i am the kind of person who does not hold grudges, or angst or bitterness or negativity. if i feel like i can hate you, i'll basically stay away from u... para iwas samok bah. i do not really try to please everybody, but i do not like having enemies. the friends i make, are friends i'll keep for life. so when u say u want to be friends, i take that seriously... it does not matter if i like you, not even if you broke my heart... if i decide to be friends (in the most conventional understanding of the term), then we are friends.
now, i just dont understand why all of a sudden u seem cold and distant. we used to be okay friends... why the cold shoulder now?? if ur into someone else, that's fine.. i just hope that me reaching out to u or my acts of kindness wont be interpreted as me trying to win you back over again for repetition twice...
dont get the wrong idea. dont get too full of urself.. im not after you. the romantic aspect of our relationship has long expired... :)
if u dont want to be friends with me, have the balls to say so. u'll gain my respect if u do.
ciao!
xo
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
election story for thought
Election time,.. heaven or hell
Subject: Election time,.. heaven or hell HEAVEN OR HELL?
While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the Senator.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend
eternity.”
“Really?, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the Senator.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his fr iends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good
time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises…
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, “Now it’s time to visit heaven.”
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he
goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the Senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”
The devil smiles at him and says,”Yesterday we were campaigning …Today, you voted.”
Subject: Election time,.. heaven or hell HEAVEN OR HELL?
While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the Senator.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend
eternity.”
“Really?, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the Senator.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his fr iends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good
time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises…
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, “Now it’s time to visit heaven.”
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he
goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
“I don’t understand,” stammers the Senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”
The devil smiles at him and says,”Yesterday we were campaigning …Today, you voted.”
new hobby!!! :)
here are a few of the arrangements i made for my home...
i have a new interest.. arranging flowers!! :)
(kagirly noh?? :) m a step closer to my dream to be a suzy-home-maker kind of girl.. NOT! haha! :)
bdw, i wanna milk this.. so if u need flowers.. arrangements, etc... u need it delivered or what... i can make it happen. :) just contact me (09327301515) at least 2 days before u need them... :)
wee! god bless! :)
i have a new interest.. arranging flowers!! :)
(kagirly noh?? :) m a step closer to my dream to be a suzy-home-maker kind of girl.. NOT! haha! :)
bdw, i wanna milk this.. so if u need flowers.. arrangements, etc... u need it delivered or what... i can make it happen. :) just contact me (09327301515) at least 2 days before u need them... :)
wee! god bless! :)
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