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Lauri Blank's painting I think of you most of the time. I haven't been like this for quite sometime now. My crazy heart tells me it's pumping blood profusely than usual...Well, I guess that I'm in love again...and I fell for the least person I expected.  Yes, I know...you seduced me and I've allowed myself to be seduced... You brought me back to life...freeing my mind, my heart, my soul...  There are days that I'd wish I could really fly...and you'll be the one to catch me... OH, there's nothing wrong with wishful thinking... you could be here and I there... You pervade my thoughts constantly... ...I can't resist you... 

A Love Letter to Myself Carissima Melissa, Yey! Imagine how much I yearned for you to write me. It has been taking you forever and I'm very glad you finally took time to respond to your beautiful soul's Celebrate YOU challenge. http://www.everydaygyaan.com/2011/06/celebrate-you.html  by Corinne Rodrigues I celebrate the two years you've undoubtedly faced reality in your search for true happiness... I know it didn't come easily. But what you have considered 'lost years' were actually archived in your book of life. You never ceased to grow...  you just 'bloom' wherever God plants you. I allow you to feel the intensity of your feelings. I celebrate everytime you've overcome your sadness... or pain... Oh, it's okay to cry...please do whenever you feel like it. Let it purify and heal you. I know that a little sense of humor afterwards could ease everything away... I allow you to be who you truly

Chinese Garden, Singapore photo by May Christine Tandoc " Go out! Get out! Get a life!, "  sassed  a wise friend one Friday night.                                                                       Who could ever win a two against one argument? Remember I had a similar powwow with my dad and this just isn't my day... I told him, "Okay, okay...on Sunday, I'll be going out on a rendezvous." "Good for you," he replied. Yeah, right... I 'll be going out...                                  with my parents... _________________________ For most of us I guess... coming to social networks might mean rest from the daily hassles of life... to be entertained... to gain friends... the  rest , others can decide...  I may have about sixty people in my friends list but only a few who really come to Tagged and FB regularly. About ten who writes me ev

____________________________ PREGHIERA DI SAN FRANCESCO D'ASSISI DAVANTI A CROCIFISSO DI SAN DAMIANO   ( Prayer of St.Francis of Assisi infront of the San Damiano Crucifix) O alto e glorioso Dio,  O Most High and Glorious God illumina le tenebre  illumine the darkness del cuore mio.  of my heart. Dammi una fede retta,  Give me right faith, spearanza certa,  certain hope, carita' perfetta  perfect charity e umilta' profonda.  and profound humility. Dammi, Signore,  Grant me, O Lord, senno e discernimento   discernment per compiere la tua vera  that I may fulfill your true e santa volonta'. Amen.  and most holy will. Amen. da Charitatis Hostia di Mons. Marco Frisina ______________________________________________________ There are certain nights I couldn't sleep, most especially when my day has been particularly heavy or when I fail to communicate with particular people. I had dry spells over a month

*I was here early morning..... greeting my friends..... then God led me to read a beautiful post by Ms. Debra El -Ramey... http://debrasblogpureandsimple.blogspot.com/2011/06/parting-gifts.html?spref=fb Debra, Thank you so much....  it has touched me in more ways than one... and as much as my wish didn't come true, I'd like him to hear this... ___________________________________ Just before the day ends, I'd like you to know that.... _____ Here I was listening to an old familiar tune you used to play when we were kids... Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see.  We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me. music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Johnny Mercer

S tylish Blogger Awards for S even Beautiful S ouls... ______________________________ Two of my young friends gifted me with this award: Harshal Patel of Think Once...! http://lovelyharshal.wordpress.com and Mohini Puranik of http://narayankripa.blogspot.com  Grazie di cuore! __________________________________________ I first saw this award from my fashion writer friend, Ma Faye Liana. I wasn't so sure what a Stylish blogger meant so let's see... I get to share seven "candid" things about me. 1. Hair style ? You'd be surprised to know that I really... truly like my hair short (I grew it long for love's sake...geez...nothing else could ever move me in such a way) plus... it has its natural curls, I have to blow it dry to make it straight... The last time I did, my colleagues didn't recognize me :P 2. I have been wearing eyeglasses since I was seven . My mom initially taught I couldn't read. I wrote

Not all angels have wings and look like cherubims.  I met two of them recently. And they came quietly into my life...they were not longtime friends but people I encountered in the streets once and were never seen again but they created such a great impact in my life... I was never the same after that. angels in disguise: In choosing life, God has given me gifts greater than the material things provided me by family.  God enrolled me in the school of love where the heart is formed and is continuously shaped according to the potter's skillful hands. God gave me angels in disguise as co-travellers in this school. And as days progress into years, God enables me to see more a person's heart. From the abundance of graces God is giving me, He also provided me with "THORNS" and weaknesses inorder to keep myself rooted in the ground.  By allowing my weaknesses to surface, my friends and co-journeyers make HUMILITY tangible and I'm forever gra