One day a mother died.
And on that clear, cold morning,
in the warmth of her bedroom,
the daughter was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more.
No more hugs,
no more lucky moments to celebrate together,
no more phone calls just to chat,
No more 'just one minute' .
Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away.
never to return before we can say good-bye,
Say 'I Love You.'
So while we have it .. . it's best we love it . .
And care for it and fix it when it's broken
and take good care of it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage
....and friendships
And children with bad report cards;
And dogs with bad hips;
And aging parents and grandparents
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we cherish them!
Some things we keep --
like a best friend who moved away
or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make
us happy, No matter what.
Life is important,
and so are the people we know
And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone today
who thought I was a 'KEEPER'!
Then I sent it to the people
I think of in the same way !
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
WHAT EACH KISS MEANS?
-Kiss on the stomach; be redi,...,
-Kiss on the Forehead; expresing a lov 4 him/her
-Kiss on the Ear; seducing!,haha!
-Kiss on the Cheek; cute,
-Kiss on the Hand; I adore yah!..
-Kiss on the Neck;We belong together..
-Kiss on the Shoulder;Iwant you..
-Kiss on the Lips;Ilove you..
__ __ ___ _________ _ ____ ____________ __ ___ _____ _ ____ ____
What the gesture means...
-Holding Hands; We definitely like each other.
-Slap on the Butt; That's mine.
-Holding on tight; I don't want to let go.
-Looking into each other's Eyes; liking each oder,
-Playing with Hair; Tell me you love me.
-Arms around the Waist; I like you too much to let go.
-Laughing while Kissing;I am comple tely comfortable with you.
________ _____ ________ _ __ __________ ___________ ____ ___
Advice;
Don't ask for a kiss,take one.
If you were thinking about someone while reading this ,
you're definitely in Love.
______ _____ _______ ____________
-Kiss on the Forehead; expresing a lov 4 him/her
-Kiss on the Ear; seducing!,haha!
-Kiss on the Cheek; cute,
-Kiss on the Hand; I adore yah!..
-Kiss on the Neck;We belong together..
-Kiss on the Shoulder;Iwant you..
-Kiss on the Lips;Ilove you..
__ __ ___ _________ _ ____ ____________ __ ___ _____ _ ____ ____
What the gesture means...
-Holding Hands; We definitely like each other.
-Slap on the Butt; That's mine.
-Holding on tight; I don't want to let go.
-Looking into each other's Eyes; liking each oder,
-Playing with Hair; Tell me you love me.
-Arms around the Waist; I like you too much to let go.
-Laughing while Kissing;I am comple tely comfortable with you.
________ _____ ________ _ __ __________ ___________ ____ ___
Advice;
Don't ask for a kiss,take one.
If you were thinking about someone while reading this ,
you're definitely in Love.
______ _____ _______ ____________
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
$0.57 CENT CHURCH
A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was 'too crowded.'
'I can't go to Sunday School,' she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: 'This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.'
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide. Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.
When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, 'Acres of Diamonds'.
This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
'I can't go to Sunday School,' she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: 'This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School.'
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide. Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.
When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, 'Acres of Diamonds'.
This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
Monday, January 26, 2009
a dream to fly: lesson-6
Lesson 6
A little bird was flying south for the winter.
It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out! He lays there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy .
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.
Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
A little bird was flying south for the winter.
It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out! He lays there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy .
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.
Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
a dream to fly: lesson-5
Lesson 5
A turkey was chatting with a bull.
'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'
'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.
The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.
Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree..
He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.
Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..
A turkey was chatting with a bull.
'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'
'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.
The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.
Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree..
He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.
Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..
Thursday, January 22, 2009
a dream to fly: lesson-4
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.
A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him,
'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'
The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him,
'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'
The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
a dream to fly: lesson-3
Lesson 3:
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.
They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'
Puff! She's gone.
'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'
Puff! He's gone.
'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'
Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.
They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'
Puff! She's gone.
'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'
Puff! He's gone.
'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'
Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.
a dream to fly: lesson 2
Lesson 2:
A priest offered a Nun a lift.
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'
Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
A priest offered a Nun a lift.
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'
Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Monday, January 19, 2009
a dream to fly: lesson 1
Lesson 1:
A man is getting into the shower as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.
The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies. 'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'
Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
A man is getting into the shower as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.
The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies. 'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'
Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
my son: a profound story.
Just a minute ago, i opened my e-mail and a friend of mine sent me an interesting message. A story. And I decided to copy paste to share it with you..
MY SON
This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the pa inting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of20the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.'
God Bless
MY SON
This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the pa inting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of20the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.'
God Bless
Sunday, January 18, 2009
So when can one start going steady?
Human acts are for their end: to act rationally, one must have an end in mind, and orient his action according to that end. Now what is the end of courtship?
Marriage is the end of courtship, just as final purchase is the end of shopping (even when one is just window-shopping at the moment, he is normally looking forward to buying in the near future). Thus, when to go steady is a function of the decision ” approximate as it may be initially ” of when to get married.
As previously mentioned, most girls do not want to get married earlier than twenty-five; some even much later. Hence, the healthy age for girls to start going steady can be roughly computed:
25 years old (ideal age for marriage)“ 2 years (of courtship) = 23 years old at least
Nevertheless, girls can really be quite flexible in their target marriage age: as soon as they have the right fellow, they really can get married.
But not so with men, normally. Contemporary society imposes a minimum age for man to get married well ” i.e., the age when he is professionally stable and financially solid. He is expected to be able to set-up house immediately after getting married รข€” at least to be able to rent a flat. Otherwise he will be forced to bring his bride to his parents home or move in to his in-laws home. As Christ solemnly said, quoting Genesis: For this cause a man shall leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife. (Mt. 19:5).
In our society, this age is about 28-30 years. It takes that much time for a fellow to graduate from college (21 years old), find a suitable job after trying several (25 years old), stabilize himself in that job and get a few promotions (28-30 years old). Nowadays a joint family monthly income of P30,000 would barely enable a couple to rent a humble apartment in the metropolis, or buy a low-cost house on installment somewhere in Calabarzon. Thus, the minimum age for a man to get into a serious relationship with a woman can also be computed:
28 years old (practical age for marriage) “ 2 years (of courtship) = 25 years old at least
Of course there are exceptions e.g., if either the fellow or the girl is a millionaire to start with (from inheritance or otherwise).
Marriage is the end of courtship, just as final purchase is the end of shopping (even when one is just window-shopping at the moment, he is normally looking forward to buying in the near future). Thus, when to go steady is a function of the decision ” approximate as it may be initially ” of when to get married.
As previously mentioned, most girls do not want to get married earlier than twenty-five; some even much later. Hence, the healthy age for girls to start going steady can be roughly computed:
25 years old (ideal age for marriage)“ 2 years (of courtship) = 23 years old at least
Nevertheless, girls can really be quite flexible in their target marriage age: as soon as they have the right fellow, they really can get married.
But not so with men, normally. Contemporary society imposes a minimum age for man to get married well ” i.e., the age when he is professionally stable and financially solid. He is expected to be able to set-up house immediately after getting married รข€” at least to be able to rent a flat. Otherwise he will be forced to bring his bride to his parents home or move in to his in-laws home. As Christ solemnly said, quoting Genesis: For this cause a man shall leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife. (Mt. 19:5).
In our society, this age is about 28-30 years. It takes that much time for a fellow to graduate from college (21 years old), find a suitable job after trying several (25 years old), stabilize himself in that job and get a few promotions (28-30 years old). Nowadays a joint family monthly income of P30,000 would barely enable a couple to rent a humble apartment in the metropolis, or buy a low-cost house on installment somewhere in Calabarzon. Thus, the minimum age for a man to get into a serious relationship with a woman can also be computed:
28 years old (practical age for marriage) “ 2 years (of courtship) = 25 years old at least
Of course there are exceptions e.g., if either the fellow or the girl is a millionaire to start with (from inheritance or otherwise).
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Why long courtships are unhealthy?
What is wrong with starting the courtship in college or in high school and just prolonging it all the way to marriage at a much later date? The answer has to do with physiology and psychology, specifically male physiology.
Most girls are not very aware of this, but any red-blooded human male will immediately empathize with what I am going to say: Man is a very sexy (albeit rational) animal.
Girls and women are perfectly equipped by the Creator to be loving and caring also with the opposite sex without getting sexual. This is part of their femininity, which is relevant to their role in society (especially connected with child-rearing and caring for the family). Hence nurses have traditionally been women.
Thus in a boy-girl relationship, the girl can be affectionate in many ways: words, looks, affectionate touches, gestures, attention to details without getting sexually stimulated.
But not a boy. A fellow's threshold level for sexual arousal is pretty low, so that for most teen-aged boys, a physical display of affection is almost concomitant with sexual stimulation. It is a matter of physiology and psychology. Thus, a boy is not designed to spend many years with the object of his affection to his girlfriend beside him, day in and day out, without getting on with it. Either that or he is subjected to a terrible strain to control his sexual drive.
Thus, a steady relationship at college (worse in high school) can be proximate occasion for going too far, at least where the guy is concerned. But since a steady relationship always includes a girl (hopefully!), then the principle applies to both. The moral principle is that to deliberately open oneself to a proximate occasion of doing something wrong, one needs a proportionate reason as i.e., proportionate to the gravity of the wrong that one is exposing himself to.
Most girls are not very aware of this, but any red-blooded human male will immediately empathize with what I am going to say: Man is a very sexy (albeit rational) animal.
Girls and women are perfectly equipped by the Creator to be loving and caring also with the opposite sex without getting sexual. This is part of their femininity, which is relevant to their role in society (especially connected with child-rearing and caring for the family). Hence nurses have traditionally been women.
Thus in a boy-girl relationship, the girl can be affectionate in many ways: words, looks, affectionate touches, gestures, attention to details without getting sexually stimulated.
But not a boy. A fellow's threshold level for sexual arousal is pretty low, so that for most teen-aged boys, a physical display of affection is almost concomitant with sexual stimulation. It is a matter of physiology and psychology. Thus, a boy is not designed to spend many years with the object of his affection to his girlfriend beside him, day in and day out, without getting on with it. Either that or he is subjected to a terrible strain to control his sexual drive.
Thus, a steady relationship at college (worse in high school) can be proximate occasion for going too far, at least where the guy is concerned. But since a steady relationship always includes a girl (hopefully!), then the principle applies to both. The moral principle is that to deliberately open oneself to a proximate occasion of doing something wrong, one needs a proportionate reason as i.e., proportionate to the gravity of the wrong that one is exposing himself to.
Serious Virus Coming!
Checked with Norton Anti-Virus, and they are gearing up for this virus!
Snopes checked (URL above:), and it is for real!!
Get this E-mail message sent around to your contacts ASAP.
PLEASE FORWARD THIS WARNING AMONG FRIENDS, FAMILY AND CONTACTS!
You should be alert during the next few days. Do not open any message
with an attachment entitled 'POSTCARD FROM HALLMARK,' regardless of
who sent it to you. It is a virus which opens A POSTCARD IMAGE, which 'burns' the
whole hard disc C of your computer. This virus will be received from someone
who has your e-mail address in his/her contact list. This is the reason
why you need to send this e-mail to all your contacts It is better
to receive this message 25 times than to receive the virus and open it.
If you receive a mail called' POSTCARD,' even though sent to you by a
friend, do not open it! Shut down your computer immediately.
This is the worst virus announced by CNN. It has been classified by
Microsoft as the most destructive virus ever. This virus was
discovered by McAfee yesterday, and there is no repair yet for this kind of virus.
This virus simply destroys the Zero Sector of the Hard Disc, where the vital
information is kept.
Snopes checked (URL above:), and it is for real!!
Get this E-mail message sent around to your contacts ASAP.
PLEASE FORWARD THIS WARNING AMONG FRIENDS, FAMILY AND CONTACTS!
You should be alert during the next few days. Do not open any message
with an attachment entitled 'POSTCARD FROM HALLMARK,' regardless of
who sent it to you. It is a virus which opens A POSTCARD IMAGE, which 'burns' the
whole hard disc C of your computer. This virus will be received from someone
who has your e-mail address in his/her contact list. This is the reason
why you need to send this e-mail to all your contacts It is better
to receive this message 25 times than to receive the virus and open it.
If you receive a mail called' POSTCARD,' even though sent to you by a
friend, do not open it! Shut down your computer immediately.
This is the worst virus announced by CNN. It has been classified by
Microsoft as the most destructive virus ever. This virus was
discovered by McAfee yesterday, and there is no repair yet for this kind of virus.
This virus simply destroys the Zero Sector of the Hard Disc, where the vital
information is kept.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
searching for the answer
In life, We always search for answers because we want to prove to ourselves that we had made the right decisions. But the truth is, we cannot search for what is not there. Things happen. That is why, we forgive people even if they hurt us, we love people who do not love us, and we smile after every painful breaks of our hearts. At the end of the day, the lessons you will get, are the answers you are searching for.
Ice Queen :)
Ice Queen :)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
How long should the courtship be?
When I ask young ladies this question, they invariably answer "a long time". I always have to stifle a chuckle, since quite often the young lady in question would be in her late teens and "engaged", and of course most girls nowadays are not really contemplating marriage before their 25th birthday. This is quite logical, since most girls " at least in the urban setting " go to college, and would therefore want to experience a bit of their professional career before they settle down to the more serious business of raising up a family.
Hence, the young lady is not answering my question, but is rather thinking of how long it will take her to be old enough to get married. If she is only nineteen, and she wants to enjoy her professional career until she is twenty-five, it stands to reason that she and her boyfriend will have to wait at least six years before they can marry.
Rephrasing the question normally unravels the fuzzy logic. If you were twenty-six I ask and you start going steady with a twenty-eight year-old fellow who is professionally stable and well off, how much time do you think will you need to make up your mind about each other? She normally answers: A year.
This is the crux of the matter. A couple going steady are calling each other up daily on the phone, probably going to and coming home from office together, spending the whole weekend together, meeting each other's family it is a super-exposure to each other. If they cannot decide in a year or two whether they are meant for each other or not, there is something wrong with their thinking process.
Hence, the young lady is not answering my question, but is rather thinking of how long it will take her to be old enough to get married. If she is only nineteen, and she wants to enjoy her professional career until she is twenty-five, it stands to reason that she and her boyfriend will have to wait at least six years before they can marry.
Rephrasing the question normally unravels the fuzzy logic. If you were twenty-six I ask and you start going steady with a twenty-eight year-old fellow who is professionally stable and well off, how much time do you think will you need to make up your mind about each other? She normally answers: A year.
This is the crux of the matter. A couple going steady are calling each other up daily on the phone, probably going to and coming home from office together, spending the whole weekend together, meeting each other's family it is a super-exposure to each other. If they cannot decide in a year or two whether they are meant for each other or not, there is something wrong with their thinking process.
Monday, January 12, 2009
suspire..
Tears streak my face rolling silently down; where their once was a smile is now only a frown. Loneliness consumes me but my love for you does too all that’s left in my head are whispering images of you. Half of me is missing half my heart and soul, I’m trying to remain strong but I’m slowly losing control. I can’t catch my breath my chest feels so tight if only you were here to get me through each night. I can barely recall the feel of your skin a whisper of you is all I can summon from within. I can’t seem to remember the curve of your face the way that you smell things only you being here can replace. Gone is the sound of your laughter on my ears now all that’s left is the salty taste of my tears…funny, even you wanted to sort out things it would be impossible coz too much pain has been taken. Life may seem so unfair, but what the most important what life has thought me “ to undertake challenges and to be able to overcome fear within, emotionally and mentally.” Someday, I could reach higher than the mountain, imagine with tender passion and love as I wanted to be… I may take lots of wounded actions, feel so much pain and cried million tears but in the end a brighter life is waiting for me to move forward… it’s who I am and always will be the person from within…
Sunday, January 11, 2009
virus attack!
ou probably got a message from one of your friend saying you'd been filmed and there's a web link that you tried opening but can't get through. Well, by doing that you're not only posting an automatic message to some of your friends but risking your computer for potential virus too....
So be aware of this messages and try to ignore or delete them. They say that the people who's doing this are from the Canada and their mimicking Youtube's URL web page.
Right now their posting automatic comments with the video of a sexy girl and if you tried opening it you'll post the exact same comment to some of your random friends...
In addition, if you receive a comment and/or message that has a video with a link that takes you to what looks like a friendster log-in page delete the comment and do not use the log-in link.
Someone has phished the account it came from and is trying to phish yours.
Using the log-in link will give them your log-in info and access to your account to do whatever they want.
To help prevent this. I'm asking everyone to repost this bullettin or send this message to all of your friends. With this we can have a much more better friendster experience.
Thanks to all.
Back
So be aware of this messages and try to ignore or delete them. They say that the people who's doing this are from the Canada and their mimicking Youtube's URL web page.
Right now their posting automatic comments with the video of a sexy girl and if you tried opening it you'll post the exact same comment to some of your random friends...
In addition, if you receive a comment and/or message that has a video with a link that takes you to what looks like a friendster log-in page delete the comment and do not use the log-in link.
Someone has phished the account it came from and is trying to phish yours.
Using the log-in link will give them your log-in info and access to your account to do whatever they want.
To help prevent this. I'm asking everyone to repost this bullettin or send this message to all of your friends. With this we can have a much more better friendster experience.
Thanks to all.
Back
Thursday, January 8, 2009
6 words that truly hurts...
if this doesn't touch you... you're heartless.
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies.
....
The boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them.
The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk.
She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street.
He swerved right into the drivers seat,
killing the boy.Miraculously, the girl survived.
....
Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it , it said
"Without your love, I would die."
...
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies.
....
The boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them.
The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk.
She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street.
He swerved right into the drivers seat,
killing the boy.Miraculously, the girl survived.
....
Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it , it said
"Without your love, I would die."
...
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
at glance…
t glance,i am happy right now.why?because its started to be a meaningful and hopefully a fruitful one..hehehe it should be that way coz it makes me feel younger all the time..living a simple life makes me more flexible towards to others.because of someone so dear to me makes me happy all the time..hoping that the happiness that i have right now will continue to shine…Love you that much and you knew who you are hope you feel the same way too…
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Thanks and Gratitude
Another year has passed. We are now starting a new year, and shall face a new chapter of our lives.
New challenges await us. But before we take the battle let us first look back and think of things that had happened last year and express our thanks and gratitude to the people who have helped us, to those who been with us throughout the year.
First and foremost, I thank GOD for all the blessings He had given me. Despite of being unfaithful HE still there to guide me and answer my prayers. THANK YOU LORD.
Second, to my mi amore thank you for the great love you have showed me. I may not be the perfect girlfriend whom you have wished for but I'll try to be a good one.
Next, with all my heart I thank my dearest family for the LOVE and compassion. They have taught me to be a woman of good value.
Lastly, to all my friends who been there for me through thick and thin.
THANKS TO ALL OF YOU!
New challenges await us. But before we take the battle let us first look back and think of things that had happened last year and express our thanks and gratitude to the people who have helped us, to those who been with us throughout the year.
First and foremost, I thank GOD for all the blessings He had given me. Despite of being unfaithful HE still there to guide me and answer my prayers. THANK YOU LORD.
Second, to my mi amore thank you for the great love you have showed me. I may not be the perfect girlfriend whom you have wished for but I'll try to be a good one.
Next, with all my heart I thank my dearest family for the LOVE and compassion. They have taught me to be a woman of good value.
Lastly, to all my friends who been there for me through thick and thin.
THANKS TO ALL OF YOU!
Monday, January 5, 2009
LifE...
If there was a time that I got tired and cannot explain why sadness is kept haunting me…coz It is beyond my control… neither of us can do such things that we might lost and might retrieve But who knows, dreams are too wide… “LIFE, they say, is a matter of choice. You can either be happy and full of laughter or sad and grieving. Happy people do not depend on excitement and “fun” supplied by externals. They enjoy the fundamental, often very simple, things of life. They waste no time thinking other pastures are greener; they do not yearn for yesterday or tomorrow. They savor the moment, glad to be alive, enjoying their work, their families, and the good things around them. They are adoptable; they can bend with the wind, adjust to the changes in their times, enjoy the contests of life, and fell themselves in harmony with the world. His or her eyes are turned outward; “The difference between loving a person internally than external is not having an affair with someone else but having fear within you. I might say, people have there own indifferences but to sort things out is the best outlet that may occur, is to find out what would be the option that can help to create a solution that both person can have.“Someday you’re gonna realize, One day you’ll see this through my eyes, By then I won’t even be there, I’ll be happy somewhere, Even if I cared, I know you don’t really see my worth, You think you’re the last guy on earth, We’ll I’ve got news for you, I know I’m not that strong, But it won’t take long, Won’t take long, ‘Coz someday someone’s gonna love me, The way I wanted you to need me, Someday someone’s gonna take your place, One day I’ll forget about you, You’ll see, I won’t even miss you, Someday, someday, Right now I know you can tell, I’m down and I’m not doing well, But one day these tears they will all run dry, I won’t have to cry, sweet goodbye. Coz’ someday someone’s gonna love me, The way I wanted you need me, Someday someone’s gonna take your place, Ohhh.. One day I’ll forget about you, You’ll see, I won’t even miss you, Someday, I know someone’s gonna be there, Someday someone’s gonna love me, The way I wanted you to need me, Someday someone’s gonna take your place, One day I’ll forget about you You’ll see, I won’t even miss you, Someday, someday…Oh yeah… Cry until you relish all the anxiety, cry until you vanish all the pain..
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Alaska Retirement
om had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally, sick of the stress, he quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He saw the postman once a week and got groceries once a month. Otherwise, it was total peace and quiet.
After about six months of almost total isolation, someone knocked on his door. He opened it and a huge, bearded man was standing there.
"Name's Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night...thought you might like to come. About 5:00."
"Great", says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Lars left, he stopped. "Gotta warn you......be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man started to leave and stopped. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin', too."
"Well, I get along with people; I'll be all right. I'll be there. Thanks again."
"More'n likely be some wild se x, too!"
"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter ..... Just gonna be the two of us."
After about six months of almost total isolation, someone knocked on his door. He opened it and a huge, bearded man was standing there.
"Name's Lars, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night...thought you might like to come. About 5:00."
"Great", says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Lars left, he stopped. "Gotta warn you......be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man started to leave and stopped. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin', too."
"Well, I get along with people; I'll be all right. I'll be there. Thanks again."
"More'n likely be some wild se x, too!"
"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter ..... Just gonna be the two of us."
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