Je suis qui je suis...

Goodbye...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 15:47:00 +0000

I am finally putting this blog to rest. No, I am not deleting it. Its just that I am not going to continue writing articles for this blog. I have my own hosted blog now, Be Thumbed. So for those who would like to know more about me, to read more about my ramblings, pack up your bags and head on to Be Thumbed. Thank you everyone for your support.

Noodles, anyone?

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:53:00 +0000

A friend sent me this email message, I do not know its authenticity but then again, it makes for an informative read.

I grew up believing that eating noodles gives you long life and it has to be loooong noodles as in DO NOT CUT. I ate all kinds of noodles, I love noodles. Noodles kept me alive during my college years when I was away from home and have to budget my allowance, I bought boxes of noodles. Instant noodles, pancit canton, instant spaghetti etc etc. They were my staple food, easy on the budget and lots of flavors to choose from. But now, I might lay off on the noodles, so what gives?

This is supposed to be an article from the Philippine Star:

The reported cause of actor Rico Yan's death is nightmare or bangungot.Medical investigators in China, Japan and several Asian countries who performed autopsies on persons who died from "acute hemorrhagic pancreatitis" found out that the majority of them had eaten NOODLES as their supper. This was a startling finding. However, it wasn't the noodles that caused nightmares but dehydration. Imbibing even with a few drinks of alcohol or just eating noodles immediately before bedtime compound this on an empty stomach will trigger an electrolyte imbalance and other factors that causes a person to dehydrate or lose water.

It is therefore advisable for a person to take several glasses of water before bedtime if he had a few or several alcoholic drinks. Avoid eating noodles before bedtime, but if you cannot avoid it, allow at least two hours for the body to digest the noodles before hitting the sack and drink plenty of water. The most important thing is, never go thirsty when going to bed and be sure you have plenty of water during your 8-hour rest...

Be thumbed by BeThumbed

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 02:16:00 +0000

I am in the process of creating a new advertising website that would hopefully be noticed by bloggers and website owners out there. The idea is to give website/blog owners a way to show their website and get some traffic in an inexpensive way. Be Thumbed will be a directory of sorts, but only thumbnails linked to your sites will be shown. I am thinking of having some pop-up info box, but everything is still under development.

By the way, I am offering free thumbslots for the first 100 registrants. So what are you looking for? Register now!

My loveletter in 1 Million Love Messages

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Fri, 03 Aug 2007 21:07:00 +0000

I have always been a sucker for love letters and finding the 1 Million Love Messages Blog made me itch to write a love letter to my little angels. I have just been informed that my love letter has already been published - take a look at my lovelies...

Want your own love letter published? Head on to the 1 Million Love Messages Blog.

Vote for me...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 21:13:00 +0000

I have recently entered into a blogging contest by Blogging to Fame
If you like me, please vote for my blog. Thank you in advance for all the support. :)

Doing our share...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 05:03:00 +0000

Do you know that Php 350.00 can send a child to school for a year? That would include his school supplies and tuition fees. Kindda hard to accept, right? How can a child go to school for a year for the same amount you spend eating one single meal in a restaurant?

I never really knew about this until my mother-in-law decided to send the boy who takes out our garbage to school this year. I bought him school supplies for just Php 200.00 and his enrollment fee for the whole year is Php 150.00, so that would make Php 350.00 all in all.

He still takes out our garbage after every school day. But we are glad to know that he is taking his studies seriously and I really hope he makes something out of his life and not just be a garbage boy until he grows old.

Life is really hard on some people and I am thankful and relieved that my parents took great pains in giving me a proper education and making me stick to it. But the hard facts of life is still there, some parents doesn't have the resources to give their children their right to education and what's really sad is that some parents are just too caught up with their own lives to try to give that to their children. They are more concerned with their children earning them some money so that they can spend their day drinking or gambling. Children as little as 2 years old are braving the streets and the heat, begging for alms to take back to their parents.

These children need love, they need to be cuddled by their parents and not to be released in the streets like lambs in a lion's den. Poverty, I know is what drives these parents to do this to their little ones. But poverty is never an excuse, public education is free and these children need to be educated. What can we do?

My squidwriter

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:14:00 +0000

Take a look at my squidoo profile picture - I am a squidwriter! :)

Loveletter to Squidoo entry

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 02:18:00 +0000

Poems of love I offer you for all the inspirations and smiles you gave me.
I have never really known you before, though I knew you existed.
But I never bothered, I never really cared.
Then I read something that made my heart beat,
A story - not just any story but a story in a lens.
I never thought lenses could be used this way,
I use my lens to see - you see.

I could no longer hold back, I want more, I need more Squidoo. And this - this is my tribute to Squidoo.

They who have nothing...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 11:58:00 +0000

Mark 9:42 And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.

I am a mother of two adorable babies and I would do everything just to keep them safe. I would sacrifice everything for them. But what of those little children who roam the streets, who make the rounds of garbage cans, who get beaten and abused? They do not have anyone, their parents are either dead or they simply doesn't care. Simply doesn't care...

Abused, abandoned little children are everywhere, they may be your neighbors, or that adorable little girl who always smile at you at the street corner or that handsome little man selling candies at the bus station. The truth is, they are there and no one is noticing them, no one can see the emptiness in their eyes, the suffering that covers their entire being. No one bothers to see.

As a mother, I can no longer hold back. They have been there too long. They have been suffering long enough. And I - I want to help them in my own little way. I want to open up people's eyes to the harsh reality. I come from a country where street children thrive, where babies are used as props to beg for money, where little children are sleeping in the streets with nothing on but scraps of rags, barely enough to cover their bodies. I do not want to degrade my country by sharing these realities - every country in the world has their own version and I just want to tell my version.

I am from the Philippines. And I am going to open up your eyes to the reality of street children starting in the city where I live - Iloilo City.

I am originally from Negros Occidental but I spent my college days in Iloilo and am now living here with my family of four. Iloilo is such a nice, quaint little city, worlds apart from the bustling, over populated metropolis that is Metro Manila. But even this little city has skeletons in its closet.

The city is teeming with street children, children of natives or aetas – no, not just children but a whole clan of them – are making their homes in almost all overpass (and even under it) all over the city. They can be seen in sidewalks as well, with carton boxes for beds and big plastic bags for blankets. They can be seen begging for food, for money, for anything and everything outside every food establishments and supermarkets.

Walking in the main street, you will most often than not feel a little hand touching you or a voice calling you. If you stop and look at the owner of that hand, of that voice, you will see the most heart-wrenching sight of all – a little child, dressed in rags, with eyes almost glassy with hunger asking you for a few measly pesos or for a bite or sip of what you are holding in your hand. But few people notice this, they are simply too busy with their own lives to care. I have been too busy as well – too busy with trying not to notice them because I do not know how to help them. I am not rich, I have my own family to take care of. But I could no longer close my heart to them. I have to do something. That is why I am doing this – creating a lens and posting in my blog to make people understand. To make people see.

I do not know how to help them other than this, that is why I am calling all Ilonggos, all Filipinos, everyone, anyone – help me help them.

Note: Image is borrowed from Ambafrance-ph.org

A Blind Fool's Confession

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 07:39:00 +0000

It may be too late for me... too late to save my soul. But for my own good and for all those who find themselves in the same predicament, I have to do this. I may yet save someone else's soul because mine is damned, my soul has already plunged too deep into the murky waters of sin to be saved.

I made a mistake, that, I clearly admit. But I would still do it all over again. I did not choose to feel this way, it just happened. I could stop it about as much as I can stop the sun from shining. I have no power over it - that, you must understand. That, you must remember.

I didn't know he is married... If truth be told, I didn't choose to see that he is married. I was in love. In love as I've never been in my entire life. I admit, I was blindly in love with a fool. A fool in love with a fool.

When I met him, he left me no choice but to fall madly and deeply in love with him. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for his family, he fell in love with me too. I never felt happier in my whole life. I felt as if nothing could go wrong, and nothing did... at first. But as they say, "After every storm is a rainbow." But I think that after every rainbow is a far crueler storm.

I knew he loved me and he still does, I can feel it deep inside me even if he wouldn't admit it. But still he left me when that other woman... his wife, started to suspect something. I should have known better than to trust him my life. Yes, I should have known better.

When he left me, I cried my heart out. But that was the end of it all. If he wouldn't have me anymore, I won't have him as well but I have to have a remembrance. Something to remember him by until I walk the earth no more. A seed, his seed - my child. He will be mine one way or another.

Its been almost eight months since he left me, but it never bothered me because I only have less than one month to wait until I can hold my son. I decided right then and there that I would never tell him - my punishment for him. He will never come to know his son. The son that he has been longing for - something that his wife had never given and could never give him.

I was determined to raise my son alone, even if it cost me my life. He will grow into a man, something his father has never been. He will be responsible and loving but most of all he will not be a fool, as I once had been.

Now, I am old and ready to leave the earth. My son is no longer with me, he is already a grown man. But before I go, I want to... No, I need to tell my son the whole truth. I am no longer as selfish as I once had been. It is imperative that he knows his father before he commits a grave mistake. He must know his father... after I die. I only hope that he will understand and forgive me.

Yes, I once told you that I would do the same thing all over again. I really would because it gave me my son. I know that I have been foolish and selfish for hiding the truth from my son, but the past can never be undone.

Please, if you see my son, tell him that I love him and that I am asking for his forgiveness. But he must not blame me. I was young and foolish. I was in love as he is right now. A love that is forbidden. Please give him this letter, a letter of a desperate mother.

My Son,

I am desperately asking for atonement, I have to try, if not to save my soul, then to save someone else's. What I did was wrong but I never regretted it and never will. That you must not doubt.

I was so very proud of you for choosing a wonderful woman to marry. The day you introduced her to me, I knew that you would be perfect together. She has everything that a man like you could ever ask for. A mother could never ask for someone else better for her beloved son. But it must never be, you two could never be man and wife.

She may be everything that you have ever dreamed of and I know that you love each other dearly. Enough to tie the knot. But it must not be. I have nothing against her, in fact if situations are different, I would love to have her as a daughter-in-law. I am sorry, my son, for causing you pain but you have to know the truth.

Brothers and Sister could never be man and wife.

I love you my son, and I am sorry for causing you another pain. That of losing your mother, but I have to do this. I know my soul will be damned but I could no longer face myself in the mirror each day knowing that I have caused you too much pain. I love you and I'll always will.

Your mother

Now I must go, but before I say farewell, I need to know that you understand me. Please understand me, I beg you. I was young and blinded by love and I am a mother who loves her son too much. I was a blind fool in love. And this is nothing but a blind fool's confession.

New lens for my poems

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 07:31:00 +0000

I have finally decided to share my poems after some deep thinking and serious misgivings. But what the heck! Why should I care what other people think? :) Take a look at my new baby squidoo lens...

words of love, dreams, hope behind death and despair

Virtu goes Squidoo

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 18:01:00 +0000

I have known about Squidoo for a very long time and i don't know why it took me too long to finally try it out. Anyway, it's a great website and it helps, in terms of SEO.. :)

Check out my lens...

Virtulance - breaking out of the norm

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Mon, 07 May 2007 01:47:00 +0000

Having worked as a webmaster, account executive, freelance writer and designer, I have come to realize how profitable the online market is. Having been on the forefront as well as the marketing side of the business, it is easy to say that I have what it takes to make it on my own. Now, what I need is someone to set up the first capital... hmmm... With a reliable network of friends, we came up with Virtulance Digital Solutions.

Virtulance is an up and coming company managed and owned by young entrepreneurs, aiming to break out of the "employee" side of the business. We have been working our asses for several bosses who could not understand us, nor give us what we deserve. We know the feeling of being oppressed (creatively, that is) and being put into the shadows. That is why, with Virtulance, our aim is to give importance to the backbone of our business - our agents. Suffice it to say, they are the bloodbank of the business, without them the business would die a slow, agonizing death.

Oh well, Virtulance is set to launch on the 4th of June and the website is still under construction but we are as ready as we ever could be. Check out our website at www.virtulance.com for a sneak peak of what we can offer.

The Naked Truth

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 00:48:00 +0000

What if the world we live in is nothing but an illusion? What if everything is just make believe and we are just pawns in an endless game of wit between reality and illusion? What if one day you wake up finding yourself different from who you thought yourself to be? Would you freak out and blame your every misfortune on the first person you can think of?

WAKE UP!!!

Look around you, open your eyes to the truth, and be true to yourself. You are not perfect, deep within yourself, you know that. You've been hiding behind your mask long enough, now is the time to face yourself and conquer your fears.

No matter how many masks you wear, you will never find the peace of mind and contentment that you are looking for. It is only through exposing your true self will you be able to find your self. Don't be afraid of what people may say, they too are hiding behind big ugly masks, they too are afraid. Look at them, pity them, they don't know what they're doing, they are confused and misguided. But you can not change that, don't even try because you will surely fail. They have to change for themselves, no one can help them, but they can help themselves.

There are people who think themselves better than everyone else, pity them. Some may laugh at those people who have found the courage to expose themselves, pray for the atonement of their sins. Still others inflict pain and suffering to persons who have managed to find their true selves, stay away from them for they need intensive psychiatric care. Don't ever try to change somebody, for no matter how hard they try, they will never succeed unless that person decides to change himself for himself and not for you.

Changing for the sake of somebody is just another mask to heap on your ever growing collection. It may seem to work for a time but you yourself can tell that you're still not you and before you know it, you are again donning another mask from your endless collection. Face it, no one can ever change you except you. You are the key to yourself. You are you because you chose. So if you have to blame someone, blame yourself for all your misfortunes.

Open your eyes, open your heart, throw away your masks and expose your true self. If you want others to accept you for who you are, accept yourself first. Be resigned to the fact that you can't be somebody else, that you can not do everything, you are not Superman. Even Superman has his weaknesses, he is not perfect and neither can you be.

Wake up, stop fooling yourself. Be true to yourself. You are YOU.

How much does a Prayer weigh?

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:25:00 +0000

Have read this story from a book called "Christmas Crosstalk". I want to share it to the world because it made my day today. It made me realize just how important God is to our lives. He really does work in mysterious ways. Read on and be inspired...

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can." John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer man that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.

The grocer man said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list? Louise replied "Yes, sir." "O.K." he said, "Put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries." Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed. The eyes of the grocer man and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.

The grocer man stared at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."

The customer smiled and the grocer man started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer man stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer which said: "Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands." The grocer man gave her the groceries that he had gathered and placed on the scales and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store.

The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to John as he said, "It was worth every penny of it." It was sometime later that John Longhouse discovered the scales were broken; therefore, only God knows how much a prayer weighs.

- Taken from "Christmas Crosstalk" by Joel Eslaban

I'm back...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:17:00 +0000

Hi there... It's been too long and I know I have been taking this blog for granted. The influx of work and the kids have been keeping me too busy. Too busy to write anything worth reading...
Well, anyway, I'm back and I'm here to stay. There would be a slight change in this blog, I would be bringing you lots of inspirational stories that I have read about and somehow touched my life and made my day. I would be writing on the sly as well, if I could. But I would be generally giving you lots of information, bits and pieces of hard to find informations about things that would be considered by other people as insignificant but would somehow have importance for some people.

Almost gone...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 00:36:00 +0000

It's been too long since I've had the chance to visit my blog again and it took me by surprise to see that people are actually reading what I wrote. It somehow gave me a boost of confidence just when I needed it most. Today was the first time I checked the comments made by my readers and it almost made me cry to think that I am actually inspiring people in my own little way.

I was planning on deleting my blog today, but the comments my readers made stopped me. So now, instead of deleting my blog I'll start on writing more inspirational stories for those people who might need the extra emotional boost. Watch out world, 'coz I'm here to stay... :)

Out of the oven...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 07:21:00 +0000

It's been a long 9 months and the bun is finally out of the oven... :) I've given birth to a handsome baby boy last September 28 and up to now, I'm still trying to recover from all of it. It has been an overwhelming experience, it was painful and nerve-wracking but it's an experience I would never trade for anything else... Till here, got to go back to my two little angels, Khleomi Helen and Xanth Reign...

Would Somebody Please Explain My Husband?

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 05:13:00 +0000

I've always been clueless about what my husband is really thinking and more often than not frustrated with the fact that I can make him understand what I really want. Reading this article by Ron Lee made me begin to understand my husband a little better and I think a lot of wives are going to benefit by reading and trying it out. Here is one guy's take on why men act the way they do.

A well-known Christian author and his wife once summed up their relationship in 13 words: "Put us together, and we add up to a fairly decent human being."

When two people become one, they compensate for each other's deficiencies. If I were left to my own devices, for instance, I'd turn into the Tom Hanks character in Cast Away. But team me up with my wife, Jeanette, the Queen of Sociability, and I turn into a reasonably presentable human being.

While we husbands benefit greatly from being married, we often don't communicate it well. Women are into relational nuances—the meaning behind the meaning behind the meaning. Men basically wonder if there are any more mashed potatoes.

Relationships are usually complex, and guys are pretty basic. A husband tends to think in concrete terms. Instead of pondering his marriage, he'll picture the woman he comes home to at night, the woman with whom he has children, the woman with whom he shares his bed. Call that a relationship if you want, but you'll just confuse your husband.

What else about your husband do you wish you understood? Let me toss out seven things that might help explain a few of your husband's odd behaviors.

1. A man does more talking—and listening—when he's unaware it's happening. Most guys don't overwhelm their wife with deep inner feelings! However, there's a way to get your husband to share what's going on inside. It involves talking to him the same way his buddies do—while doing something else. Men go fishing, watch a ball game, or help each other move a pool table down to the basement. And of course, they talk a lot while they're doing these things.

Take it from me. If you start doing more stuff with your husband, you'll find he actually has a lot to say. And he'll listen a lot better, too.

2. If a man pauses before answering a question, that doesn't mean he's losing interest in the conversation. Guys really get into it when they're verbally sparring with their buddies, so you might wonder why your husband can't invest that kind of passion in sharing with you.

When a guy "shares" with his wife, he knows his every utterance carries a meaning even he doesn't realize. So he's extra careful about what he says. That explains the frequent pauses.

(Note to any husband reading this article: If your wife sits down at the dinner table after the meal, lay down the newspaper. That's one of those silent signals we're supposed to pick up on.)

3. If your husband likes to hang around the house, he's actually paying you a compliment. Here's one way to tell if your husband thinks your marriage is going well. He won't work late unless he absolutely has to, and he won't overload his schedule with meetings and golf dates with his buddies. The reason? He'd rather be home with you.

Sounds good so far, right? But let's say you've had a terrible week, and as Friday approaches, all you can think about is getting out of the house for a quiet dinner and maybe even a movie. You can picture the restaurant, taste the appetizer, even smell the popcorn at the theater. But your husband gets home from work on Friday and all he wants to do is stay put. Before you take it personally, remember that if he wants to hang out at home, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to do something with you. It just means he wants to do something with you at home. I realize a steady diet of staying home eventually will drive you up the wall. But for now, take it as a compliment. Maybe next Friday he'll have more ambition.

4. When your husband's a little short with you, 9 times out of 10 it has nothing to do with you. Some things that really bug your husband are taxes, bills, his boss, and the ever-present threat of male pattern baldness.

So if your husband acts less than chummy and you wonder if it's something you said, think about what else has happened in his life. He probably had some huge, last-minute project dumped on his desk that afternoon. Or maybe he just opened the mail and looked at the VISA bill. You, he loves. The credit card bill he'd gladly burn at the stake.

5. The words husband and hint don't belong in the same sentence. I maintain there's a perfectly good explanation for why guys are clueless. It's because wives like to hint around at what they mean; then they wonder why their husbands aren't responding.

6. Many men are clothing challenged. Forget those immaculately attired GQ guys; a chimpanzee would look great if he had a team of trained professionals picking out his clothes, too. Assuming you're married to a regular guy, chances are your husband suffers from a combination of fashion blindness and ensemble dyslexia. Sometimes we freeze up. Does this tie go with this jacket? Are these socks black or navy blue? If I wear the pink polo shirt, will other guys start asking me out?

I'm not saying guys are clothing idiots; I'm just saying we can use a little help. If it weren't for our wives, we'd be giving people the fashion willies every time we left the house.

7. A guy likes to put disagreements behind him. Most guys think there's only one proven method of making up after an argument, and that involves getting physically close.

In the immortal words of Phil Callaway, author of I Used to Have Answers, Now I Have Kids (Harvest House): "We husbands have three desires in life: food, sex, and. … we can't think of the third thing. Seriously, a happy guy makes a great husband. And it doesn't take much to make us happy."

Ron R. Lee, a book editor, lives in Colorado with his wife, Jeanette, and their daughter, Jessi.
Copyright © 2001 by the author or Christianity Today International/Today's Christian Woman magazine.
Click here for reprint information on Today's Christian Woman.
July/August 2001, Vol. 23, No. 4, Page 50

ON LEAVE...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 03:42:00 +0000

To my loyal readers, though I could only count you on my fingers, I reget to inform you that I have to go on leave for two months and won't be able to update my blog as often as I can. You see, motherhood is calling and hopefully before the month ends I'll have another angel to hold.

But don't worry, I'll try to put in my two cents worth whenever I can... So that's it, I'm outta here... :)

Says who?

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Tue, 12 Sep 2006 09:45:00 +0000

Never Far Away
Source Unknown

I'm gone now, but I'm still very near.
Death can never separate us.
Each time you feel a gentle breeze,
It's my hand caressing your face.
Each time the wind blows,
It carries my voice whispering your name.
When the wind blows your hair ever so slightly,
Think of it as me pushing a few stray hairs back in place.
When you feel a few raindrops fall on your face,
It's me placing soft kisses.
At night look up in the sky and see the stars shining so brightly.
I'm one of those stars and I'm winking at you and smiling with delight.
For never forget you're the apple of my eye.

Child's Definition of LOVE

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 06:00:00 +0000

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6

"There are two kinds of love. Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them." Jenny - age 8

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore," Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine -age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget," Jessica - age 8

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

- from rogerknapp.com

Says who?

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Fri, 08 Sep 2006 03:04:00 +0000

How do you know that love is gone? If you said you would be there at seven, you get there by nine and he or she has not called the police yet - it's gone.

- Marlene Dietrich

I used to hate her...

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Thu, 07 Sep 2006 06:03:00 +0000

Where does motherhood begins and where does it end? Does it begin with bringing your child into the world or with hearing that little one calling you mama for the first time? Does it end with that same child leaving your home to search for his fortune or with death?

Motherhood begins with the realization that you want to become a mother, that you want to have a little angel to cuddle, a little devil to chase around, a grumpy teenager who hates your every word, an indifferent adult who will only remember you during special days. It does not end with death, it cannot be measured in terms of how much or how long because to be a mother is to transcend all bounds, even death itself. A mother will never be forgotten no matter how long she has ceased to exist. To be a mother is to be eternal. Others may say that it would be better to forget ones own mother if that mother is not a good mother, if you have experienced only pain and rejection in the arms of that mother. I don't believe that.

Your mother will always be your mother and nothing can change that fact. You may not want your mother but you will always need her, no matter how much you think you hate her. There will always be that hidden compartment in your heart that will always yearn for her touch, her voice, her love. It won't matter whether you'll be able to experience those things, that yearning will always be there, it may be hidden deep in the dark recesses of your heart, dusty and forgotten but it will always be there. Ready to burst out at the slightest recognition from you. It will hurt you like nothing you have ever experienced but it will make you whole.

I used to hate my mother with a vehemence that is too strong for words, I tried my best not to see her or talk to her with everything that I have. I hated her for giving birth to me, I hated her for the person I had become, I hated her with all my heart. She never seemed to understand me, or to care for me much less love me. I hated her and I regret that part of my life with as much vehemence. If only I could erase a single part of my life, it would be the part where I hated her.

I never really understood my mother before I became a mother. I am only thankful that my realization did not come too late. If it did, I would carry it for the rest of my life, I would remember it everytime I look at my daughter's trusting face. I love my mother, I always have even during those years of hating her. My love for her has always been there, I just didn't want to acknowledge it. And yes, I am not proud of that fact. I was stubborn, hard-hearted, cruel even and she was just there doing nothing, hoping that someday I'll finally open my eyes. I love my mother and now I know why she was so strict with me, now I know why she always nagged me about my grades or why she tried her hardest to take me away from the man I thought I loved. It was to make me into a better person, to make me proud of my achievements and to make me realized that I made a poor choice which led me to the wonderful man I am with today.

I am my mother's daughter and I am proud of that fact. I will always be proud of that fact and I am hoping that someday when my daughter goes through the phase of hating me she will realize that she actually loves me before it is too late. I pity those sons and daughters who realized only too late. They will forever carry that pain in their hearts and during the loneliest and saddest times of their lives, they will yearn for the mother that they thought they hated with all their hearts.

Motherhood is not all happiness, it carries with it a big responsibility and a huge possibility of rejection. To be a mother is to shed a vast amount of tears enough to fill an ocean, to accept enough barbs to rival a huge porcupine, to extend enough patience to embrace the universe and beyond. But being a mother also means laughter extravaganza, love and kisses to fill all boxes in the world to overflowing, hugs galore and so much more. It is not easy to be a mother, but the rewards more than make up for every tear you will shed. No, It is not easy being a mother...

Says who?

noreply@blogger.com (Time) — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 09:08:00 +0000

Finish each day and be done with it.
You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit
to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson