1. attitude is our greatest obstacle. as a society we suffer from extreme self-centeredness, preventing us from reaching our potential.
2. respect others' rights. as social animals, we need to live as a group together. we have the capacity to unite.
3. all religions, all traditions, promote love. forgiveness. contentment. the common message is to elevate human values.
"every human being has some moral obligation, some responsibility to better the world... to save the world.
no wonder he gets a rockstar reception wherever he goes.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Why is it...
That Forbes’ list of 10 richest people in the U.S. that 5 of them are college dropouts. Bill Gates, there’s a shocker, is #1 – and he dropped out of Harvard.
I’m beginning to think that my degree is completely overrated… *lol*
Monday, September 18, 2006
HA!
I can blog from both my mobile AND my email.
You can’t escape me.
I may just be on my way to becoming a daily blogger!
denouement.
"de‧noue‧ment [dey-noo-mahn] –noun
1. the final resolution of the intricacies of a plot, as of a drama or novel.
2. the place in the plot at which this occurs.
3. the outcome or resolution of a doubtful series of occurrences."
He finally came home yesterday - while of course, our house was exploding. And by exploding, I mean the plumbing had literally cause our master bath, master toliet, guest bath and guest toliet to EXPLODE all over the place. (another story. another time.)
Fate reared its ugly head, when I went to pick up my vmail, and heard his instead. We have the same access code, but I accidentally dialed his number. (Don't roll your eyes at me, I did. I nearly jumped his bones when he came home, so I had no suspicion at this point.) I know the girls that called him earlier in the week were our neighbors, because she had called earlier that day to tell me how much fun they had. (Not malicious, she's a sweet girl.) But what I heard was another woman's voice, telling him that his buddy got home and that to give her a call when he gets a chance - and thanks for the wonderful weekend.
I completely lost it.
I came out, guns blazing, screaming at him about the vmail. He then proceeded to tell me it was Barbie - a girl I know about - that had come on the weekend, in hopes of hooking up with his friend Mark. And that there was no way anything was going to happen with him and her, or him and any other women for that matter. Because his aunt is fiercely protective of our relationship, and because - most importantly of all - he wasn't planning to cheat on me, because he wouldn't want to hurt me. "It's not worth it," he said.
All is said and done. He realizes that was an accident - checking his vmail. He apologized for not giving me the rundown of Mark's hookup with Barbie. It didn't occur to him to mention it. we kissed, made up.
He hadn't slept well all vacation. And neither did I while he was gone. But, we finally slept well, together.
1. the final resolution of the intricacies of a plot, as of a drama or novel.
2. the place in the plot at which this occurs.
3. the outcome or resolution of a doubtful series of occurrences."
He finally came home yesterday - while of course, our house was exploding. And by exploding, I mean the plumbing had literally cause our master bath, master toliet, guest bath and guest toliet to EXPLODE all over the place. (another story. another time.)
Fate reared its ugly head, when I went to pick up my vmail, and heard his instead. We have the same access code, but I accidentally dialed his number. (Don't roll your eyes at me, I did. I nearly jumped his bones when he came home, so I had no suspicion at this point.) I know the girls that called him earlier in the week were our neighbors, because she had called earlier that day to tell me how much fun they had. (Not malicious, she's a sweet girl.) But what I heard was another woman's voice, telling him that his buddy got home and that to give her a call when he gets a chance - and thanks for the wonderful weekend.
I completely lost it.
I came out, guns blazing, screaming at him about the vmail. He then proceeded to tell me it was Barbie - a girl I know about - that had come on the weekend, in hopes of hooking up with his friend Mark. And that there was no way anything was going to happen with him and her, or him and any other women for that matter. Because his aunt is fiercely protective of our relationship, and because - most importantly of all - he wasn't planning to cheat on me, because he wouldn't want to hurt me. "It's not worth it," he said.
All is said and done. He realizes that was an accident - checking his vmail. He apologized for not giving me the rundown of Mark's hookup with Barbie. It didn't occur to him to mention it. we kissed, made up.
He hadn't slept well all vacation. And neither did I while he was gone. But, we finally slept well, together.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
put the cards on the table.
just got off the phone with him. we'd been on the phone for almost two hours.
i laid out all the cards on the table. I told him that there's too much good stuff to throw away, but the bad stuff, albeit small in quantity, is BIG. and then i told him, tearfully, i don't know if i want to do this anymore.
he cried. he put his cards on the table, too. he agrees with the good stuff/bad stuff. but started to cry when i said i didn't know about us anymore.
"i'm going to leave for a couple of days," i told him. "to think." he asked me to be there when he got home, and then to see if i still need to go. i agreed that was fair enough, and that i'm being pretty cowardly to take off when he's gone.
we'll just have to see where the day takes us.
i laid out all the cards on the table. I told him that there's too much good stuff to throw away, but the bad stuff, albeit small in quantity, is BIG. and then i told him, tearfully, i don't know if i want to do this anymore.
he cried. he put his cards on the table, too. he agrees with the good stuff/bad stuff. but started to cry when i said i didn't know about us anymore.
"i'm going to leave for a couple of days," i told him. "to think." he asked me to be there when he got home, and then to see if i still need to go. i agreed that was fair enough, and that i'm being pretty cowardly to take off when he's gone.
we'll just have to see where the day takes us.
Friday, September 15, 2006
time keeps on slippin'...
it's been a month since i've last blogged. can't believe time has flown by that fast.
i've since quit MM, and now am working for another place. Way better benefits, more money, shorter working hours - and I get to write. it's nice. been busy working on my sister's upcoming nuptials. dropped dress size since june. yey me.
but, do you ever feel like - there's always something that has to be wrong? sounds pretty elementary, I know. hear me out. it's like there's a mental checklist out there. Here are my basic needs: love, health, family, shelter, income, food. for long while it was income and health were my biggest worries. I hated my job, and my health took its toll. now that income, health, shelter, food, and family are all good. love has to go wrong.
we've been fighting for a little over a week now. he's on a boys trip to vegas. he's staying at his aunt's with a buddy. he swears he's committed. i did a girl thing and checked his voicemail. sure enough, a girl had called, left a message, asking him if they were meeting up tonight. (yes, he's got friends in vegas, but still.)
a wise woman once told me to "trust implicitly or doubt complusively."
i love him so much, but i'm not quite sure if this is what I want anymore. it's not that i don't want him. but i don't know if i want to go back to this insecure, doubtful, always wondering state.
when we started dating after he got his divorce, we were dating. not just him and I, but other people as well. but then, last year - when the holidays rolled around, we started getting serious. then we found out we were pregnant, and 6 weeks later, we miscarried. then he asked me to move in on february 16. he said that us being at a valentine's dinner at my actual place at the time made him realize that he didn't want me to come back to my house. he wanted me to make his place, my place, too. then i made him wait 3 days until i gave him my answer.
ever since i've moved in, it's been a committed relationship. but now, with him in vegas. i just don't know.
i've since quit MM, and now am working for another place. Way better benefits, more money, shorter working hours - and I get to write. it's nice. been busy working on my sister's upcoming nuptials. dropped dress size since june. yey me.
but, do you ever feel like - there's always something that has to be wrong? sounds pretty elementary, I know. hear me out. it's like there's a mental checklist out there. Here are my basic needs: love, health, family, shelter, income, food. for long while it was income and health were my biggest worries. I hated my job, and my health took its toll. now that income, health, shelter, food, and family are all good. love has to go wrong.
we've been fighting for a little over a week now. he's on a boys trip to vegas. he's staying at his aunt's with a buddy. he swears he's committed. i did a girl thing and checked his voicemail. sure enough, a girl had called, left a message, asking him if they were meeting up tonight. (yes, he's got friends in vegas, but still.)
a wise woman once told me to "trust implicitly or doubt complusively."
i love him so much, but i'm not quite sure if this is what I want anymore. it's not that i don't want him. but i don't know if i want to go back to this insecure, doubtful, always wondering state.
when we started dating after he got his divorce, we were dating. not just him and I, but other people as well. but then, last year - when the holidays rolled around, we started getting serious. then we found out we were pregnant, and 6 weeks later, we miscarried. then he asked me to move in on february 16. he said that us being at a valentine's dinner at my actual place at the time made him realize that he didn't want me to come back to my house. he wanted me to make his place, my place, too. then i made him wait 3 days until i gave him my answer.
ever since i've moved in, it's been a committed relationship. but now, with him in vegas. i just don't know.
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