Just like my parents, too
“One of the things my dad used to reiterate to us as we were growing up was this… ‘You should find a man who always sees you as the ultimate prize. In this day and age, men look for their equals and settle for the girl who fits the bill—which is fair—but as a man, it’s always better to find a girl who you feel you don’t deserve. If you choose someone who’s a notch higher than what you would expect for yourself, you’ll always fight to keep her. You wake up each morning feeling like you’re the luckiest guy in the world! That’s how it is for me and your mom’.”
“If there’s one simple thing I’d like to pick up from my parents’ marriage, it’s this—-If you love GOD first then loving each other becomes easy.”
Excerpts from Patty Laurel’s post, “30 Years of Bliss”
Nice, noh? This applies to both girls and guys.
He secretly changed his contact name in the girl’s phonebook. Cute but seems joke time
Like they know they’re smooching
(via johnnyis)
Meet me offline tonight, ‘cause a 73 x 73 thumbnail isn’t enough you. I want you in the highest resolution, in four dimensions, the only way I know how to look at something beautiful. You weren’t made for the screen you know, and neither was the broken skin where you cut yourself shaving and the almost-invisible hairs that paint the corners of your upper lip and that one crooked eyelash that bends at a 45-degree angle. Who was foolish enough to think they could squeeze everything noteworthy about you into an avatar? You’re too pretty for pixels.
The Love Story of the Robot and the Doll
Make This Season Count. Radiate love.
Take time to reflect on this version of the most popular chapter on love.
1 Corinthians 13 - Christmas version
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love, I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
I’m really trying hard not to get hurt again.
(via ilikethemclothes)
DON’T give up. It may not have worked out this time but at least you’ve sifted out one more guy from that sea of men obscuring the guy who will love you for both your lovely bits and your creepy quirks.
This is the time of the year when love and peace fill the atmosphere, when we could openly share Jesus’ love without anyone mocking. Carpe diem!
“Meet the surprising experts of true love.”
Lab lab lang, kasal agad!
I know you’re there whoever and wherever you are.
The Missionary Womb by Lorna Joannes
Teary. Let me share with you ate Lorna’s new blog post on ‘The Missionary Womb’. She and her bestfriend/husband, kuya David, are two of my few inspirations on love.
“The missionary womb is always being attacked, bec. it is constantly birthing spiritual babies!”
