Vanity Speaks

A Strong Woman VS. A Woman Of Strength

2006-02-21T19:26:00.000+08:00

A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape...
but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape...

A strong woman isn't afraid of anything...
but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear...

A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her...
but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone...

A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future...
A woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be God's
blessings and capitalizes on them...

A strong woman walks sure footedly...
but a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls...

A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face...
but a woman of strength wears grace...

A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey...
but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that
she will become strong...

Author Unknown

Nice Girls Finish Last

2005-12-31T23:47:00.000+08:00

-To every girl who is looking for true love.
-To every girl that is herself no matter what.
-To every girl that dresses cute not skanky
-To every girl who wants to be called beautiful not hot.
-To every girl that will spend her whole day looking
for the perfect birthday present for you.
-To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose the ho instead.
-To every girl who is nice to everyone no matter who they are.
-To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.
-To every girl that wont settle for the jerk.
-To every girl who would just like once to be treated like a princess.
-To every girl that wont get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.
-To every girl that just wants to holds hands.
-To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
-To every girl who just wishes he cared.
-To every girl who would just once want a guy to give their jacket up when they are cold.
-To every girl who just wants him to call.
-To every girl who wastes her day waiting by the phone.
-To every girl that just wants to cuddle.
-To every girl that just wants to sleep (no sex) with him.
-To every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again because she has been hurt so many times.
-To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.
-To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one.
-To every girl that believes in her dreams.
-To every girl that would do anything so she could achieve them.
-To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually does think it is funny.
-To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.
- To every girl who knows, believes & respects the unspoken rule of girlfriends on dating Exes, flings and old flames.
-->*To every girl that gave her heart only to have it shoved back in her face.

THIS ONE IS FOR YOU.

--unknown

2005-10-16T08:41:00.000+08:00

A League of Extraordinary Women

2005-10-11T00:02:00.000+08:00

Monkey Business

2005-10-10T21:03:00.000+08:00

SLOW DANCE

2005-09-20T10:08:00.000+08:00

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

Drop Dead Gorgeous

2005-09-14T11:52:00.000+08:00

2005-09-12T14:30:00.000+08:00

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The Cure

2005-08-26T14:35:00.000+08:00

As much as I wanted to keep the somber ambience in this blog, pardon me if I have to break the silence, as I could no longer suppress laughter. I'll save my morbid thoughts for later. Our intern Kristine told me about this blog supposedly written by a domestic helper named Chona working for an affluent family. Reading through the journal for the first time can get annoying stumbling through those misspelled words and grammatical errors throughout her blog entries. It may amaze you for a while how an ordinary household help could afford to blog and be internet-savvy. The barok language and jologs author's disposition tells you that whoever created that blog has a rocking sense of humor. It earned quite a following, with a hundred plus comments per entry which are not at all spam and "Chona" has a friendster account as well. She kinda reminds of of Brosia of Pugad Baboy, only high tech. Unfortunately, I discovered the site too late as most of its entries were deleted due to dicrimination issues against Filipino maids raised by some readers. I honestly feel they were overreacting. These people take life too seriously as if they're coming out of it alive.

If the author decides to turn it into a book or a comic series, no doubt it will be a best seller. So far, among the writers that can elicit a hysterical giggling response from me enough to brand me a suspect for a loony bin inhabitant is the genius in Jessica Zafra. While Zafra is known for her flawless writing style and razor-sharp wits, this writer under the guise of Chona shows strokes of a genius ironically with the carabao english and the character's puddle-deep thinking. Kristine calls it creative writing, I call it a medicine, a hilarious cure to melancholia. Nice one, really.

When I Must Leave

2005-07-09T12:32:00.000+08:00

When I must leave you for a while
Please do not grieve and shed wild tears

And hug your sorrow to you through the years

But start out bravely with a gallant smile

And for my sake and in my name

Live on and do all the things the same

Feed not your loneliness on empty days

But fill each working hour in useful ways

Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer

And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near

And never, never be afraid to die

For I am waiting for you in the sky

Author Unknown

2005-07-07T12:26:00.000+08:00

To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven;
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sow;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3

2005-06-19T12:16:00.000+08:00

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effect

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again

Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918