Friendster Horoscope for November 17, 2007Cancer (Jun 22 - Jul 22)[?] The Bottom LineThe real sticking point for you today will be centered around understanding people. In DetailThe real sticking point for you today will be understanding people, though you shouldn't have any problem enjoying them. You are in synch with everyone right now, which is creating harmony and a lot of fun. But a lot of what they are doing is confusing to you. Today, instead of trying to understand what motivates them, just observe and accept. They are finding their own way and learning from their mistakes. Step out of the picture and let things take their own course. Everyone will land on their feet. |
Am I ready...?
I'm freaking out now.
Cancer (Jun 22 - Jul 22)[?]
The Bottom LinePriorities will be easy to establish today. There is great clarity in your thinking. In DetailYour priorities should be easy to establish today -- there is a lot of clarity to your thinking, and no shortage of motivation. You are ready to roll up your sleeves and get things going, because there are vivid concepts about birth, growth and nurturing fulminating within you. You know that something new and wonderful can get started today, and you have no interest in wasting any more time thinking about it. You're ready to move, so that should be the thing you focus most on today. |
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I had my first court appearance today.
Had to drag myself out of bed
'cause i'm still burning with fever.
When my supervising attorney briefed
me on what to do, I was numb.
I understood what he was saying
and i knew that i was up to the task
but i felt so detached from the situation.
My partner, who was just a junior and thus
can't make an appearance was all
so giddy with excitement.
He was excited to go to court,
he was excited for me.
I envied him.
This was supposed to be a milestone
in my life. But i'm just too sick to cherish the moment.
I didn't even feel nervous.
I would have killed to feel nervous at that time,
to feel the adrenaline, just so i can feel alive
and enjoy the experience.
Sadly, no such emotion kicked in.
The hearing went great.
I won my fist motion.
I got to lift a bench warrant of arrest.
Again, another milestone.
I tried to appear happy...victorious.
But i just didn't feel it.
I called my mom.
Reported that i still have a fever.
She got worried and she wants me to go home.
Home, as in Bicol.
She wants me to take the first flight out tomorrow.
I didn't argue anymore.
I know that she's concerned that i'm sick and alone.
I don't want her to worry, especially since i've already
had an incident.
An incident, where i contracted dengue.
did not mind my fever,
did not even absent myself from class,
but just bore it all by myself.
It was only after, when i was alreadly recovering
that we found out that i had dengue.
It was funny actually.
But i know it scared my mom.
Even though she tried to hide it by saying
that it's a good thing I didn't die.
As a doctor herself, I know that it takes
a lot to scare my mom.
So I'm just going to be the good girl that i am
and take the first flight home tomorrow. Current Mood:  blah |
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I'm sick.
My head hurts and I'm burning with fever.
Can't do anything productive today.
Refused people to come see me,
told them I can take care of myself.
Half-true, haven't even eaten the whole day.
But I don't like hassling people.
I'm uncomfortable with the thought
of people going out of their way for me.
Still, being sick and alone sucks,
but it's bearable...i think. |
"Ate Niiinnaaaa!", yan ang sigaw ng mga chikiting pagkapasok na pagkapasok ko pa lang sa pinto.
Sabay takbo, yakap. Napansin kong 8 lang ang mga bata ngayon. Mabuti.
"O bakit, wala kang tsinelas?, sige, papasok ang mga bulate sa paa mo niyan."
"Kasi may sugat ako, tatamaan ng tsinelas," sagot ng batang lalaking 'di ko matandaan ang pangalan.
Napatingin ako sa kanang paa niya. Weird. Yung sugat niya, marka ng salumpit ng tsinelas.
Parang "rope burn" o sa kasong 'to "tsinelas burn". "Anong nangyari diyan?"
'Di ko na narinig ang sagot niya, dahil biglang binato ng libro ng isang batang lalaki
ang isang batang babae na tantiya ko kapatid niya.
Swak ang libro sa mukha ng batang babae at tinaman ang mga mata nito.
"Shit!", sabay lapit ako sa batang babaeng tumitili na sa iyak.
Kinarga ko na lang ang batang babae upang mapatigil ito sa pag-iyak.
"hoy! mag-sorry ka nga!", bulyaw ko sa nambatong lalaki.
"hala! hala!" sigaw naman ng ibang mga bata,
at may mga iba pa talagang nambatok sa pasaway na batang lalaki.
Hanggang sa naghabulan na silang lahat.
"Tama na yan! bawal ang magulo!", ngunit 'di nila ako pinansin.
Haaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Nang maging maayos na ang lahat, kumuha na ako ng libro sa kabinet
para umpisahan na ang pinunta ko, ang magbasa ng kwento.
Pinili ko ang pinakamaayos na librong nakita ko, yung may mga pahina pa.
Tamang tama at 'fairy tales" yun.
"Sige, ang kwento natin for today ay pinamagatang, "the elves and the shoemaker".
"Alam na namin yan!", sabi ng isang batang babaeng, na tantiya ko ay mga 7 na taong gulang na.
"Ok, ano nalang 'the golden goose', "alam na din namin yan e!" sabi ulit noong batang babae.
Sa loob loob ko lang...haaay, miss know-it-all. "eh, john and the beanstalk?"
"Alam na namin lahat sa librong yan, iba na lang" sabi ulit ni miss-know-it-all.
Biglang, di ko na alam ang gagawin ko, basahan ko kaya ang mga ito ng Revised Penal Code.
"Sige, magkwentuhan na lang tayo ng nangyari sa atin sa araw na ito, okay ba iyon?"
"Ate, nagmura ka kanina." Nabigla ako sa sinabi ni miss-know-it-all.
"Oo, ate sabi mo shet!, sabi ng isa pang bata.
"Birthday ko bukas!" napangiti ako sa batang babaeng sumigaw. Salamat, lusot ako.
"ilang taon ka na bukas?"
"9!, alam mo ate may wish ako" sabi ng bata na dahil sa liit niya
ay pwedeng pagkamalang 5 years old lang.
Naalangan ako sagutin ang bata, ayaw kong itanong kung anong wish niya.
Kasi baka ang wish niya ay dumating na ang nanay/tatay niya,
o kung ano pa mang wish na kung di man imposible ay
masakit sa puso kung sasabihin pa.
"Wish kong kumain ng corned beef!" biglang sabi ng bata.
Sobrang, relieved ako sa sinabi niya.
"Ako rin gusto ko ng corned beef" sabi pa ng isa.
Hanggang sa lahat sila ay nangangarap nang kumain ng corned beef
kinabukasan.
Bigla kong naalala na may corned beef akong dala sa kotse.
Bagong grocery nga pala ako.
8 na bata, pwede na siguro ang dalawang lata ng corned beef na dala ko.
Sabi ko sa kanila, kung ikukwento nila sa akin ang kung ano mang kabutihang
nagawa nila sa araw na iyon, ay mag-mamagic ako ng corned beef.
"hindi ako nagmura!" sabi ng isa.
"nagwalis ako", "nag-pray ako", "hindi ako umiyak" at kung anu-ano pa.
"Wala na lang akong corned beef!" napatingin ako dun sa batang
nambato ng libro.
"Pag-nag sorry ka, siguro meron na" sabi naman nung katabi niya.
Nahiya ang palabato at tumakbo na lang papalabas ng kwarto.
Nang kumakain na ng corned beef ang lahat,
napansin kong nilapitan nung batang babaeng nabato ng libro sa mukha
yung batang lalakeng nambato sa kanya. BInigyan niya ito ng pagkain.
Siguro mga 4 na taong gulang lang yung babae,
at yung lalaki siguro mga 7.
Nang-naubos na yung kinakain ng dalawa,
biglang hinampas ng babae yung lalaki sa mukha.
Hindi na lumaban yung batang lalaki.
Natawa na lang ako.
Natuwa...kahit 'di ko naman talaga alam kung bakit.
Naisip ko, itong mga ganitong pagkakataaon yata -
yung mga bigla na lang akong natutuwa sa wala,
ang rason kung bakit ako bumabalik sa lugar na ito.
Current Mood:  amused Current Music: Dance with Me |
 | California
August 7, 2007: It's summer. You should be at the beach, munching on a hotdog, sea salt in your hair, strolling the wooden slats of that cherished American beach institution: the boardwalk. Head to Santa Cruz, California, where the 93-year-old boardwalk was named the best in the U.S. by the Travel Channel. The boardwalk's classic amusement park still maintains a carousel from 1911 and a roller coaster built in 1924. |
From the Away NetworkCurrent Mood: lazy Current Music: Big Girls don't Cry by Fergie |
Friendster Horoscope for August 4, 2007Cancer (Jun 22 - Jul 22)[?] The Bottom LineGo ahead and socialize with that new person. It will be interesting for you both. In DetailTry not to be too suspicious of someone who has been paying a lot of attention to you lately. Why are you doubting that they are genuinely interested in you? There are no strings attached, so stop worrying. It makes perfect sense that they would want to get to know you better, so why don't you let them? Drop your guard just a little bit and let them in. Go ahead, and socialize with them. It will be very interesting and illuminating for you both.
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Yes, I've stopped writing.
It's not that i have nothing to write about,
on the contrary, i have so many thoughts and
experiences so wide, varied and incredible which i
feel would lose all their sanctity if reduced into
writing.
I've already joined two international moot court competitions
this year, one in Hong Kong and the latest in Japan.
I've just arrived from Japan and the whole trip left me shaken to
the core. It was the worst of trips and the best of trips.
The competition was just a small part of it and I dare say
an insignificant event even - that is compared to what i've been through
the whole trip.
I don't want to elaborate on the details but the image of it all
are still oh so vivid. For me, it was a journey of self-discovery bordering on
near death experiences. At least now, i know who i am, what kind of a person i am and
what i can become...and i'm satisfied to have discovered that i don't disappoint...not on
any aspect...in fact, call me arrogant, but i'm very proud of myself..and nothing
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I'm back in manila.
This is going to be the first time
that i'll be spending new year's eve
away from home.
It's sad....but bearable.
At least i still have a home...a family
to come back to,unlike the
30 thousand (and counting) other families
who are going to be spending the new year burying the dead.
It's sad...and will never ever be bearable.
Embrace and detach
Hope 2005 will be better for everyone.Current Mood: blank |
JUST AN UPDATE
I'm now back in my hometown, the wonderful city of NAGA.
It feels weird being here, everything's the same yet nothing feels the same.
Is it the atmosphere/environment? maybe...naga was terribly hit by three
consecutive typhoons. It's really not a depressing sight but it could have
been better...considering it's christmas.
I arrived on the 23rd.
Contacted my friends but everyone seemed to be busy.
had to venture out alone
Had a hair cut...silently cursed the stylist.
My bestfriend arrived on the 24th.
Woke up with a text message from my two best buds,
WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!
But i had to run errands first, so
Went to buy presents for kids for our annual christmas party in my dad's hometown.
Got engulfed to the point of suffocation while buying clothes for little girls.
Wasn't able to take on the crowd, had to go home.
Got picked up by Jimboy, Steph and Karen.
Had a quick lunch
run errands for jimboy's mom...then
WE'RE OFF TO THE BEACH
so that's how we spent the 24th...in a beach (Pasacao)
we didn't go swimming though..just chilled out...talked...
tried catching up on each others' lives.
This is why i love my friends..we could go on for months (maybe even years)
without seeing each other and yet talk like we've never been apart.
It made me missed the good old days
When there would be a bunch of us..barkada
but, things have changed...others have other priorities now..
families, kids, boyfriends(?), work(?)
It's hard to hold on to anything.
But i'll take what i can get...
next year..one of us will be gone
who knows who will remain...
i miss them and i miss us.Current Mood:  melancholy |
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These past few weeks have really been exhausting for me.
Human Rights' Week have just ended (oh the stress!)
The culminating event I've organized was a success though...(thank God it didn't rain)
This week is the last week of classes for the year and I'm feeling mighty lazy (holiday bug?)
and yet i have tons to do...piles of unread cases, mock defense, and...i'm mooting this saturday!
I don't honestly know where I will get the time to do all that needs to be done.
And i'm getting scared...
"Every man is called upon to develop and fulfill himself, for every life is a vocation...
Endowed with intelligence and freedom, he is responsible for his fulfillment as he is for his salvation.
He is aided, or sometimes impeded by those who educate him and those with whom he lives, but each one
remains, whatever be these influences affecting him, the principal agent of his own success or failure.
By the unaided effort of his own intelligence and his will, each man can grow in humanity, can enhance
his personal worth, can become more a person."
- Pope Paul VI
Populorum Progression
Dec. 14th, 2004 @ 12:53 am
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Just arrived in Manila from Mindoro.
Still can't believe that just this morning I was still in
a hammock enjoying the warm breeze and basking in the Sun in puerto galera
and now i'm back in the land of the not-so-free and complicated dimension.
My immersion was in some mountain in Mindoro in the barangay of Baynilad,
a home to one of the seven Mangyan tribes. It was an experience I hope to
never forget. It opened my eyes, my mind and my heart to a lot of things
but most importantly, it was a journey of self discovery.
I lived with the Mangyans for six days and contrary to popular belief
I can attest that the Mangyans are the most human of all human beings.
They gave me so much...though they had so little
They taught me so much...though i'm more educated
They gave out love so pure, innocent and real.
They gave it all...to a total stranger.
Nothing could have been greater.
An Eden before the Fall.
I can't say that the immersion had changed me.
But i'm sure that it has affected me and i hope to be
continuously infected with this affection.
I know that it sparked a fire and I intend to
keep it aflame. I've found a reason...my reason
...the reason i've been waiting and wanting for so
long. Now everything's falling into place,
I can feel it and I can see it in motion.
The challenge now is to drive it and see it through.
Nov. 15th, 2004 @ 12:51 am
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I guess this is it.
Only two books and my time's up.
Quite disappointing actually,
but it's definitely better than nothing.
At least I got to luxuriously read something
that's not mandatory.
So why am I stopping here?
Coz tomorrow (later, actually) I'm leaving for my
sembreak immersion and i don't think it would be appropriate
to bring a book along,i mean, i'd rather bond with people than
isolate myself, even with a really good book.
I've finished John Grisham's "The Last Juror" and it was
a nice read. I've been reading Grisham's legal fictions since the fourth grade and it's
refreshing to see him change literary styles. For this book, he used the first person
narrative, giving it a more personal appeal, plus the main character was not a lawyer, a first
i believe, as such, gone were the heavy legal mambo jumbos. The story was set for a ten year time span,
and did not narrowly focused on the main legal plot, unlike all his other legal fictions.
It kinda reminded me of Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mocking Bird" and if i didn't know any better
I could have sworn that the book was not a Grisham.
I haven't read any of Grisham's non-legal fictions. I distinctively avoided doing so
because I thought it was not his forte. But after reading this book, I just might pick up
"The Painted House" or "The Bleachers" one of these days (the other one, "Skipping Christmas" I resolved
to watch the movie version starring Tim Allen). So my Grisham Theory goes like this:
"THe Last Juror" was a product of his trying to combine his legal and non-legal fictions.
Although this one turned out well, i think that if he continues doing so, it's going to
confuse his readers. I'd rather that he stick to his well defined subdivisions.
Book number two was "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornby.
I tried watching the film back in college, but I slept through it.
Nonetheless, critic friends raved about it, giving it fantastic reviews.
So after three years, I finally picked up the book.
It was surprisingly engaging, and I couldn't help but relate to it,
as much as I tried to deny/dismiss it, it captures the human social condition.
So what is the human social condition? rEAD THE BOOK..Hehehehee
Another upper was the fact that the main character's name was Rob.
And I do know a certain Rob-person...who coincidentally fits the
protagonist's role. I could actually imagine my friend's face in those
certain situations while i'm reading the book and before I knew it
I was laughing uncontrollably and hysterically. I was associating the
two of them together with gleeful delight to the point that i thought
i could not turn another page...when i finally put the book down, I
was wearing a stupid grin that would just not go away...until now.
Nov. 3rd, 2004 @ 02:07 am
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Most of the world seems to be completely ignoring
the genocide in the region of Darfur, Sudan being
carried out by the government-backed
Janjaweed Arab Militia against non-Arab Muslims.
Male children are being mass murdered because the
Janjaweed believe they could be future enemies!
Secretary of State Colin Powell affirmed that,
indeed, there was genocide and there might still be,
and yet he said that no action was necessary.
I guess no country has any political or economic
interest in Sudan, that is why no one's rushing in
to stop these atrocities. More that 50,000 people
are dead and no one seems to care.
Nov. 2nd, 2004 @ 12:28 pm
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| » Missing the Catwalk |
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For the last five months, I have been neglecting my appearance.
I really didn't care and I enjoyed not caring.
I wasn't a total slob, but I wasn't my typical me either.
If it had been a year ago, I would have disowned myself.
But for some strange reason, I just didn't see the need to fix-up.
I did not feel the urge to go with the latest fashion.
A white top and black slacks would lately do for me.
Putting on make-up proved to be such a chore,
a dab of moisturizer and i'm ready to go.
I'm not sure on where to attribute this transformation to,
either i'm too lazy or maybe it's a sign of maturity...hehehe
who am I kidding?
So when my friend rang me up for the show, I did a double take:
do I still want to do this? and more importantly, Can I still do this?
I stood infront of the mirror and gave myself a long and hard stare:
Shit! I'm 3 sizes up, my color's not good, and my face is breaking out.
So i told my friend that I'm not model material at the moment.
But my friend curtly replied that he's not taking no for an answer and
that i owed him big time for all the stints I made him suffer during college.
And that I have one week to put myself together.
One week! hello? it was my finals' week!
and believe me, no one could ever look good during
that crazy week especially not immediately after!
But the perks of the show was too much and I would be crazy to resist,
the best being: one full day at the spa, before the show, with the works!
a full body treatment, massage, masks, etc.etc.etc.
and what better way to end the finals right?
And so I was treated like a princess,
just like the good old days, beauty consultants at my beck and call.
aND I do miss those days.
But what I missed most was being in shows,
the lights, the music, the clothes, the crowd...they always leave me ecstatic
and the feeling lingers on...for days.
It was a moment in heaven, but as i've decided early on during college,
I'd rather leave it at that...just a moment..and not a lifetime.
Yes, it's pure bliss and others choose to remain at it,
but i strongly feel that it's not real....my reality's made up
of more that just the catwalk.
Nov. 2nd, 2004 @ 01:23 am
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| » The Sem that WAs |
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First Sem's finally over...thank God!
I honestly thought that it would never end
like some sick time warp to haunt me over and over again.
But I've got to admit...it was one hell of an interesting semester.
The rollercoaster ride on the super rocky road highway was actually fun.
I learned a lot of things, not necessarilly academic in nature though,
I learned about other people, about myself and about the
experience, that could only happen in
the first semester... :)
The first time I entered the classroom and looked around, i thought,
oh shit...i'm in a room full of...er...studious people..do i really belong here?
Suddenly I can imagine my social life slowly drifting away in some non-existent dimension.
ANd Yup! that's what really happened, but i tried to compensate...i watched movies every chance I got.
The funny thing was...i never paid for that luxury. For some bizaare, but absolutely glorious reason, i never
got called for recits the following day whenever I watch a movie the night before. Even though sometimes I thought that
I'm way pushing my luck and dangerously tempting fate by courageously or should I say arrogantly going to class the next day
without having read a single page of the assigned homeworks. But of course, I would twitch uncontrollably in my seat, looking at
my watch, tensely praying that the prof wouldn't call me. Really, i should break that stupid habit or else i might die of a heart attack way before I even graduate...if i ever do graduate.
The good thing about watching movies though, is that I got to bond with whomever I'm with.
Law school is really toxic for building relationships, so i really treasure non-school related
conversations with my blockmates. You see, i believe that one of the greatest tragedies in life is
not getting to experience the people around you, for your experience of reality would never be complete
without them. And it's always nice and refreshing to get to know them, a person's uniqueness never ceases to amaze me.
And Of course, what is the first sem without my near-dementia emotional ride.
I entered law school only half-heartedly but quitting was never an option for me,
and that's what made it harder, knowing that there's no escape, that no matter how it
sucks, i have to face it, that I have to drag my sorry self to school every single day.
GOd it was hard! And the professors and the work loads never made it easier. I actually have to study.
I never did have a problem with my studies. It was never a burden for me. I guess it was because I used to
love what I'm studying, so i never considered studying as studying, it was more like leisure reading for me.
And I got by with it with flying colors. But not this time, it was torturous for me to read hundreds and hundreds
of cases....it was boring me to death, especially constitutional law! The drive was just not there and it's so hard to perform
without passion. So i ended up a mediocre. And it hurts being a mediocre...knowing that you could have done better but didn't.
The thing that saved me was my memberships in some organizations.
They kept me going...finally, something to look forward to in school,
something to actually enjoy, something that i'm passionate about and
something to give me guidance and direction.
Of course, they ate up my time, huge chunks of it,but it was all
worth it, they inspired me to stay in school.
They made me realized that maybe...just maybe i'm meant
to be a lawyer, that maybe this is my vocation, that i would be able to
do what i'm meant to do and live a truly human life by pursuing this
field of existence...and now i'm excited to find out.
Oct. 30th, 2004 @ 11:25 pm
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A friend commented on my blog entries and said that they were too profound.
So here's my first attempt at being normal:
Spent the whole day yesterday at the jessup run-offs, doing marshall duties.
Was really exhausting, considering that i lacked the requisite hours of sleep to
jumpstart my brain cells, so i got by on automatic pilot mode. But it was
a learning experience for me and I got to semi-bond with some people...and hey, they
were pretty cool people and two of them are soon to be famous, if they bag the grand prize home
for the jessup worlds competition, assuming UP doesn't cream them at the regionals...hehehe
Anyways, my org suffered a really shocking, unexpected and devastating lost. And biases aside...
it was really unfair...and that got me thinking:
no matter how hard you work nor how good/nice/kind a person you are...
it's not a guarantee of success coz the world ain't perfect nor are the people around you...
who could really make you or break you...depending on their moods...in other words...shit happens man....
just got to accept it and learn to live by it...so much for my attempt at being normal....hehehehe
anyways, this made me even scarier for my finals...shit! what if i get really unlucky that day...get run over by
a truck or worse, not AGAIN see that there are still questions on the back page...whoa!
think positive! okay...enough rambling...start studying..that is if i can manage to stay awake.
Oct. 10th, 2004 @ 02:37 pm
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i don't know who I am anymore
I'm beginning to doubt myself
i know that some people would kill to be me,
even for a day (modesty aside, they told me so)
but other people's life ain't always what they seem to be,
I guess it's rooted in man's insatiable nature,
and honestly, who could blame man?
I'm torn between the simple and the complex
simplicity ends up boring me, while
complexity always comes close to killing me
living the tension between the two seems like the best option,
but fate's humor takes me to the extreme, every once in a while,
and when least expected.
It takes hold of me, sometimes paralyzing my senses.
Sometimes I fight, but usually I just float....
One of these days, I'll probably drown
and eventually learn the lesson, my mind's been trying to teach my person.
Oct. 3rd, 2004 @ 10:25 pm
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WHAT KIND OF MAN SHOULD YOU BE
LOOKING FOR?
(YOU ARE BLESSED IF YOU FOUND YOUR
MAN)
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman
he was pursuing the question,
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking
him in the eye and asking "Do you really want
to know?" Reluctantly, he said "Yes.".
She began to expound..." As a woman in this
day and age, I am in a position to ask a man
what he can do for me that I can't do for
myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my
household with out the help of any man...or
woman for that matter. I am in the position to
ask "What can you bring to the table?" The
man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she
was referring to money. She quickly corrected
his thought and stated "I am not referring to
money. I need something more. I need a man
who is striving for perfection in every aspect of
life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and
asked her to explain. She said, "I am looking
for someone who is striving for perfection
mentally because I need conversation and
mental stimulation. I don't need a simple
minded man. I am looking for someone who is
striving for perfection spiritually because I don't
need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed
with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need
a man who is striving for perfection financially
because I don't need a financial burden. I am
looking for someone who is sensitive enough
to understand what I go through as a woman
but strong enough to keep me grounded. I am
looking for someone who I can respect. In
order to be submissive, I must respect him. I
cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking
care of his business. I have no problem being
submissive...he just has to be worthy. God
made woman to be a help mate for man. I can't
help a man if he can't help himself."
When she finished her spill, she looked at him.
He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He
said "You are asking a lot." She replied "I'm
worth a lot."
Sep. 28th, 2004 @ 09:16 pm
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Philo class
friday: 3-5 Pm
:lecture on humpty dumpty vs. king's cross hospital
:topic's interesting but my mind's already wandering
:wondering whether I'll faint, vomit or both
:sick as a dog but forced myself to attend class
DYING
I'm exhausted...
my mind's still alert
but my body's already wasted
the pain is slowly creeping in
sharp, throbbing and lingering
gasping for air, i'm suffocating
is this real?
my body's not responding to my will.
Sep. 28th, 2004 @ 01:55 am
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