July 09, 2006

I Have Move...

Category: My Last Post @ Friendster


Hey there, finally I have finish with my new wordpress layout. Well, I was actually very excite with it! Well, do visit me or bookmark me @ eeleen.com

Yeah, I just wanted to wish you all with many "Thank You" for visiting me, sharing your thoughts & opinion, most of all I'm very glad to know you all.

~TheAngel~
@ My LIFE Story

June 28, 2006

Viagra Coffee

This elderly lady went to the doctor for a check-up. Everything checked out fine.

The old lady pulled the doctor to the side and said, "Doctor, I haven't had sex for years now and I was wondering how I can increase my husband's sex drive."

The doctor smiled and said, "Have you tried to give him Viagra?"

The lady frowned. "Doctor, I can't even get him to take aspirin when he has a headache," she claimed.

"Well," the doctor continued, "Let me suggest something. Crush the Viagra into a powder. When you are giving him coffee, stir it into the coffee and serve it. He won't notice a thing."

The old lady was delighted. She left the doctor's office quickly.

Weeks later the old lady returned. She was frowning and the doctor asked her what was wrong. She shook her head.

"How did it go?" the doctor asked.

"Terrible, doctor, terrible."

"Did it not work?"

"Yes," the old lady said, "It worked. I did as you said and he got up and ripped his clothes off right then and there and we made mad love on the table. It was the best sex that I'd had in 25 years."

"Then what is the problem, ma'am?"

"Well," she said. "I can't ever show my face in McDonald's again."

June 26, 2006

It's Just Me

Category: Life Itself



Hello, it’s just me again, writing away, saying "Hi". I’ve been kinda-busy at work and it’s totally draining me. However, I did manage to have a good weekend. Saturday, I didn’t do much. I don’t think and I went out for breakfast, which was a refreshing change, eating breakfast is great. I should do it more often, because it’s the most important meal of the day you know…

Well, it’s not that I have nothing to do in the weekend, I have plenty of things to do. Lots of design to be done, a whole infomation to be explored, I could read, I could listen music, I could cook, I could even clean up the house. Oh my god...Cleaning? It’s not that I don’t have anything to do, it’s just that I don’t have anything that I feel wanted to do. Does that make sense?

How's your weekend?...

June 18, 2006

My Dad...

Categories: Wishes

When I was four years old, my daddy can do anything. Five years old, my daddy knows a whole lot. Six years old, my dad is smarter than your dad.

While I'm eight years old, my dad doesn't know exactly everything. Come to ten years old, in the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.

Twelve years old, oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood. When it's fourteen years old, I don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned. Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date.


Twenty-five years old, Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long. Thirty years old,maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience. Thirty-five years old I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.

Forty years old, I wonder how Dad would have handled it.
He was so wise. Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.

Happy Father's Day Dad!
  • How's your celebration...

June 16, 2006

I'm Back

Categories: Life Itself

"I found myself sitting curled up in the bed, following every movement seen through the curtains in my lit-up window. I knew my hope was there, and the knowledge caused me excruciating pain. It was a cold night, and once in a while it would drizzle.


I said to myself: "I know I am a sane, well-adjusted, responsible adult. What in the world is happening to me? Have I totally lost my mind?" And yet, I continued sitting in for hours. A force larger than myself held me hypnotized to the light. I have never in my life felt so close to madness."

      

"Although I knew that it was over, I still had very strong feeling towards things. I knew that I looked like a bag lady; my nose was red from a cold, my hair was unwashed and greasy. I think I simply went mad and started crying uncontrollably. I've never cried like that in my life. I felt I was going out of my mind."

            

"I tried everything in an attempt to gain some control over it, but nothing works. I don't think I can live with this pain much longer." Even when people who experience extreme jealousy have enough self control not to resort to actual acts of violence, they often fantasize about it. These fantasies have a way of calming me down, even if I know I will never carry them out."

"I'm sick of this. I can't stand myself anymore. When am I going to be happy?" It's not an uncommon question in therapy, yet aspirations for happiness can sound naive or even trivial.

How could me asking for happiness, I thought to myself. Didn't I say that best one could expect was a return to "common unhappiness?" Yet my yearning was heartfelt. How could I possibly address it without being misleading?


"I'm not crazy!"       What should I do?
Be myself. People generally are smart enough to deal with me on the basis of observed behavior and to form ongoing opinions based on that. I need not specify whom or what. Under no circumstances should I say negative things about Mr. Manic.

Keep my head above the din and people will respect me for having grace under pressure. Remember that just because someone is a jerk to me does not require me to be a jerk in return.



  • And yeah I'm back for blogging again. Thanks everyone for all your messages while I'm away

June 10, 2006

My Little Hope...

My Little Hope...
                               
Hope is horrible in part because it cuts me off from my future or, more precisely, my sense of the future. The bleakness of the present is so oppressive just because I can't imagine an alternative for tomorrow.
I personally know how depressing life can feel without a sense of brightness up ahead. It's something I struggle with occasionally as I continue to reorganize my life after loss and seek the kind of companionship with which I can ride happily into the proverbial sunset.

But in some ways I'm unlucky. Not knowing what's ahead, or not believing I deserve or can create a better future, leads to a sense of fear and feelings of stress. It drains energy and motivation.

Since small I have been taught that I'm powerless, that the future is just going to happen on its own. That can give rise to enormous amounts of anxiety, dread and anger, and frequently leads to the brand of hopelessness widely known as depression.

In reality, people can create the future they want. I sees my life work as restoring to people an ongoing, passionate connection to their dreams for the future.

Having a sustained vision of a successful future allows one to carve lots of mental paths to it, to actually live one's way into it, step by step.

I can achieve what I want in life only if I have a clear vision of where I headed. The reason most people aren't moving forward is that they don't even know where they are going.

If they are going anywhere, it's towards whatever they got programmed for, which is essentially whatever their parents envisioned for them; they are not even living their own life.

Successful people dare to aim for the moon, believing anything is possible, while most people are taught to settle. But that is the antithesis of the human spirit.

Still, whole schools of thought are dedicated to the idea that happiness comes from lowering expectations and settling for what's at hand. That is more accurately the path to depression.

There are many people in unsatisfying and even destructive relationships who are trying to convince themselves or their partners are trying to convince them that what they have is good enough.




Having a complete vision of the future gives me a constant source of hope and motivation. But, of course, the command to envision my future is far too global to be of help. It's likely to induce a brain freeze.

I have to break the future into very specific component domains of experience that, when totaled together, add up to my life, my physical self, my social life, my career, my financial health, my emotional life, and so on.

It is fine to want tomorrow to be good and to expect that it will     be. When this is what I mean by hope, there is no problem.

All too     often, however, people offer words of hope when I'm feeling bad to     help me accept those feelings.

In my view, I should not passively give up today. Such giving up follows from the belief that events themselves are good or bad, rather than that my views make them good or bad.

I'm waiting to live put off today in exchange for tomorrow. Work and play are states of mind. I won't learn that as long as I think I should delay gratification.

Waiting is mindless. It suggests that     there is no way to enjoy what is being done at the moment.



By the way, fellows blogger, I will be on a holiday from being blogging for some time. I hope in this period of time, everyone out there is having a great time. Wish to see your back, when I blog gain...

June 07, 2006

What is your name...

You named him what? Today's parents seem to believe they can alter their child's destiny by picking the perfect, preferably idiosyncratic name.

While a name may be a palimpsest for parental aspirations, a name also reflects high hopes for the child himself. Choosing an uncommon name is perceived as an opportunity to give your child a leg up in life, signaling to the world that he or she is different.

There are names you probably don't think about at all the equivalent of a black suit. And there are busy purple scarves of names, names that cannot be ignored, that must be reckoned with.

"People are always going to ask me why I am named EeLeen. And they are probably going to assume I am Elaine, whereas I'm not."

Whether people swoon over or even disdain my name is beyond my control. Ultimately, self-esteem and the esteem of the world dictate the degree to which I hold my name dear. Like my vocation or hometown, they tout their name as a distinguishing mark if it "fits."

If it doesn't, they might say that, like an inaccurate horoscope, I don't believe in that stuff anyway. They'll change their name, disregard it or consider it just a synonym for me.

  • What is you name...

June 06, 2006

It was exhilarating..

Categories: Life Itself

I'm not sure there's some sick complex. I wonder what I have come to expect of and why I tolerate such repeated offenses. Not to excuse my behavior, but don't I wonder what drives me to stray?

Have I ever sat down and asked what I seeks on the outside that I'm not getting on the inside? Do I have time for myself? Do I talk and listen to others? Am I kind enough to others, and supportive? Do I have fun with poeple around me?

I can't let it go because I shattered the rules I thought I'm living by, and that's a huge trauma. Forgiveness isn't one-sided; I'm willing to make amends for my transgression, and even then it's not easy. I needs to understand that it's caused me pain, and if people really cares about me, they will empathize with that pain, which will make them feel bad, too.

In our narcissistic culture of surfaces, be straightforward in our approach, speak the truth, be soft, gentle, polite, try to forget and forgive, see good in a person, if possible, try to acknowledge the good, tell clearly what you do not like, talk sensibly, listen with compassion and sensitivity, reach out, touch, accept your faults.

Admit when you’ve made a mistake, tell clearly what you want. Wait for your turn, say “sorry”, say “thank you”, be grateful, learn to respect and reciprocate small gestures of concern, kindness, compassion and humanity, children are God’s best gift to mankind.

Love them without spoiling them with too much or too little attention, learn to understand quietness, do your best to help, in being good, don’t forget, like everyone else, you too are a human being and are likely to falter.

"I learn this through my life of journey for this over 22 years, since I was born & I'm still learning. I was forced to think about things most of the time. It was     exhilarating.”

Just imagine myself on the receiving end of an approval seeker. Picture myself discussing a business deal with such a person. He uses big words, he keeps running his fingers through his hair and he isn't really listening to me. More than that he seems disingenuous; in fact, his smile looks phony too. I walk away seeing right through him, and I wonder who he truly is.

June 02, 2006

::MONEY::the root of evil

Categories: Senseless Debate

Money is power. Money gives its possessor the power to buy things such as cars, houses and land. Money also gives its owner the power to do things such as traveling everywhere, eating the most delicious food or not having to slog for a living. So, one who has money has power. For this reason, the obtaining of as much money as possible is the overriding concern of most men.
 

Money is not easily obtained by honest means. If you are a salaried worker, you are not likely to become rich even if you work like a dog until the end of your career. The fastest way to become rich is by illegal means such as stealing, robbing, swindling, trafficking in drugs or kidnapping someone for ransom. So, the excessive love of money can lead one to do evil deeds. There are many examples to support the truth of this statement.

 

There are many people who resort to stealing to get money. They may steal goods, valuables and money. They may swindle others with all sorts of get-rich-quick schemes. They may kidnap somebody and demand a very high ransom.

They may even go to the extent of murdering someone to get an inheritance or their insurance money. Such people, driven by the desire to become rich, are not in the least bothered about the suffering they may cause others. So, you can see that the love of money can be the root of all evil.

 

There have even been instances of children abandoning their aged parents just because they are unwilling to part with some money to take care of them. They have forgotten how much love, energy, money and time their parents have lavished upon them. There are stories of men who insured their wives’ lives and then murdered them just to get the insurance money.

Apart from this, there are syndicates which capture young children, break their arms and legs, let the broken bones mend badly and, after that, use these pitiful children for begging purposes. Another example is politicians who, after becoming leaders of their countries, have stolen so much of their country’s wealth that their people forever live in abject poverty. All these examples clearly show how many people are willing to stoop just because of their love of money.

 

Are you one of them?

May 30, 2006

10 Life's Simple Pleasures

Categories: Tag

  • Seeing someone smile when I make him or her a surprise treat.
  • Holding hands with my belove. Quiet time together.
  • Having a good conversation with anyone I know.
  • Completing a post in my blog journal. Completing a story of my life.
  • Practicing my cooking skill. Especially when it is a good practice.
  • Playing a game with my cousin. Just spending time together. Time with my family. Baking cookies with them.
  • Reading the novel. Even whole day.
  • Listening to classical music. Especially, baroque or classical.
  • Being creative. Anytime, anywhere...
  • Seeing God's hand in my life. Being humbled that God would even bother with someone like me and would save my soul.  Praising God for His mercy.
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