When My Mind Becomes Deeper…

Article 1:

Statement of Love:
The Kiss

1.
Kiss on the hand
I adore you

2.
Kiss on the cheek
I just want to be friends

3.
Kiss on the neck
I want you

4.
Kiss on the lips
I love you

5.
Kiss on the ears
I am just playing

6.
Kiss anywhere else
lets not get carried away

7.
Look in your eyes
kiss me

8.
Playing with your hair
I can’t live without you

9.
Hand on your waist
I love you to much to let you go

Article 2:
The Three Steps

1.
Girls:
If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.

2.
Guys
If any girl slaps you, her intentions are sti ll good.

3.
Guys & Girls
Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.

Article 3:
The Commandments

1.
Thou shall not squeeze
too hard.

2.
Thou shall not ask for a kiss,
but take one.

3.
Thou shall kiss
at every opportunity.

* Remember *
A peach is a peach
A plum is a plum,
A kiss isn’t a kiss
Without some tongue.
So open up your mouth
close your eyes,
and give your tongue
some exercise!!!

Here are a few reasons
why guys like girls:

1.
They will always smell good
even if its just shampoo

2.
The way their heads always
find the right spot on our shoulder

3.
How cute they look when they sleep

4.
The ease in which they fit into our arms

5.
The way they kiss you and
all of a sudden everything
is right in the world

6.
How cute they are when they eat

7.
The way they take hours
to get dressed
but in the end
it makes it all worth while

8.
Because they are always
warm even when its minus 30 outside

9.
The way they look good
no matter what they wear

10.
The way they fish for compliments
even though you both know that you
think she’s the most
beautiful thing on this earth

11.
How cute they are when they argue

12.
The way her hand always finds yours

13.
The way they smile

14.
The way you feel
when you see their name
on the call ID
after you just had a big fight

15.
The way she says
“lets not fight anymore”
even though you know that
an hour later….

16.
The way they kiss when
you do something nice for them

17.
The way they kiss you
when you say
“I love you”

18.
Actually …
just the way they kiss you…

19.
The way they fall into your arms
when they cry

20. Then the way they apologize
for crying over something that silly

21.
The way they hit you
and expect it to hurt

22.
Then the way they apologize
when it does hurt.
(even though we don’t admit it)!

23.
The way they say “I miss you”

24.
The way you miss them

25.
The way their tears
make you want to
change the world
so that it
doesn’t hurt her anymore…..
Yet regardless
if you love them,
hate them,
wish they would die
or
know that you would die
without them …
it matters not.
Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to
the depths of their souls
and
you say a million things
without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life
is inevitable consumed
within the rhythmic beatings
of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt.

1)The only measure of what you believe is what you do. If you want to know what people believe, don’t read what they write, don’t ask them what they believe, just observe what they do.”

2)Do you remember when you first smiled? What made then and now different? Recall those times and use them to smile

3)Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood…

4)If you’re ever in doubt and all else seems worthless, just remember those around you and let them know

5)An inch of time is an inch of gold, but you can’t buy dat inch of time with an inch of gold”. Hope you have the right number of inches where it matters most!

Just read and learn something from this. This is actually an article from http://www.momsrefuge.com/single/0012/handcounts.html.

I picked up this mornings’ paper and was delighted to see that the entire country is experiencing a bit of the life of a single mom — “hand counts and recounts.” Our lives are one big roller coaster of recounts. I can’t think of a day of my life as a single mom that I’m not involved in this arduous process.

Think about it. Recounting the bill totals to see if one more dollar could be found to leverage the kids’ vote for a night out at the movies. Then there is the recount of all the change in the bottom of our handbags, hoping there are enough quarters, dimes, nickels or pennies to add up to a few more dollars.

Or, how about the daily recount of missing socks? Yep, there are always missing socks to be found. Sometimes, they have disappeared only to be found after their mate has been thrown away.

We have even named some of our more frequent recounts. The One-Two-Three is probably our most famous. You know, “If you don’t stop doing that by the count of three you are going to your room. No, I mean it — 1-2-3 …”

We use hand recounts especially for our teenage constituents. Recounting the minutes they are late for curfew. Recounting the number of times we have to walk by their room and close the door because it is so messy. Recounting the number of times we say, “How many times do I have to tell you??”

Last, but undoubtedly not least, are the recounts on the men in our lives. Let’s see … there are the ones who mysteriously disappeared, the ones who weren’t quite sure what they really wanted, the one’s who we thought had our vote but by closer inspection, really didn’t …

Not only are we forever recounting, but also someone is always challenging our results. Sometimes it is our own children, family and friends. Occasionally it’s the bill collectors or even our own government — the IRS. And when it comes to getting all of those recounts done, there certainly aren’t a plethora of dedicated volunteers showing up at our “camp” at 7 a.m. to help.

Single moms are in actuality the experts at hand counts and recounts. Our lives revolve around them. It’s frustrating, it’s confusing and yes, it’s time consuming. But it is part of our process. It’s written into the Constitution of Single Motherhood and it’s critical that we get it right.

So, stop all the fussing and whining about the Florida election recounts. Just get on with it. In fact, it you really want to get it done right, call in the experts. Women who know 1-2-3 like the back of their hand, women who go to sleep counting and wake up recounting, women who are used to being challenged on their results, women who have made recounting an art and a science — Single Moms. And while you are at it, send a few of those dedicated volunteer our way.

junifer vanissa p. denopol
http://www.vhanz-blogger.blogspot.com
http://www.blogomonster.com/vhanz

They said that as you grow older, your knowledge increases and so do with your wisdom. You can better understand things when you get older and your decision-making gets mature also.

I am already 20 years old now, yet I haven’t felt any significant difference of my being me. Perhaps, I wasn’t just able to notice it, hmmmp…perhaps, but I don’t know because for me, the old Vhanz and the recent Van (as how the Clickers call me), is just the same.

Ooopss…I guess I am forgetting something! I have realized that there was really something that’s changed in me and that’s how I dress. Look at me now! I look professional, whew! (Assuming!!!Hehehe…)

I should be going home tomorrow in our province to visit my family and to attend my nephew’s 1st birthday but I guess that would remain a vision because I have a to render overtime to work on our company sites.

Although I really love going home because I already missed our baby boy- our youngest and only brother in the family, I have to work because this is my life also and I love my work so much.

Have to end this now because I have to go. ’til next!

I am already 20 years old, yet there are still lots of things I have to learn in life. There are even things young people have experienced which I still don’t. Although I am equipped with proper education but there are still things education won’t be able to teach us- and that is having experienced the things education has taught us.

I started discovering these feelings and realization when we had our company outing and team-building but I guess I have to share lots from this later.

‘Til next!

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car.

Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man’s name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, “With all your money you give me a Bible? and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since
that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father’s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, “And if ye, being evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly father which is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?” As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible.

It had a tag with the dealer’s name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words…PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for…

IF YOUR GIFT IS NOT PACKED THE WAY YOU WANT IT, IT’S BECAUSE IT IS BETTER PACKED THAT WAY! ALWAYS APPRECIATE LITTLE THINGS; THEY USUALLY LEAD YOU TO ATTACHMENTS!

Once God held a meeting to see who is the greatest computer programmer.

The contestants were Jesus and Satan. God snapped His fingers and a Giant Flat Screen PC appeared. Jesus and Satan had thier own PC`s. The two were given 30 minutes to create a program and will be judged by God Himself. The two furiosly typed and filled ther screen with information and data protocols. After 25 minutes, the power generator shutted-down, but was restored immediately.

After 5 minutes, God spoke and told them, “Time`s up!! Show us your programs, please”. Satan stood and spoke loudly, “I have lost all the information and data I have created since the generator shutted-down! Now, what i have to show you is a piece of incomplete program”. “How about You Jesus?” ,God asked. Then Jesus pressed a key, on the big screen appeared images of the Heaven and angels singing gloriously, rejoicing. Satan mocked. “Why? we both were given plenty of time, but why!? all I had done is a piece of program, incomplete indeed to perform such work, but Jesus…” then God replied smiling…

“JESUS SAVES!!”