WiSh I had KNOWN!

pp and alan shaddup...

2008-11-04T00:00:00.001-08:00

ITS still ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Im sorry havent been updating that regularly...

but do please go to my regular one...

more updates there.

http://afikko.livejournal.com

some love quotes...

2008-09-13T10:36:00.000-07:00

"He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her."-Anonymous

"You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip."-Jonathan Carroll

"A man is already halfway in love with a woman who listens to him."-Brendan Francis

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."Kahlil Gibran

Friendships: The laws of attraction

2008-08-30T20:42:00.000-07:00

The conventional wisdom is that we choose friends because of who they are. But it turns out that we actually love them because of the way they support who we are.

My best friend, Olivia, and I met in a fiction-writing class many years ago. We bonded in an instant during the discussion of one poor soul's incomprehensible story involving a woman who'd undergone surgery and was described delicately as having lost "that which made her a woman." Suddenly, out of my mouth sprang my impersonation of Monty Python's Eric Idle, "Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean?" Every other student in the room looked at me as if I'd lost my mind, but Olivia snorted with laughter. Thus, a friendship was born.

When people are asked, "What gives meaning to your life?" friendship figures at the top of the list. Yet the dynamics of friendship have remained mysterious and unquantifiable. Like romantic love, friendships were thought to "just happen." New research shows that the dance of friendship is nuanced—far more complex than commonly thought. With intriguing accuracy, sociologists and psychologists have delineated the forces that attract and bind friends to each other, beginning with the transition from acquaintanceship to friendship. They've traced the patterns of intimacy that emerge between friends and deduced the once ineffable "something" that elevates a friend to the vaunted status of "best." These interactions are minute but profound; they are the dark matter of friendship.

Entering The Friendship Zone

Years ago researchers conducted a study in which they followed the friendships in a single two-story apartment building. People tended to be friends with the neighbors on their respective floors, although those on the ground floor near the mailboxes and the stairway had friends on both floors. Friendship was least likely between someone on the first floor and someone on the second. As the study suggests, friends are often those who cross paths with regularity; our friends tend to be coworkers, classmates, and people we run into at the gym.
It's no surprise that bonds form between those who interact. Yet the process is more complex: Why do we wind up chatting with one person in our yoga class and not another? The answer might seem self-evident—our friend-in-the-making likes to garden, as do we, or shares our passion for NASCAR or Tex-Mex cooking. She laughs at our jokes, and we laugh at hers. In short, we have things in common.

But there's more: Self-disclosure characterizes the moment when a pair leaves the realm of buddyhood for the rarefied zone of true friendship. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" may well be the very words you say to someone who is about to become a friend.

"The transition from acquaintanceship to friendship is typically characterized by an increase in both the breadth and depth of self-disclosure," asserts University of Winnipeg sociologist Beverley Fehr, author of Friendship Processes. "In the early stages of friendship, this tends to be a gradual, reciprocal process. One person takes the risk of disclosing personal information and then 'tests' whether the other reciprocates."

Reciprocity is key. Years ago, fresh out of film school, I landed my first job, at a literary agency. I became what I thought was friends with another assistant, who worked, as I did, for an infamously bad-tempered agent. We ate lunch together almost every day.

Our camaraderie was fierce, like that of soldiers during wartime. Then she found a new job working for a publicist down the street. We still met for lunch once a week. In lieu of complaining about our bosses, I told her about my concerns that I wasn't ready to move in with my boyfriend. She listened politely, but she never divulged anything personal about her own life. Eventually our lunches petered out to once a month, before she drifted out of my life for good. I was eager to tell her my problems, but she wasn't eager to tell me hers. The necessary reciprocity was missing, so our acquaintanceship never tipped over into friendship.

by KAren Karbo

Psychology Today magazine.

ANGELS..

2008-08-21T17:08:00.000-07:00

Life is a journey,
a journey that takes us down many roads.

Some good and some not so good.

But as we travel we learn,grow, and meet
people that make those journeys all worth the travel.

Those kind of people in a way are like
Angels.

With them we find comfort in the arms of our

Angels.

Friends come and go,

and from each one we learn more about our selves.

We see our weakness are strengths
from the eyes of another.

But the ones that stay and inprint our hearts are the ones we keep close and safe within,
like an Angel.

And there we find comfort in the arms of our
Angels.

- Tara L. Olson

I Miss You

2008-08-14T17:52:00.000-07:00

I count the hours,

I count the days.

How much I miss you,

I count the ways.

I miss your voice,

I miss your touch.

And I miss the face,

That I love so much.

How to describe it,

There is no way.

I walk around,

In a permanent daze.

I long to feel,

Your warm embrace.

And to see a smile,

Upon your face.

I will not sleep,

Won't close one eye.

Until you're home,

Safe and alive.

While you're overseas,

And I'm safe at home.

I think of you out there,

In danger and alone.

This is the life you've chosen,

And I can't change your mind.

You've found your inner bravery,

And now I must find mine.

I miss you so much,

To the moon and the stars.

And this feeling will go on,

Until you're safe in my arms.

author: unknown

11.08.08

2008-08-11T00:01:00.000-07:00

When I see your smile,

Tears roll down my face.I can't replace.

And now that I'm stronger, I have figured out,

How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul.

And I know I'll find deep inside me, I can be the one.

I will never let you fall.

I'll stand up with you forever.

I'll be there for you through it all. Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

It's okay.

Seasons are changing, And waves are crashing,

And stars are falling all for us.

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter, I can show you

I'll be the one I will never let you fall.

I'll stand up with you forever.I'll be there for you through it all.

Cause you're my, you're my, my , My true love, my whole heart.

Please don't throw that away.

'Cause I'm here for you!

Please don't walk away and,

Please tell me you'll stay here! Stay!

Use me as you will!

Pull my strings just for a thrill! And I know I'll be okay, Though my skies are turning grey!

I will never let you fall!

I'll stand up with you forever!

I'll be there for you through it all, Even if saving you sends me to heaven!

I will never let you fall!

I'll stand up with you forever! I'll be there for you through it all,

Even if saving you sends me to heaven!

2008-08-09T12:32:00.000-07:00

Even though we are not together

I care about you more than ever

When we talk I feel so close to you

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I have almost forgotten what happened

I was hurting in every part of me

I was sad knowing this is how it came to be

But now I am happy that you are there for me

I gave you my tears

I gave you my heart

You made me happy

Right from the start

When I write this now

I start to think

How happy you make me

For you and only you I must thank

Neither here nor there..

2008-08-09T12:26:00.000-07:00

What is this feeling I have?

I seem to love you

But other times I seem to loathe youI can't be without you

Or maybe just without anyone

I think about you all the time

But why do I have this feeling?

I long for your voice

And I would die to hear your laugh

But is this love

Or merely lust?

by Gary R. Hess

Once Upon a time in China

2008-08-02T17:32:00.000-07:00

Some really cool pics I found on STOMP...

But the captions are not written by me. Its quite corny. =)

Heart Warmers..

2008-07-29T22:28:00.003-07:00

A sad Story.. =(

2008-07-29T19:18:00.000-07:00

From Wee Wee's blog..
Reading it reminds me of this saying for my platoon.

For brothers in arms,
Friends for life,
Semper Fi (Always Faithful),
Do or die..
Gung Ho Gung Ho Gung Ho!!

The frost settled on the window, as she sat in her armchair in front of the fire. The gentle crackle of the flaking wood calmed her nerves, and allowed her to keep her fingers steady enough to complete the finishing touches of the bear. The needle flew in and out of the soft saffron fabric she had chosen for the little toy, the shape of a red heart slowly emerging from the fibres as she stitched. 'He would have to leave soon,' she reminded myself.

'Should I wake the children?' She glanced across at the clock; four-thirty. She dithered over her dilemma.

'They should really say goodbye. Would it be too upsetting? Would it be easier to tell them that "Daddy’s gone on holiday?" rather than tell them that he’d gone to fight? Should a mother always tell her children the truth? Or would they be too young to understand?'

"Ow" she cried, withdrawing the shiny needle from her thumb. A pinprick of blood trickled out of the wound, leaving her thumb sore and dull. She completed the final loving stitch and stabbed the needle back into her pincushion. She checked the pot of porridge steaming on the hob, set a bowl and spoon out on the kitchen table. A clatter on the stairs announced Timothy’s arrival. He looked so solemn, walking across the room in his uniform, his backpack bulging with anything that connected him to his life at home. In silence they gazed at each other. Part of her wanted to rush to him and hug him and never let go, but another part knew he would never rest until he had served his country. He would not be content to sit at home, waiting for the attack to come. He had always been the one to want to change the world, not watch and wait for the world to change him.

"Porridge, dear?" she asked, trying to save her own pain, and lighten the atmosphere of the dull kitchen. The oil lamp flickered reassuringly, as she gestured to the bubbling pot on the stove. He shook his head.

"Sorry, love. I don’t think there’s time. My train leaves soon." He smiled, despite his pallid complexion, and this warmed her heart. The dark shadows danced around them, as they stood in the silence, drowned in their own sorrow.

"I looked in on Matthew, he was sound asleep. Thought its best not to wake him" she nodded, searching for something to say.

Suddenly she remembered the little bear she’d left in the armchair. She rushed over, picked it up and thrust it into his burly hands. "To remember us by." she stuttered. "Me, and Matthew and little baby here." she rubbed her bulging stomach as he smiled wanly, a tear forming in his eye. His own hand joined hers, and stroked her abdomen like there was nothing more beautiful in the world.

"Look after her for me" he grinned.

"You sure it’s a her?"

"Oh, definitely" he chuckled. "We’ve got my Mr Muscles upstairs, so now we’re going to have your little sunshine!"

She laughed through her own tears, and then suddenly threw her arms around his neck. He hugged her tighter, and she prayed he’d never let go, that he’d always be there to hold her and keep her safe. The bear was dropped to the floor as his arms melted into her skin, and his lips caressed her cheek and her lips. Finally he whispered, "I’ve got to go now." He drew back, smiling, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. He picked up the little golden bear, and made it wave goodbye, the final one. She smiled again, as he pecked her on the cheek. "I love you", he murmured. He walked across to the door, still clutching the little bear. As the door opened and he sidestepped through it, she called out, "Come back soon."

"I will," he promised. And then he was gone...

Winter Moonlight

2008-07-29T09:07:00.000-07:00

The snow, so peaceful and serene,

caressed by the soft moonlight,

gave magical feelings to the night.

The soft blue glow,the lovers' words that then did flow,

their lips closer and closer until,

locked in the throesof a passionate embrace,

he decided to express his feelings,to keep her safe.

He whispered softly,

his words like music to her ears,

"I Love You,"

and her response the same,

heard like the gentle breeze,

"And I, love you, forever."

That was the night they promised

to be together through everything,

each to care for the other when old and gray

A lovers' pact the most likely to last.

- Krista J. Mikula -

So what is love??

2008-07-29T08:56:00.000-07:00

There is only one happiness in life,to love and be loved.- George Sand -

Love, like a river, will cut a new pathwhenever it meets an obstacle.- Crystal Middlemas -

You know you are in lovewhen you see the world in her eyes,and her eyes everywhere in the world.- David Levesque -

Love is strong yet delicate.It can be broken.To truly love is to understand this.To be in love is to respect this.- Stephen Packer -

I agree..

Shadows of my mind

2008-07-28T21:25:00.001-07:00

Shadows in my mind
by LuciDreamer

Emptiness and chaos is all I found.
When I walked the corridors of my mind.
I looked for a way out.
Blackness is all I saw.
Alone in fear.
Does anyone care?
Walls of solitude.
Bound me in chains.
There’s no door or window.
To escape.
I yell…I scream.
No one comes.
I’m destine to live.
To dwell.
In the shadows.
Of my mind.