Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile and finds in your presence that life is worthwhile. So when you are lonely remember it's true somebody, somewhere is thinking of you!
No matter what you do, no matter where you go, I just want you to know, I will always love you!!!!!
Love is like war.....easy to start, difficult to finish and impossible to forget.
You are everthing I never knew I was looking for.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Philippines - Vacation Part 2 - Jan. 13 - Feb. 21, 2011
Sunday, 24 July 2011
How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! and, If God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
I love thee with a passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! and, If God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
My Trip to the Philippines - Part 1 - Jan. 11 - Feb. 21, 2011
Hamilo Coast - Pico de Loro - Nasugbu Batangas
My cousin Ellen, Moi, My niece Richie and my Aunt (sister of my mom)
Marlon (my niece's Richie's hubby), my Aunt Ada, Richie and moi.
An exclusive beautiful resort situated in the mountains of Nasugbu, Batangas. Awesome beach, out of sight island views, expensive condos, restaurants, inviting swimming pools and lots more.
My cousin Ellen, Moi, My niece Richie and my Aunt (sister of my mom)
Marlon (my niece's Richie's hubby), my Aunt Ada, Richie and moi.
Love
I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sun sets.
Love is something you can't describe like the look of a rose, the smell of the rain, or the feeling of forever.
Love is like a bar of soap, once you think you have it, it slips away.
Love is something you can't describe like the look of a rose, the smell of the rain, or the feeling of forever.
Love is like a bar of soap, once you think you have it, it slips away.
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Girlie Rivera's Birthday Bash
A true friend remembers your birthday but not your age.
"Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made." -- Robert Browning.
Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends.
"A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a tatally insane world." --Lois Wyse
"Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made." -- Robert Browning.
Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends.
"A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a tatally insane world." --Lois Wyse
Monday, 11 April 2011
My Birthday - October 3, 2010
Birthday is a time filled with surprises, gifts, blessings, wishes, entertainment and joys. It is a time for assorting cakes, balloons, friends, relatives and family. This day is a very special day in every person's life and everyone enjoys moving one step ahead in life.
A true friend remembers your birthday but not your age.
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
A true friend remembers your birthday but not your age.
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
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