Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course,perfect.
One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress.
Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys.
Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident.
Question: Who was the survivor?
Answer: The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man.
**** Women stop reading here, that is the end of the joke.
**** Men keep scrolling.
So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.
**** Men Keep scrolling
By the way, if you're a woman and you're still reading, this illustrates another point: Women never listen!
The perfect man... ahh Is there such a thing? I don't think so
We all have our charms... and flaws We look everywhere and everytime To find the perfect one Who will make things right But less time looking for the right one Who will make things perfect...for us anyway
You may know who's right for you But life's full of surprises Things don't always go your way
Most often, you feel disappointed But life's like that There ain't much you can do to change things Let alone change people
What you can do is be the best for the person you love And that person will try to be the best for you In this game of love
What we have is the here and now And right here and right now, You're the one for me And I wanna spend this moment with you
A moment like this... Some people wait a lifetime Some people search forever
Search no more Happiness is no mystery It's here and now It's you and me
Well in the beginning there was light. Then came man. Now the question arises why not a woman? Perhaps there is no easy answer to this. There can only be attempts to answer this question, but no final claim for a perfect understanding. I guess we can address this question at an opportune time. What is interesting to note is that man was not happy in the garden God had made for him. Although he had everything he could ask for , something was missing. Therein lies the greatest mystery of all times. Can man never be happy all by himself, keeping himself busy in the daily rituals of life? Why does he need a partner? If at all he needs a companion , why does it have to be a woman? As the bible says, woman was created out of man and for man. Perhaps God did not want to give away the position he had set for man by creating an equal competitor or a contender. Hence he created woman! Now i know feminists would never agree with me on these fine points, i guess arguing with them would be besides the point.
So if woman was created for man and out of man why is it so that men find themselves absolutely helpless at the hands of these heavenly beings? Somewhere something is missing. Perhaps in it lies the mystery of the growth of humankind. This all requires a deep introspection into the dynamics of a man -woman relationship. Perhaps we can find a clue!
Many of us are wishing, praying, hoping and dreaming of having someone by our side.
Naghihintay na may ihulog ang langit para sa atin.? We would even try reading books about love and how to win it. Tapos kapag may nakita, we would do anything just to make the person feel that he/she is loved. We sometimes sacrifice our own happiness just to be with the person we love. In the process, we all get hurt. Tapos we would give-up thinking na love was never for us.
The misconception of humans about love and relationship is that having someone with us will make us complete. But the fact is "Love is extending one's self to another." It means that before we enter a relationship, we should already be COMPLETE.
Otherwise, if we think that having someone will make us complete, it's not a relationship. It's dependence and it may not work out. When you are happy about yourself and you learn to love yourself, you may probably need not a partner (to a certain extent).
Right now, I'm trying to love myself more and to accept completeness. What happens next will be another story.
But for some who may be losing hope, this affirmation may help...COMPLETE
Just because no one has been fortunate enough to realize what a goldmine you are, doesn't mean you shine any less.
Just because no one has been smart enough to figure out that you can't be topped, doesn't stop you from being the best.
Just because no one has come along to share your life, doesn't mean that day isn't coming.
Just because no one has made this race worthwhile, doesn't give you permission to stop running.
Just because no one has realized how much of a man/woman you are, doesn't mean they can effect your masculinity/femininity.
Just because no one has come to take the loneliness away, doesn't mean you have to settle for a lower quality.
Just because no one has shown up who can love you on your level, doesn't mean you have to sink to theirs.
Just because you deserve the very best there is, doesn't mean that life is always fair.
Just because God is still preparing your king/queen, doesn't mean that you're not already a queen/king.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
I want to trip inside your head Spend the day there… To hear the things you haven’t said And see what you might see
I want to hear you when you call Do you feel anything at all? I want to see your thoughts take shape And walk right out
Freedom has a scent Like the top of a new born baby’s head
The songs are in your eyes I see them when you smile I’ve had enough I’m not giving up On a miracle drug
Of science and the human heart There is no limit There is no failure here sweetheart Just when you quit…
I am you and you are mine Love makes no sense of space And time… will disappear Love and logic keep us clear Reason is on our side, love…
The songs are in your eyes I see them when you smile I’ve had enough of romantic love I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug
God I need your help tonight
Beneath the noise Below the din I hear your voice It’s whispering In science and in medicine "I was a stranger You took me in”
The songs are in your eyes I see them when you smile I’ve had enough of romantic love I’d give it up, yeah, I’d give it up For a miracle, miracle drug
And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.
Yes... the sun is up... I can now see glimmers of her shiny golden face...
It's warming my cold heart a bit...
The effects of the sun to a manic depressive me works even far better than Fluoxetine HCL...
The tempest that started wrecking havoc to my life last friday has finally dissipated. I pray to the mighty god Wóden that a storm gust as treacherous as that would not cross my path again...
The cloud of gloom has been dispelled... thank the gods...
Outils 
