Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Mapme Widget

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Why wait?

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy (easy to get hehehehe...)

The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

So women out there just keep staying on top of the tree and wait for your monkey! hehehehe... Just make sure your location is not too high that it's already impossible for someone to get you or else sag a little bit so you could be within reach...



Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Sparks

Most of us if not all are craving and searching for one thing known as happiness. This is the root of all the reasons for everything that we do. We do stupid things in this world simply because we wanted to be happy even if it hurts others (this is the self centered type of people hehehe...). How we live our lives are patterned by how we defined happiness. Some people think of different sources of happiness like money, health, career, power, perfect partners etc. and they have dedicated their whole lives in achieving those things by all means knowing that they can be happy after reaching their goals but after all they will end up frustrated or worst they will end up in big troubles. To some who achieved their dreams they will realize that they want something more and what they experienced are just momentary so it becomes a never-ending cycle of wants and desires. There's a saying from an unknown author that is very true and it goes like this: "The tragedy of man is not that he cannot find happiness but he looks for it at the wrong places". Some of us have already reached the four corners of the world but still they are unhappy because the truth is happiness lies with in us waiting for something to arise. Happiness is not a goal to be attained but a journey that we must live. All those external sources that we think are just objects that trigger the happiness with in us. To become happy is as simple as setting your mind that you will be happy without ifs and without until. It is just a realization that there's no other time to be happy than now. Stop postponing your happiness not until you have this or that or when you finish this or that. Be happy now and for everything that you have and you experienced. Spread your happiness to others. If you can make someone happy you can always bring out the best in them. So why wait for something to arrive or something to happen. Start now and let’s make this world a happy place to live...


Saturday, July 08, 2006

The mask we wear

After many years of preaching, you gather quite a collection of notes and memorable passages borrowed from various places and authors, many of them unidentified. One passage by an unknown author I have always liked is about the mask we wear. It goes like this:

Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the mask I wear. For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are really me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me. I give the impression that I am secure, that everything is fine with me, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game. And that I need no one. But don’t be fooled by me.

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask. Beneath the mask is the real me – confused, frightened and alone. But I hide this. I don’t want any one to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed. That’s why I create a mask to hide behind – a nonchalant, sophisticated facade to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.

I know that such a glance is my salvation. I know that if it is followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love, it’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself – that I am worth something, that I am lovable.

But I can’t tell you this. I don’t dare. I’m afraid to. I am afraid that your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love. I’m afraid that you will think less of me, that you’ll laugh at me and your laughter would kill me. I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing, that I’m no good and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my desperate game with a mask of assurance on the outside and trembling child on the inside. And my whole life becomes a mask.

I chatter away with surface talk, tell you everything that is really nothing and nothing of what is everything. But when I go through my routine, don’t be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying, what I’d like to be able to say, what I need to say but can’t.

I don’t like hiding behind a mask. I don’t like the superficial game I’m playing. I would like to be genuine and spontaneous and be really me. But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand even when that’s the last thing I seem to want. Only you can make me throw away the mask. Only you can call me into life again, each time that you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care. With your sensitivity and sympathy and your power of understanding, you can make me throw away my mask. You can make me live again.

I want you to know that, I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be the creator of the real person that is me if you want to. Please want to! You can break down the wall behind which I tremble; you can make me throw away the mask. You can free me from my world of uncertainty and insecurity. Please don’t pass me by.

It will not be easy for you. Long years of insecurity and feeling worthless build strong walls. The closer you come to me the more I fight back against you. I fight against the very thing that I need. But I know that love and acceptance are stronger than the highest walls – and that is my hope.

Please try to break down those walls with gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive. Please take my mask away and accept me and love me. I need to be accepted and loved. I am someone you know very well. I am every man and woman you meet. Please take away my mask in love.