The Mayonaise Jar

(it's just so sweet and meaningful.. i love it. thanks for giving me the chance to read itGAT. lololove you!)

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,

When 24 hours in a day is not enough;

Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class

And had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly,

He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar

And start to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured

It into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.

The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again

If the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand

And poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded

With an unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table

And poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively

Filling the empty space between the sand.

The students laughed.

'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,

'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - God, family,

Children, health, friends, and favorite passions

Things that if everything else was lost

And only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else --

The small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued,

'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,

You will never have room for the things that are

Important to you.

So...

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Play with your children.

Take time to get medical checkups.

Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time

To clean the house and fix the dripping tap.

'Take care of the golf balls first --

The things that really matter.

Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'

One of the students raised her hand

And inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.

'I'm glad you asked'.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,

there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee (or tea) with a FRIEND.'

Hi I am ME :D :D :D LOL!

You can call me whichever way u choose: Rici,Recel den2x or just plain Recelden.

You can even call or name me names if you want, I don’t really care.

I have shallow happiness but I’m deep in perceiving things.

I am ♥ affectionate. ♥ oh yeah! But I don’t really express entirely of what I really feel.

I have the tendency to become very secretive if it talks about feelings & emotions.

I am actually a private person. Shar!

I am vulnerable on things I treasure the most. I believe that the things u really love would hurt u more than the things u hate.

I’m a crybaby. I cry even to small things from movies to cartoon shows to pretty everything.

I care too much…though I often act I don’t. Hehe! I honestly don’t show up feelings too easy.

I love my family. I love my friends. But most of all I love God! YFC rules! :D

Hope to know you more! Have a great day. :D


SMILE :D

Headache of the Past

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feels like I’ve been drinking a lot the past few months. I suffer like I’m drunk with nostalgia - I fear this might get worst. It feels like Ibecame dizzy of what’s real around me and faint into wild kind of dreams – dreams of what has been already recorded in the piece of my history. I was being awful and there’s nothing I could do…I can’t help it.

I always think of moments…moments that shouldn’t be bothered from its sleeping dome. Remembering those just brought me to depression and anxiety. It could never be back again. It’s the saddest thing. My head get pained when I think about it. It’s somewhat upsetting. I guess this is it…I still suffer the headache of the past. And to think that the past can never be the present nor the future is absolutely maddening me. Oh well, that’s what you get in life.

May God bless me…

just regrets.

Mkat

wa ko…kadrama sa life oi. Hahaha! LOL )

It was just the ordinary nights for me…on my own and no one to talk to but myself. It was just the usual. And these are the times when I get to remember things, people, and some incidents in the past that I’ve come across. Life gets so regretful when longing turns up to you especially when all you can do with it is just to put them in your mind and only reminisce that you wish to make it all happen all over again.

At times like these, I tend to become so nostalgic and wish that the past could become the present. It is a miserable feeling to regret some things that happened in your life. To wish you should’ve said the right words or do the right things was honestly tormenting. And knowing that the sad truth is…there is nothing you can do with it…not this time…that it’s all over and ended. Have I just wish I could just turn back the memories and relive all those moments that happened in my life? Oh yes…It is funny to think that I long to bring those moments back, because I believe I wasn’t able to do what I really wanted…and if it could happen, I would not act stupidly or maybe…and maybe I would do the things I should’ve done.

Why have I tend to become like this? Maybe because I’m alone and boredom gets me so sentimental. And maybe it’s because I am awfully regretting the memories I’ve had with the “people” I used to be with. If I’ve just acted the way I should be at that moment, could it be that things would not swiftly end just like that? If I’ve just said the right words, could it be that he won’t move away from me? If I’ve just didn’t let him to let go, could it be that we are still together right now? *sigh* Regrets…distress…sadness. Stupid, isn’t it? Why haven’t I been so conscious about my actions then? If I would know I’ll bear this sickening feeling of lost, maybe I wouldn’t let pride get in between the two of us. I’m missing him and it tears me up inside. I know I should’ve moved on right now (and I’ve really moved on) but it’s so unavoidable to think that if I wouldn’t let those happen in the past, if I didn’t let it to happen…I am just thinking, maybe I am not as lonely as I am right now.

My loneliness gets me to think that if I’d just taken things seriously; I wouldn’t be acting like this. I wouldn’t be regretting all the things I’ve done. Have I made a big mistake? Probably, yes. But on the other side, it makes me think that if those things didn’t happen, maybe I wouldn’t exactly know how important he is to me. I guess that’s how life works. You wouldn’t know the value of something unless it has been taken away from you. I know how hard it is to accept that it was just too late to realize what’s my mistakes are. But then it makes me to get into a position wherein I grow and finally understand the lessons that life has brought up for me. Harsh? Yes, definitely. It’s honestly excruciating. Yet, I was cleared that I’ve done wrong and I should now be aware with how my decisions would affect the people around me and my future.

Everything comes and everything goes…all you should do is to cherish what you have and value the presence of another. That’s what I’ve taken for granted and forgot in the past. I wasn’t able to show what my feelings are and let them know how I love and appreciate their company. Perhaps, I ignored their worth while they are present or I feared I’d be neglected and ignored if I’d show them what I really feel. Then again, regrets make you know your mistakes. Yes, I was stupid for a while. But something struck me that made me recognize that the present is not for agonizing the past but rather to feel relief that you’ve taken your lessons again and simply to do things right from now on.

I realized life is indeed a long journey, everything happens for a reason, and everything comes in purpose. If ever you’ve been down again, get up…because there are a lot of things to do that to regret. From my past, I’ve learned to let go with what I usually hang on and believe to stay. I’ve moved on from the feeling of lost and being left. I have passed all the trials inside me and now ready for another one. I have now come through my new self…more conscious and aware…more sensible and caring…, and remained loving (way mupalag! LOL!). I have become more aware of things and I’ve grown mature from the past experiences that I’ve had. It’s relieving that you’ve come across that long and now you’ve become a better person – stronger and wise. Mistakes can be along the way and if somehow you bump into it accidentally…learn to accept it and leave it as a lesson to take as you live life.

Living life the mature way is undeniably hard…and its takes great effort to be grown-up emotionally. Regrets are typical to human. I’m learning to get pass regretting and become conscious with what I do. It is not easy though. But with the help of my friends and as well as myself, I’m coming to get through it and continue living life. It is just a matter of perception…just be strong.

The Ghost of the Lost Love

I just want to share the best poem ever written from my sister…hehehe! One of the finest…one of my favorites…Enjoy!

A haunting love…a tragic tale…a painful story…
For the lovesick and longing…for the in pained and aggravated…

The Ghost of the Lost Love

Minutes passed away unexpectedly,
As unexpectedly as how you abandoned me…
Leaving me with your darkened sanity
And with this forever deathful reality,
That had made all my senses lame.
My obsession to your face had put me in chains.
Our haunting memories maiming my brain,
Had become nightmares drowning me in vain.

Bottles of wine might help moisten my spirits drought,
Might replace the thirteen thousand tears I’ve burst out…
And might feed the scantiness in me when you’re lost,
But I’m still the driest river losing its worth.
While my faint lips are like the hungriest dessert
And you’re the only rain of life that sacrifices my thirst.

Tonight, may the glittering stars of the night be yours
And let the saddest nocturne be played as my soul mourns.
And as you sing love songs to the one who broke our worlds,
Let this sorrowful moment lead me to my own corpse.
Minutes passed away unexpectedly,
As unexpectedly as how you abandoned me.
Now you’re forever gone so far away,
Yet you remained here; toxifying, stupefying my entity.

perhaps and perhaps…

What would you do if one night you would ask by your ex this: are you still in love with me? Would you dare answer it yes? Or would you probably say no?

I was then in a band concert when he asked me. That night was not in the mood for heavy thinking so I wasn’t able to answer it clearly when my ex-boyfriend asked me that question. I was probably surprised by the subject that he brought up and I didn’t seem aware of his intention of asking me such. Perhaps, he just struck out a question without thinking about it or maybe he really just wanted to know how stupid I am or was for him. I had to leave it hanging right there…I didn’t answer the question. I can’t seem to get the point of answering it or him asking me. I can’t also clearly make up my mind then if what is really my answer to that stupid question. Whoa!

_Well, just to get things straight…before he thinks of anything stupid…I’ll answer it here. If you can read this: I…am…no…longer…in…love…with…you! I have happily moved on from the hell of relationship that we had and I am happy now. Though at times, my mind crosses to think of you but it surely doesn’t mean anything. I just miss you sometimes and I guess that’s not bad enough. We were once part of each other and every now and then I think about the company we had together.

If I would think right now of how was our relationship then, I can say it was a haze of emotion and a vague of communication. I was not really happy of the doubts and fears that I’ve had but I did love you - though it didn’t show but I am sure with that. Seriously, I didn’t really know how much love I had for you that time not after we ended it up. There were regrets but I have already let go of the memories we had when were together… I have let go of you. I admit it was not easy (cge katawa pa!) but I have already done it and I am certain to that. (bleh! xp)

I still care and I am not closing my doors for any kind of friendship…, and at the moment…we’re better off as friends. Time heals all wounds they say, but it doesn’t if you don’t let yourself to be cured. And with open arms, I’ve let time heal the wounds inside me and I don’t carry any burden in me now. God is so good…He is to you too. There’s nothing more I can say but to wish the both of us happiness in all the things we do. Just go on with the wish of luck from me…and always take care because I always do. (kalood! LOL!) And see you when I see you again. Amping! (Mwuah! Mwuah!Tsup! Tsup!)

P.S.
Don’t let me answer again in pronto questions; you won’t always get a serious and clear answer from me. I tend to get mysterious sometimes. (LOL! Igit!)

Mark tonight: it's not that good :(

Mitit Adlawan

I had a bad start of the evening. My mother called and wanted me

to go home (in our province) tomorrow since it’s holiday. I felt bad because I know what they really want. They want me to get away from WHAT THEY THINK I AM DOING WHICH I REALLY DON’T. And if I do? So? They just don’t trust me. Haaay.. di naman unta ko twelve years old oi.. mg21 nako.. anaon pa japon ko nila. I respect their concern but from the way they show it, it seems I don’t have the right to do what I want. It’s so disappointing and very much frustrating. For them, I’m still not that responsible. Mkhilak T_T.. I’m sad. and I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m trying to be good but it just doesn’t make sense. I’m hoping and praying for the trust i deserve.