pag-ibig nga naman

Ang pag-ibig kapag pumasok sa puso ninuman
Hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang.

scary.

I want to write about love, but love prevents me from writing everything. Maybe I should ponder more on the other person's love because writing something about love does not justify the action of the other person. I'd like to think that love is gentle and is kind. Well, i'd really have to think about that. There is pain, you know.

Love had me at hello and stayed with me until we said goodbye. I believe love transcends everything. Even after the pain.

I love love and forever will love.

I love you.

the perfect husband

I am sharing this that came in my e-mail this morning...

Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen.

MAN: 'Hello'

WOMAN: 'Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?'

MAN: 'Yes'

WOMAN: 'I am at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if

I buy it?'

MAN: 'Sure, go ahead if you like it that much.'

WOMAN: 'I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2007 models. I saw one I really liked.'

MAN: 'How much?'

WOMAN: '$90,000'

MAN: 'OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.'

WOMAN: 'Great! Oh, and one more thing... the house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000'

MAN: 'Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand if it's really a pretty good price.'

WOMAN: 'OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!'

MAN: 'Bye! I love you, too.'

The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.

He turns and asks: 'Anyone know who this phone belongs to?'

its time

its a hard thing to do... but i have to do it!

doors

Life is a series of pathways and doorways.
The doorway to life is always open; with welcoming arms she calls you in. Some doors are large and some are small, but no matter the size they have one thing in common.

To let you in to a room or a garden, a new slant on life that's sure to be different. A door to a church where we go to pray, a door to a heart where we long to stay. Red doors or brown doors, tin ones or wooden, some with bars and padlocks to form a prison.

I remember a door in a small town in Cornwall with a porch made of wood, surrounded by creepers, so quaint, so welcoming, so olde world charming.

A door to a cottage built long long ago. Doorways to pubs and doorways to schools; No matter our age, our gender or colour, we all go through doors on our way to our goals. We have to enter new doors each fresh day to take us forever onwards; To open new chapters in life's endless search for avenues of learning.

Tricha McGill