When Love Is Forever...

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept.  There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river—leaves, insects, the feathers of birds—is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed.  If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing will be over, I could finally forget.

            By the River Piedra I sat down and wept.  The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me.  Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until—far from the heart and sight—all of them merge with the sea.

            May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.  May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the

Pyrenees

, the mists, and the paths we walked together.

            I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams—the dreams that will never come true.

            I remember my “magic moment”—that instant when a “yes” or a “no” can change one’s life forever.  It seems so long ago now.  It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him.

            I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra.  My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop.

            “Seek to live.  Remembrance are for the old,” he said.

            Perhaps love makes us old before our time—or young, if youth has passed.  But how can I not recall those moments?  That is why I write—to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.  So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra.  That’s what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do.  Only then—in the words of one of the saints—will the water extinguish what the flames have written.

            ALL LOVE STORIES ARE THE SAME.

            First two pages of the novel By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept written by Paulo Coelho.

            

            

                            

what each kiss mean..

What Each Kiss Means
- Kiss on the stomach: I'm ready.
-Kiss on the Forehead: I hope we're
together forever.
-Kiss on the Ear: You're my everything.
-Kiss on the Cheek: We're friends.
-Kiss on the Hand: I adore you.
-Kiss on the Neck: We belong together.
-Kiss on the Shoulder: I want you.
-Kiss on the Lips: I love you.
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What the gesture means...
-Holding Hand: 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: I just
plain like you.
-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
completely comfortable with you.
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Advice;
Don't ask for a kiss, take one.
If you were thinking about someone
while
reading this,
you're definitely in Love.
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Requirements;
Post this again after reading!!
Or you will have a bad year of
Relationships.
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If you LIKE, LOVE, OR MISS someone
right now
and can't get them out of your head
then Re-post this within One Minute and
Whoever you are
missing will surprise you.
Repost this as "what each kiss means

The story behind my soul...

Today is May 3, 2007, and I still have a test tomorrow.  But hell, I can’t think rightly tonight.  I keep on thinking ‘bout him!  What’s with him anyway?  What’s with him, huh?

I hate to see myself acting like this—acting like so desperate of turning back time, back when I was just fifteen.  I keep on reminiscing the past.  Honestly, I don’t anymore know my self.  Sometimes, I even wonder if I still belong to the present coz I’m always reliving the memories of what had been over.  Every minute, he’s always on my mind and I’m not being exaggerated.  Why can’t I forget him?  Why can’t I move on?  (Sigh.)  The situation is out of my control.  I don’t know what’s happenin to me.

Oh, heck!  Ok, fine, well I really know what’s goin on. All I need is a lil courage to admit it.  And I’m using this opportunity, when I still have all the courage in the world to confess, otherwise, I might blow up.  And I think, I can’t take it no longer.  So I’m writing my story and you’re reading it now.

You know me.  I’m living in every teenage girl that still clings to her past.  And perhaps, I’m living inside of you, too. My name’s Bev, seventeen, a college student.  But this story began almost two years ago.

It all started when I was still in my 3rd year in high school. It was December of 2004 when I, together w/ my team, represented our school as well as our division in the 2004 Regional Science Fair.  My affair was the Science Quiz Bowl.  If my memory serves me right, there were 12 teams competing for being the best in the entire region.  I was really nervous that time.  I remember excusing myself from the outside world to utter my prayers.  My head was bowed and my eyes were closed.  And then, one of my teammates patted me in the back saying that the bowl was about to begin.  Phrasing my last prayer, I slowly opened my eyes.  And that was it!  The very first person I’ve seen was a tall guy looking towards my direction.  I did not know what had gotten into my mind but I looked back at him, only to get surprised coz he smiled.  I immediately withdrew my glance, ignoring him, thinking he was smiling at the person behind me.  Though confused, I joined my teammates at our designated table.  We were team # 5.  Well, I already have this habit of familiarizing the faces of our opponents. As I glanced to our right side, I was amazed to see that that guy was part of the team seated right beside us.  He must have felt my stare coz he caught me off-guard, looking at him.  Once again, he smiled.  This time, I was so sure he was smiling at me coz he even waved his hand, and I think I heard him mention my name.  For a second or two, I was thinking if I’ll return his smile.  In the end, I did what I think was appropriate.  I smiled back.  But at the back of my mind lay the question who he was.  Well, there was an air of familiarity with him.  It was like I met him before.  Then, it hit me!  As if unraveling the mystery of an ancient spell, it occurred to me why was this guy looks so familiar.  He surely appeared to be a grown-up guy that time, but still, he was the boy I hated most during my elementary days. He was the boy who used to make laughingstocks out of me.  I really could not believe it!  Who would have thought we’ll gonna meet each other again after a long time?

It has been three years since we first bumped into each other, way back when we were still in our last year in elementary.  He was the most conceited boy I’d ever known in the entire archipelago. And do you wanna know how our first encounter happened?  Well, it was of the same thing, we met in a contest.  It was DSPC that time and we happened to have the same field—editorial writing.  And the funny thing bout it?  Well, he was seated next to me.  The moment we first made an eye contact, there was already a great tension.  I felt the animosity between us.  Perhaps the reason was that, we came from two rival schools.  I was from Agusan del Sur Pilot, he was from San Francisco Pilot.  And the tension grew deeper when the contest result came out.  He ranked 3rd, I ranked 2nd.

To be continued….

I'm in love with Love...

I am, by my own admission, a hopeless romantic.  If such a thing is possible, I am in love with being in love.

There’s nothing else quite like it, and if you’ve experienced it, you know what I mean.  Being in love is a patchwork of a thousand indescribable moments.  Nervous energy runs through your body whenever you think of that special person, which is every waking minute.  You lose interest in the dull chores of eating, sleeping and thinking rationally.  You discover that every love song on the radio was written for you.  It seems that someone has removed blinders from your eyes, and you can see the world full of wonder and mystery and happiness.

I love love.  But I’ve come to realize that I don’t really know much about it.  Oh, I can tell you all about the warm, fuzzy side of love.  I can throw myself into romance with all the passion of Romeo, but in God’s school of true love, I’m afraid I’m still in kindergarten.

To me and other romantics who share a “love foe love”, God wants to give a higher, grander view.  He wants to deepen our understanding.  Romance can thrill us to our core, but it’s only a small part of true love.  We’ve been playing in the sandbox—God wants to take us to the beach.

TRUE LOVE WAITS.

I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up

The most common fallacy about love deals with personal responsibility.  The world tells us that love is beyond our control.

This thinking has found its way into our language.  We describe the beginning of a passionate relationship as “falling in live”.  Or people say, “We’re madly in love with each other.”  You’ve more than likely heard people say these things—perhaps you’ve even said them yourself.

Why do we feel compelled to compare love to a pit or mental disorder?  What do these statements reveal about our attitudes about love?  I think we make these somewhat overstated analogies because they remove personal responsibility.  If a person falls into a pit, what can she do about it?  If an animal contracts rabies and runs around foaming at the mouth biting people, it can’t really help its nasty behavior because it has gone mad.

Does it sound a little absurd to discuss love in such terms?  I think so.  Yet we tend to express our experience of love in these ways.  We think of love as something beyond our control and thus excuse ourselves from having to behave responsibly.  In extreme cases, people have blamed love for immortality, murder, rape and many other sins.  Okay, so maybe you and I haven’t done those things.  But perhaps you’ve lied to parents or friends because of a relationship.  But if love is out of our control, we can’t possibly be held responsible.  Yes, we know we behaved rashly.  Yes, we know we might have hurt others in the process, but we couldn’t help it.  We were in love.

My Sentiments...

I'll be the raft in the tide..

I'll be yours..

I'll be the truth in the light..

I'll be yours..

And what's more, when no one opens the door...

I'll  be the hope that you're looking for..

I'll be yours...

We can pretend to be brave to conceal our fears;

pretend to  be smart to concea l our insecurities;

pretend to be strong to conceal our weaknesses;

pretend to be happy to  conceal our longings.

But no matter how muc h we pretend to conceal our negativities,

we will always be pierced by reality.

Maybe that's what life is all about,

REALITY bites but we can NEVER bite it back...

The current situation...

In September 2006, Pope Benedict XVI set off worldwide controversy while quoting Manuel II during a lecture at the University of Regensburg in Germany: "Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you
will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached."

The reaction was swift and strong from Muslims the world over. While

Pakistan

's parliament voted to condemn him,

Lebanon

's leading Shia leader asked for a personal apology. The deputy head of

Turkey

's governing party put him in the same category as Hitler and Mussolini. Unfortunately, two churches in

Palestine

were bombed and a nun in

Somalia

killed over the incident.

This was followed by an apology in which the Pope said he was "deeply sorry" about the angry repercussions of his comments, adding that the quotation was not an expression of his personal views.

The Pope's statement is being taken by Muslims as part of a continuity of Islamophobic statements made by high profile Christians like Franklin Graham, who has described Islam as a "very evil and wicked religion".

Although some mainstream churches opposed Graham's statement, most adopted a silent or neutral stance towards such false, anti-Islamic propaganda.

US President George Bush's use of the term "Islamic Fascism" in the current "war against terrorism," in addition to the ongoing war against Iraq continue to confirm the Muslim perception that the war is turning against them, despite President Bush's assurances to the contrary. First came the reference to the war as a "crusade," then the bombings of

Afghanistan

and

Iraq

, which killed more than 100,000 civilians. All of this added to

America

's existing image as a one-sided in reference to the Israeli occupation of

Palestine

.

In the

US

, Muslims are living in a virtual internment camp under a regime of fear. About a half a million Muslim Americans have been directly affected by the government policies although not a single Muslim American have been successfully convicted of terrorism so far. Four major charities in the

US

have been banned without due process of law. Muslims who gave millions of dollars to these charities to fulfill the third pillar of Islam,
Zakat, in the month of Ramadan, lost all that money. The abuse of individual freedom, the media's ridicule of Islam and mockery of Muslim beliefs have led to such lawlessness in dealing with Muslims that one Jewish attorney of a Muslim client commented that, "Muslims have become the new Ni...rs of America."

Terrorism is a real threat. It must be dealt with in a proper and fair manner. If we could wait to try Timothy McVeigh with the due course of law, why not let these individuals and their organizations know what the charges are against them and allow them to defend themselves. It seems that a Christian terrorist has civil rights but a Muslim terrorist has none, although terrorists do not represent their faith. Otherwise they would not do things like this.

There have been several positive actions taken by our neighbors since September 11. A number of churches and their leaders have come forward in interfaith gatherings to show support and sympathy for the Muslims of America. The late Pope issued a call to Catholics worldwide to fast on the last Friday of Ramadan of 2002 in solidarity with Muslims. Some non-Muslim women have donned headscarves as a way of expressing sympathy for Muslim women too afraid to cover themselves in the backlash that followed the September 11 attacks.

More recently, a number of mainstream Christian groups have been at the forefront of the peace movement that opposed the war on

Iraq

, as well as the country's occupation by

America

. This is a very positive step forward, considering that churches did not oppose the Vietnam War until 10 years after it began, nor did Christian groups oppose the internment of Japanese-Americans during World War II, except for the Quakers.

In addition, amongst Christian groups, there has been a split in terms of war on

Iraq

. While most groups oppose the war, the more right-wing groups, like the evangelicals support it.

And so the cycle of positive and negative relations between Muslims and Christians continues. Muslims and Christians must continue to work together for peace and justice for all people. Muslims and Christians in

America

, especially, are in a unique position to do this and can serve as an example of peaceful coexistence of minorities the world over.

I'm sooo depressed!...

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind."-- Mahatma Gandhi..

I dunno what had gotten into my mind for writing that quote..well, maybe i just love the ideas of uncle Mahatma..hehe!But honestly, i dunno what to feel tonight...

Im really confused these past few days...no matter how hard i tried to forget him, i simply just can't. I hate to admit but i guess, i'm still in love with him..

I don't know..really do not know..

A letter...

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense.  That’s what it was for me.  I didn’t plan on falling in love w/ you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love w/ me.  But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us.  We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created.  For me, love like that has happened only once, that’s why every moment we spent together has been seared in my memory.  I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

            The reason it hurts to separate is because our souls are connected.  Maybe they always have been and will be.  Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and each of them we’ve found each other.  And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons.  That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.

            

When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived.  And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you.  Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.  And then, for a reason neither of us understand, we’ve been forced to say goodbye.

            

You and I were different.  We came from different worlds, and yet you were the one who taught me the value of love.  You showed me what it was like to care for another, and I am a better man because of it.  I would love to tell you that everything will work out of us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does.  But if we never meet again and this is truly goodbye, I know we will see each other again in another life.  We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we’ve had before.

            

I am not bitter of what has happened.  On the contrary, I am secure in knowing that what we had was real, and I am happy we were able to come together for even a short period of time.  And if, in some distant place in the future, we see each other in our new lives, I will smile at you with joy, and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love.  And maybe, for a brief moment, you’ll feel it too, and you’ll smile back, and savor the memories we will always share together.

            I love you…

From the most beautiful letter I have ever read……