except myself

 

Thanks for the wake-up call

 

I :heart: u JB

[Z]

Dear A,

 

You know where I come from, you know where I've been. To articulate these feeling I know not how to begin. I've been scarred enough and do not rue the truth therein. My thoughts have drawn out, certainty at the brim. Time my enemy yet also a friend. I seek you not for what I used to fill, that I've found in my meanderings by just sitting still. I seek you now quibbling on what to offer, silence engulfs me when all that matters is for you to prosper. A choice is easy - on my end at least, provided joy pervades you in this shared sojourn. Still I slog on what I truly want to say, I lay bare my heart and soul as one breathes air....

[Z]

Funny, I still ended up sending it to her Cross the bridge when you get there. Sorry for being slightly off topic

[LostCommand]

Lady,

 

I am not an angel. I will do what has to be done to win the game, and if I have to use deceit, cruelty, and if I have to lose my own friends, so be it. My eternal soul itself, not just flesh and blood, are expendable. If the objective is worthy enough or honourable enough, I will sell the immortal souls of others too, and corrupt their innocence and send them straight to hell. Living in an imperfect material world, I judge people if they can do me harm, or good, or do me nothing. My ambition is crass, to stay in charge and if possible to be in charge of more. I can not sleep at night, plotting to advance my plans, and scheming to sabotage and destroy the plans of others in this merciless game of life. I laugh at those I have roughly ridden down, and throw back fine smooth whiskey with my finger still on the warm trigger. I talk roughly and loud, suffering from a bad left ear caused by too much gunfire in my younger days.

 

I am not a devil. The poor and lesser who serve me, my family, and my affairs, share much in my victories. I do not crave acknowledgement, even if it could have served me well. I have never paid for the forced company of unwilling women. The kisses of those (few) ladies whose lives intersected mine even if but briefly me have burned their mark in my heart, one by one. And I take them home always. Poor helpless meowling kittens and their anxious mommy cats always find a place and some food in my house, especially when it is raining outside.

 

And I give back to others what respect and goodness they give to me.

 

Lady, there are many shades of grey among men. And among women too. Understand that. And in understanding that, therefore lose your preconceptions, that all are either black or white, good or bad.

 

We are not angels. We are not devils. We are human, and so struggle with choices, like heroes oftentimes, to do what must be done. So that in these dark mortal realms, day shall come again.

 

rgds, LC

 

PS, if we men and women can get and honest and affectionate lay along the way, is that too bad? after all, it is not as if we are sure of going to heaven...

[kcasey200kc]

LOVING EACH OTHER: Some Solicited Advice

 

Don't think in terms of forever. Think of now, and forever will take care

of itself.

 

Grow up together, constantly.

 

Expect to invest a great deal of time and energy in your relationship.

Lasting relationships don't just happen, they are created.

 

Recognize that all relationships cannot be forever. Recognize their

temporary quality, but continue to act as if they are permanent.

 

Respect the other person's relationships apart from you. If they are

important to the one you care about, they should be important to you.

 

Never idealize others. They will never live up to your expectations.

 

Take your time.

 

Remove price tags from people. Everyone has worth; the excitement lies in

the discovery of their value.

 

Don't be afraid of giving. You can never give too much, if you're giving

willingly.

 

Don't feel as if you are required to spend every waking hour with those

you love. Move aside from time to time and allow them a separate space too.

 

Never force anyone to do anything for you in the name of love. Love is

not to be bargained for.

 

Don't be afraid.

 

Don't overanalyze your relationships.

 

Realize that you always have choices. It's up to you.

 

Remember that a relationship is a pooling of resources. It means that

with each relationship you are not only giving, but you are becoming more.

 

Don't allow relationships to burden your heart; rather use it to become

more aware and sensitive.

 

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in shade.

 

Don't lose in touch with the craziness in you. This, with a large dose of

caring, will assure that your relationship will never be boring.

 

Don't brood. Get on with living and loving. You don't have forever.

 

Don't hold on to anger. they steal your energy and keep you from love.

 

There are times when you want to give up on a relationship but never give

up on relating.

 

Learn to listen. You don't learn anything from hearing yourself talk.

 

Expect what is reasonable, not what is perfect.

 

Write down all the reasons why you love each person you relate with.

Then, when the going gets tough, take the list out and reread it. It

resolves problems quickly.

 

After an argument is over, forget it.

 

Don't become involved in pettiness, ego and childish hurts. Those will

only serve to degrade your relationship and prevent closeness.

 

Learn to bend. It's better than breaking.

 

Since love can be created, there is no reason to be loveless.

 

Even though you are only half of a relationship, you must remain a whole

person, apart from the relationship.

 

Remember that moral and spiritual values don't restrict, they protect.

 

Don't fall in love with love, you'll die with its complexities.

 

Don't allow your relationships to die of neglect.

 

 

 

:heart: :heart: :heart:

[ukyo_batusai]

ngaun lang po ako napadaan dito... gandang hapon po...

[kcasey200kc]

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND

Kcasey200kc

Even though I don't know exactly who you'll be yet, I think of YOU often. I wonder how you're living you're life now. It matter to me, YOU know, because how you live your life now determines what kind of MAN you're becoming…… and the kind of MAN I'll spend the rest of my life with..

Apparently, for some bizarre reason, manhood doesn't come automatically for males. Some GUYS seem to spend their entire lives trying to "PROVE THEIR MANHOOD"- by hurting, playing sports, driving past…. And fortunately by having SEX. It seems rather strange to us women that GUYS think having SEX proves you're a MAN. To us, it just proves that you've reach puberty. And we don't really consider that, in itself, to be any GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENT. Becoming a MAN is much more complicated process.

The funny thing is even in this day and age, most guys want to marry a women who respect her SEXUALITY. A guy doesn't like the idea of his future wife in the back seat with someone else, or her being the subject of a sexual conquest story in a locker room. They'll brag about the girls like that but they don't marry them. They want to marry a girl whether "SHE's NEVER DONE IT" or done it and regretted it, who recognizes that SEX speaks the language of FOREVER, COMMITTED LOVE…… someone like me.

But why would I want to marry someone like that…. Someone who want's to marry a virgin, but spend his dating years robbing other girls of their virginity so that they can prove their MANHOOD??? He's not a "REAL MAN" in my eyes, he's a selfish, immature by driven by insecurity, NOT LOVE. And I'm not interested.

I want more from YOU. I want YOU to respect your sexuality as much as I respect MINE. I want YOU to be a real, confident MAN, not a wimp has to use women to feed his insecurity. A GUY like that couldn't use all of those women, and then suddenly LOVE me. He must be "good in Bed" but "NOT in LOVING".

I want YOU to learn really to LOVE. Learning to LOVE is learning to put other first. A GUY who messes around outside of marriage isn't putting the good of the other first. He's using a girl…… speaking the body language of permanent commitment when the relationship isn't permanent. He's putting the girl at risk pregnancy. And he's putting himself at risk for some nasty diseases…… diseases he can then later give his wife. That's not MAKING LOVE. A real MAN LOVES A WOMEN- all women- and what's best for them. And he doesn't let his desires control his actions. He controls his desires instead.

I want YOU to develop self-control. That's important to me. I don't want to marry MAN who can't control himself. MEN like that make a LOUSY husbands. A GUY who isn't used of saying "NO" to SEX isn't going to be any better at 40 than he is 18. I've seen women who worry every time their husbands hire an attracted secretary. I don't want that. What kind of marriage could I have with someone I couldn't even trust on a business trip??

In the short run, I'm sure there aren't too many rewards for a GUY living this way. Society tells you what you're missing out on "SEXUAL PEAK". Your silence during the locker room bragging sessions can seem deafening. You may have even heard from the girls you date something must be wrong with you because you don't take them to bed. Deep down, you must know that having SEX won't prove you're a MAN. It's just irritating that no one else seems to know isn't it?

But somebody does know it. I know it. And in the end, I'm the only someone who matter. And no, I'm not narrow-minded as those GUYS who say they'll only marry a virgin. Society isn't too supportive of Virginity, especially MALE VIRGINITY. I can forgive mistakes in your past. But I'm interested in your future, starting now. When I met YOU, I want YOU to be a MAN who has made a conscious decision to wait….. out of LOVE for our FUTURE FAMILY and commitment to OUR MARRIAGE. And I want YOU to be a REAL MAN, who's develop the control, maturity and unselfishness that waiting brings. They may not be popular traits in the locker room but they're popular with me. They'll make you a better husband, and better father. To me that's SEXY.

I've abstained from Sex all these years, and it hasn't been for the lack of offers, I've plenty of opportunities, and saying "NO" isn't always been easy. I'm sure, it's not always easy for YOU, either. But it will make OUR MARRIAGE so much stronger. SEX will be our GIFT to each other, "OUR EXCLUSIVE LANGAUGE". It will belong to "US" not "US and everyone else we ever dated".

THANKS for waiting for ME. I PROMISE YOU WON'T REGRET IT!!!

 

 

---kcasey200kc----

[shrike]

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND

Kcasey200kc

Even though I don't know exactly who you'll be yet, I think of YOU often. I wonder how you're living you're life now. It matter to me, YOU know, because how you live your life now determines what kind of MAN you're becoming…… and the kind of MAN I'll spend the rest of my life with..

Apparently, for some bizarre reason, manhood doesn't come automatically for males. Some GUYS seem to spend their entire lives trying to "PROVE THEIR MANHOOD"- by hurting, playing sports, driving past…. And fortunately by having SEX. It seems rather strange to us women that GUYS think having SEX proves you're a MAN. To us, it just proves that you've reach puberty. And we don't really consider that, in itself, to be any GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENT. Becoming a MAN is much more complicated process.

The funny thing is even in this day and age, most guys want to marry a women who respect her SEXUALITY. A guy doesn't like the idea of his future wife in the back seat with someone else, or her being the subject of a sexual conquest story in a locker room. They'll brag about the girls like that but they don't marry them. They want to marry a girl whether "SHE's NEVER DONE IT" or done it and regretted it, who recognizes that SEX speaks the language of FOREVER, COMMITTED LOVE…… someone like me.

But why would I want to marry someone like that…. Someone who want's to marry a virgin, but spend his dating years robbing other girls of their virginity so that they can prove their MANHOOD??? He's not a "REAL MAN" in my eyes, he's a selfish, immature by driven by insecurity, NOT LOVE. And I'm not interested.

I want more from YOU. I want YOU to respect your sexuality as much as I respect MINE. I want YOU to be a real, confident MAN, not a wimp has to use women to feed his insecurity. A GUY like that couldn't use all of those women, and then suddenly LOVE me. He must be "good in Bed" but "NOT in LOVING".

I want YOU to learn really to LOVE. Learning to LOVE is learning to put other first. A GUY who messes around outside of marriage isn't putting the good of the other first. He's using a girl…… speaking the body language of permanent commitment when the relationship isn't permanent. He's putting the girl at risk pregnancy. And he's putting himself at risk for some nasty diseases…… diseases he can then later give his wife. That's not MAKING LOVE. A real MAN LOVES A WOMEN- all women- and what's best for them. And he doesn't let his desires control his actions. He controls his desires instead.

I want YOU to develop self-control. That's important to me. I don't want to marry MAN who can't control himself. MEN like that make a LOUSY husbands. A GUY who isn't used of saying "NO" to SEX isn't going to be any better at 40 than he is 18. I've seen women who worry every time their husbands hire an attracted secretary. I don't want that. What kind of marriage could I have with someone I couldn't even trust on a business trip??

In the short run, I'm sure there aren't too many rewards for a GUY living this way. Society tells you what you're missing out on "SEXUAL PEAK". Your silence during the locker room bragging sessions can seem deafening. You may have even heard from the girls you date something must be wrong with you because you don't take them to bed. Deep down, you must know that having SEX won't prove you're a MAN. It's just irritating that no one else seems to know isn't it?

But somebody does know it. I know it. And in the end, I'm the only someone who matter. And no, I'm not narrow-minded as those GUYS who say they'll only marry a virgin. Society isn't too supportive of Virginity, especially MALE VIRGINITY. I can forgive mistakes in your past. But I'm interested in your future, starting now. When I met YOU, I want YOU to be a MAN who has made a conscious decision to wait….. out of LOVE for our FUTURE FAMILY and commitment to OUR MARRIAGE. And I want YOU to be a REAL MAN, who's develop the control, maturity and unselfishness that waiting brings. They may not be popular traits in the locker room but they're popular with me. They'll make you a better husband, and better father. To me that's SEXY.

I've abstained from Sex all these years, and it hasn't been for the lack of offers, I've plenty of opportunities, and saying "NO" isn't always been easy. I'm sure, it's not always easy for YOU, either. But it will make OUR MARRIAGE so much stronger. SEX will be our GIFT to each other, "OUR EXCLUSIVE LANGAUGE". It will belong to "US" not "US and everyone else we ever dated".

THANKS for waiting for ME. I PROMISE YOU WON'T REGRET IT!!!

 

 

---kcasey200kc----

Thanks !

now i know u better.

 

I haven't regretted anything .. yet

 

:mtc:

 

 

peace !

[sweetpsyche]

lets all be thankful today!!!

 

A Thanksgiving Reflection

Susan Polis Schutz

 

We don't often take the time out of

our busy life to think about all

the beautiful things and to be thankful for them

If we did reflect on these things

we would realize how very lucky and fortunate we really are

 

I am very thankful for the love of someone-

which is so complete and fulfilling

and is based on honesty, equality

intellectualism and romance

 

I am very thankful for the love of my children -

which is all encompassing

and is based on teaching, tenderness

sensitivity, caring and hugging

 

I am very thankful that I am able to love

and that the love is returned to me

I am very thankful that I am healthy

and that the people I love are healthy

 

I am very thankful

that I have dreams to follow and goals to strive for

I am very thankful for the beauty of nature -

magnificent mountains the colorful leaves

the smell of flowers, the roaring of the waves

the setting sun, the rising moon

 

Everywhere I look I see the wonders of nature

and I feel so proud to be a small part of it

I am very thankful for all the good people in the world

I am very thankful that I have good friends

 

I am very thankful to be alive in a time when

we can make the world a better place to live in

Thank you.

[drEVILmba]

:cry: :cry:

Hope i get to meet a lot of people mamya. kasi minsan shy type ako kaya tingin ng iba ay antipatiko ako. pero sa totoo lang masayhin ao pero pagcomfortable na ako sa groupo

[sweetpsyche]

Dear ...

 

i tired to stay awake today and waited for you para makausap kita..

but its already getting late (for me) and ur not yet here...

im too sleepy na po.. i cant wait any longer.. it seems the effect of the turkey i ate is kicking now haha...

well do hope to talk to u soon.. and hope u will bring good news on our future talk hehe

and thank u so much for what u did.. i highly appreciate it.

dami ko na utang syao ah hehe...

do take care and seeyah around... always...

right? heheh

 

justme

[Guest the_eight_of_orbs]

to that one person... don't mind the foul language... they're just fragments of an angst-filled, lyrical expression... and i keep my place... as it should have always been.

 

I LOVE, THEREFORE I AM.

 

 

untouchable face

ani di franco

 

think i'm going for a walk now

i feel a little unsteady

i don't want noone to follow me

except maybe you

 

i could make you happy, you know

if you weren't already

i could do a lot of things

and i do

 

tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you

too bad you had to have a better half

she's not really my type

but i think you two are forever

and i hate to say it but you're perfect together

 

so f**k you

and your untouchable face

f**k you

for existing in the first place

and who am i

that i should be vying for your touch

who am i

bet you can't even tell me that much

 

2:30 in the morning

my gas tank will be empty soon

neon sign on the horizon

rubbing elbows with the moon

safe haven of the sleepless

where the deep fryer's always on

radio is counting down the top 20 country songs

 

out on the porch the fly strip is

waving like a flag in the wind

you know i really don't look forward

to seeing you again soon.

 

you look like a photograph of yourself

taken from far far away

i won't know what to do

i won't know what to say

 

so f**k you...

 

see you and i'm so perplexed

what was i thinking

what will i think of next

where can i hide

in the back room there's a lamp

that hangs over the pool table

and when the fan is on it swings

gently side to side

there's a changing constellation

of balls as we are playing

i see orion and say nothing

the only thing i can think of saying

 

is f**k you...