part time or full time

I had been doing my online job for 8 hours.. and i received a mail regarding my salary..it's kind of cool since i get $12 for an 8 hour copy-paste job..$12 i think is already enough for an 8 hour part-time job specially if most of the things you do is copy-paste the file..if converted to peso, that would be more than P500, which is bigger than my daily rate from my previous job. I do hope i get to do more online jobs..but it's bit tiring since i also have have to assist my aunt in her secretarial works..but I'm okay with it since I think I'll also earn while helping them. I'm not just sure if I'll get that assistant secretarial job as a full time work or just for a few days.. i think I prefer to have it full time as it would then be an office work experience for me, i can't wait to hear the verdict...

101 WAYS TO COPE WITH STRESS

101 WAYS TO COPE WITH STRESS

Courtesy of the Tripler Army Medical Center, Honolulu, Hawaii

1. Get up 15 minutes earlier
2. Prepare for the morning the night before
3. Avoid tight fitting clothes
4. Avoid relying on chemical aids
5. Set appointments ahead
6. Don’t rely on your memory … write it down
7. Practice preventive maintenance
8. Make duplicate keys
9. Say “no” more often
10. Set priorities in your life
11. Avoid negative people
12. Use time wisely
13. Simplify meal times
14. Always make copies of important papers
15. Anticipate your needs
16. Repair anything that doesn’t work properly
17. Ask for help with the jobs you dislike
18. Break large tasks into bite size portions
19. Look at problems as challenges
20. Look at challenges differently
21. Unclutter your life
22. Smile
23. Be prepared for rain
24. Tickle a baby
25. Pet a friendly dog/cat
26. Don’t know all the answers
27. Look for a silver lining
28. Say something nice to someone
29. Teach a kid to fly a kite
30. Walk in the rain
31. Schedule play time into every day
32. Take a bubble bath
33. Be aware of the decisions you make
34. Believe in yourself
35. Stop saying negative things to yourself
36. Visualize yourself winning
37. Develop your sense of humor
38. Stop thinking tomorrow will be a better today
39. Have goals for yourself
40. Dance a jig
41. Say “hello” to a stranger
42. Ask a friend for a hug
43. Look up at the stars
44. Practice breathing slowly
45. Learn to whistle a tune
46. Read a poem
47. Listen to a symphony
48. Watch a ballet
49. Read a story curled up in bed
50. Do a brand new thing
51. Stop a bad habit
52. Buy yourself a flower
53. Take time to smell the flowers
54. Find support from others
55. Ask someone to be your “vent-partner”
56. Do it today
57. Work at being cheerful and optimistic
58. Put safety first
59. Do everything in moderation
60. Pay attention to your appearance
61. Strive for excellence NOT perfection
62. Stretch your limits a little each day
63. Look at a work of art
64. Hum a jingle
65. Maintain your weight
66. Plant a tree
67. Feed the birds
68. Practice grace under pressure
69. Stand up and stretch
70. Always have a plan “B”
71. Learn a new doodle
72. Memorize a joke
73. Be responsible for your feelings
74. Learn to meet your own needs
75. Become a better listener
76. Know your limitations and let others know them too
77. Tell someone to have a good day in pig Latin
78. Throw a paper airplane
79. Exercise everyday
80. Learn the words to a new song
81. Get to work early
82. Clean out one closet
83. Play patty cake with a toddler
84. Go on a picnic
85. Take a different route to work
86. Leave work early (with permission)
87. Put air freshener in your car
88. watch a movie and eat popcorn
89. write a note to a far away friend
90. go to a ball game and scream
91. cook a meal and eat it by candlelight
92. recognize the importance of unconditional love
93. remember that stress is an attitude
94. keep a journal
95. practice a monster smile
96. remember you always have options
97. have a support network of people, places and things
98. quit trying to fix other people
99. get enough sleep

100. talk less and listen more

101. freely praise other people

BONUS: Relax, take each day at a time…you have the rest of your life to live!

trying to work my way in...confusing though

I'm now about to start my second online work at oDesk as a Data Virtual Assistant. It looks like a cool task, but I'm a bit worried on how to use the oDesk tool. I haven't tried it once, and I hope I get to use it correctly. I'm a bit nervous as things run my mind...what will I do if the tool doesn't work th way it should? How would I be billed with the work I'm doing.. I can't put it on hold much longer as I might lose my client..I really hope all works well..

Work, work, and more work

I just started my 1st part time online job. It's kind of cool since all I have to do is to comment on the forum site given by my employer. And guess what?! The forum basically tackles everything regarding the Philippines! From current events, to politics, to television shows, etc.! It's not that hard because I am from the Philippines and I do not maybe not everything but I am updated to what's happening around me! And I get money doing it anyway! Cool huh! But then, I still have to encourage other people to join the forums and be active in posting comments.

Anyway, for those of you readers who are interested to check the forum, the site is http://www.philippinebeat.com/boards/
You have to register first though.

For those of you guys who would be kind enough to register at the site and be an active poster, please also input ajgb04 as your referrer during registration.

Let's make our internet usage to use by joining forums.

You can also look for online jobs like what I did.
Here's the link for applying to an online job. Click it and it would direct you to the registration page.
The On Demand Global Workforce - oDesk

or you can just click the banner so that it would automatically direct you for your registration.


Good luck on the forums as well as in the job hunting.

Give life or Abortion ?

As I was looking through some magazines at my uncle's new parish here at Binakayan, I saw this magazine that really caught my attention merely by scanning at the cover. The magazine caught my attention, that I just had to read it. The magazine is KERYGMA No. 199 Vol. 16 December 2006 issue. The article that took my attention is entitled "The Gift of Peace".

What took me to that article was the photo caption inside. The photo caption says that it is an anonymous sharing from someone who found forgiveness after an abortion.

Abortion, refers to the process of terminating the life of an unborn child not only through mechanical means that are usually done in discreet, dark and dangerous alleys, but includes taking abortifacient pills, herbal concoctions being sold in Quiapo, or even doing strenuous physical activities to discontinue a pregnancy. In truth, it is really murder - the act of killing the baby inside the womb. (Kerygma, Dec.2006 page 24)

Going back to the article, it started when Beth learned that she is pregnant and her boyfriend who got her pregnant is not of the marriage type. Both Beth and Matt agreed that they are not getting married.

Beth is a 20 year old 4th year college student and is still living with her parents. At that time, she isn't living her faith and was not even going to church. Matt on the other hand is an activist student who didn't believe in God.

As Beth was still living with her very strict parents, she was scared that if she didn't get married they would have a fit specially if they found out that she was pregnant. But marrying Matt was not an option. Her boyfriend's solution was to take her to an abortionist, a quack. Beth then learned that abortion, like rape, could take place against your will. She was screaming "You're killing my baby" while the abortion was done.

The abortion was a botched up job, a poor piece of work that she could have died. The bleeding did not stop and Matt brought her to the hospital but also abandoned her there. She was alone, waiting in a cold room, shivering, with the fetus in a kidney pan beside her. Then a priest came and blessed the life that they had taken abruptly. Beth tried asking for the priest's forgiveness, but the priest left without even looking at her nor any words of comfort or forgiveness.

For the next part of her life, Beth lived it the best as she can. Remorse, guilt and shame were all buried. Living with a pagan existence - fun and enviable on the surface, but empty inside. A hole in the middle of her heart that sprang from her estrangement from God, which no amount of money, success or relationship could fill.

Days past, then months, then years. The door back to God's kingdom was opened bit by bit. It started by Beth attending Sunday masses, then a talk with a Jesuit priest who had lawyered for her before God. With that, Beth received God's forgiveness and took her back to His kingdom.

Unfortunately, though she was forgiven by God, the hole in her heart was still there. Beth continued on with her life. She had achieved her 5-year, 10-year goals ahead of schedule, and was constantly traveling. Beth didn't realize that all her travels was her way of trying to run away from the emptiness within her. Had she not been restless on one of her trips abroad, she would not have thought of reading the Bible. Beth read the Bible randomly and felt comforted by God's words. She then began attending prayer meetings.

Months later, problems came her way. Her career, finances, health and her love life were in turmoils.

"My world, as I had built it, was falling apart. When the last piece slipped from beneath my feet and I hit rock bottom, God was there. He carried me in His hand ever so tenderly." Beth narrates.

She then attended a Life on the Spirit seminar, accepted God as her Savior and renounced her faith. With that, the problems she had were solved, and most of all, the hole in her heart got filled..forever!

"That was the greatest grace I received-to finally know peace. I felt embraced by God's love, truly forgiven and completed by His presence. God became my constant companion and I was never lonely again. I could hear God's voice speaking in my heart.

God has given me the grace to wait for His plan for me to unfold, and the certainty that, no matter what, He will be there with me. I try to live for Him, albeit imperfectly, but I go on.

Each day, there is this unspeakable joy in my heart - because of Him who loves me perfectly." Beth concludes.


--- As we go on with our everyday lives, we sometimes forget that God is always with us especially when we are happy. We only remember Him during our trials, challenges and sufferings. But we must always remember that even though we always do forget Him, He would never forget nor turn His back on us. Dreams and wishes do come true and prayers are answered. It may not happen during your lifetime, but it would happen nonetheless.


***The names Beth and Matt in this blog are names provided by myself and not of the magazine so that readers may not get confused, again, the article was from an anonymous writer.***

As I Mature

As I Mature

I’ve learned that you cannot make some love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just aholes.

I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others - they are way more screwed-up than you think.

I’ve learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you’re finished. I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I’ve learned that 99% of the time when something isn’t working at your house, one of your kids did it.

I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon, and the all the less important ones just never go away.

I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better have a big willy or huge boobs.

I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a big pile of money to take its place!

missing life

it had been quite sometime since i’ve actually checked on my friend’s account..i always open my friendster account but it didn’t even occur to me to check on the important things or people. they might think that i’ve forgotten them, but come to think of it, is it really me or is it them who had forgotten all about me? i miss quite a couple of them, and we haven’t seen each other for like decades… it might be because more than a month had already passed and i haven’t had the time to go back home..but where is home? is it around my family? or my friends? or is it home with just myself? i don’t know… all i know is that most of the times, when i’m around a few of them, it just feels like, should i really be there? or do they know i’m with them? or do they really want me around? maybe the time had long been gone, quite a few had been wasted..just the mere thought of not being around them makes me miss them so much but how do you expect to feel if the situation is that you are all gathered around but they don’t seem to want you around them?

those people who might think that i don’t remember them, well, you are wrong then, it’s just might be that i don’t feel much at ease knowing that i’ve been away for quite a time and coming back means knowing things that i didn’t know or not knowing those things at all.. secrets shouldn’t be kept, coz what would you feel when couple of persons around you are talking about something that you haven’t have the faintest idea of what they are really talking about…
i miss my family, i miss my friends, but above all, i miss my true self.. no boundaries, no secrets, no masks…

Send my love to heaven...

This is an email that had been posted even in my friendster blog..I just want to re-post it here as I think I'll be updating this blog site more...the writer of this blog is not known to me..hence, whoever you maybe, I liked this story..and I hope you are doing fine.

What can I say about a girl I love since I was ten… that I love the way she laughs at me when I commit mistakes.. The way fusses over silly things and even the way she cries over some silly late night show. Somehow, I wished I could have told her that I love her, but there's no hope in doing so. For now, it's rather too late for me to do so.
She was my best friend and I have known her since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which reveals my true feelings for her, that I love her not because she's pretty and smart but also by the way she laughs at everything and the way she sees life and love.
I could still remember the first time we met. I was five years old then. It was one windy afternoon, no one to play with except my best friend, Troy. He and his family just moved out to transfer to a neighboring state because his father got employed.
And so I climbed our tree house. I saw a moving truck coming down the street. I watched it approaching and noticed a family wagon following. It was about to glance away when out came the loveliest girl I've ever seen. She had long curly hair, which reached almost her waist. She had fair complexion and eyes, which would make a man lose her heart into them. I continued to watch her. Suddenly, she looked up and saw me watching them in the tree house window. I was about to duck when she smiled and waved her hand. I waved back then watched in amazement as I saw her running towards the tree house. So I went to the edge of the ladder and said, "Would you like to climbed up?" she answered, "May I?" So I helped her climbed up, and when she reached the top, she turned to me and said, "By the way my name's Sam. What's yours?" I answered, "My name is Christopher. But then you can call me Chris." She smiled and said, "Well, I like your name. Hey, your tree house's neat!" then I replied, "Thanks! Troy and I made this. This used to be our hideout. We used to goof around, play ball and go biking together. He was my best friend and I kind of miss him you know." She smiled and said, "I'm here now. We could do the things you do with Troy and I could be your new best friend like before, so it could be exciting to have one. I could learn to play ball and I have my own bicycle so we could go biking together. Now, how does that sound to you?" I smiled and said. "Well, that sounds good to me." Then she held my hand and said, "It's a deal then!" So, that's how it started.
So we became best friends and it was kind of strange at first for she was a girl and there are things, which I was a little bit hesitant to indulge her like catching frogs, swimming in the lake, and climbing trees. But then she tried and did everything just to please me. There was even a time when she fell off the bike trying to catch up with me in a race we had and I was the one who bandaged her scraped knee. I could still recall the time when she hit the window of our neighbor when we were playing basketball and it was I who talked to Mr. Chambers and promised to pay for the damage, which meant having to lose a week's allowance. I remembered the time when I fell off the tree when I tried to rescue a kitten because Sam was near to tears when she saw the helpless kitten trapped in a branch. I even fought with tough guys when they teased Sam and made her cry and I ended up having a black eye and a bruised cheek. I remembered Sam crying as she placed an ice bag over the damaged eye and later gave a get-well kiss. I did everything to please her and gave everything her little heart desires.
The lake was our favorite place to hang out. We had our Saturday swim routine. We would pack our food and later eat them under the big oak tree. There was a special branch in which the two of us could sit together and tell each other's dreams. She dreams of being a ballerina and she knows my dream of becoming a doctor. She never laughs at my dreams and pursuits even if they were quite impossible. It made me like her even more.
As years went by, I noticed that my feeling toward her is slowly changing. Somehow, I thought it was just a simple crush case. But then, I started thinking about her at night, dreaming of her and having the feeling of wanting to be with her all the time. It made me feel alive. Whenever our hands touched, I could feel the tingling sensation in my spine. Once we were in the lake having our Saturday swim routine, and as I carried her towards the water edge, I had the feeling of not wanting to let go. I just wanted that moment to continue, hoping it would never end. I then realized I was slowly falling helplessly in love with my best friend.
Many times, I tried to deny the feelings for I was scared to imagine of what would happen if ever I'd try to tell her how I feel about her. I was scared because she might think that I'm taking advantage of her and our friendship. I was afraid of losing her so I just kept my feelings hidden.
We reached the age of fifteen and I noticed that Sam grew lovelier each day. How many heartaches I get whenever I see boys glance her way. I want to punch their noses as I watch them talking to her and giving some compliments, flowers, and chocolates. There were times when I watched her at a distant with mixed feelings of anger and hurt, because she might see me only as a friend. I was also scared of letting her know how I feel about her as much as losing her.
Then one day, I just learned from a friend that she already has a boyfriend. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was just a rumor. Her boyfriend was Mark, a popular senior, who was the heartthrob of the campus. She, being the cheerleader, was close to the parking lot that afternoon, I watched her with my heart slowly breaking into pieces. I saw her waved at me, but I just pretended not to see her for I was scared that she might see in my eyes the pain I'm feeling inside because of seeing her with another guy.
These days that followed were the saddest days of my life. How my heart aches when I see her walk by me, which makes me want to grab her from him. How it hurts to see, that the girl I long to possess, is owned by someone else! That special smile, which I long for her to cast on me, was now already castled on him. As she passed by, she doesn't know that I whispered the words.. "God, how I love you!"
Then one faithful day, they broke up. She came to me that evening crying on my shoulder. They had a big fight and it ended up to their breakup. Mixed feelings were scaring inside me. I was happy because she was free and maybe I would have the chance of telling her my true feelings for her. But I was so sad because she was crying her hand out just for him. At that time, I was not quite sure what I wanted to do.
So we found ourselves doing what we did in old days with our Saturday swim routine, spending in our tree house. We still enjoy doing childish pranks, for we still are both young at heart.
So many chances I had for me to confess my feelings for her. But still, I found not bring myself to her foot for I was scared of losing her once more. I once lost her, now I could not bear losing her again by telling her "I love her." So, I just kept my feelings even if it was bursting to be express from my aching heart.
It was a week from our JS prom. We were seated at the branch of an oak tree drying ourselves after our afternoon swim when she said, "I was wondering Chris, if you would like to be my partner." I just got out of my wits for it was like a dream I never thought would happened. It took me awhile to answer her, "Well, I just thought there are so many boys who would die, just for you to be their partner." So then she turned away and quietly said, "Well, I just thought I would like to spend the night with my best friend." Then she continued in a whisper I could barely hear, "Don't you want to do, just like them to be my partner, Chris?" I was so stunned to speak for it comes close to me to blurt my feelings for her. We were silent for a while until I finally whispered, "I would be happy to be your partner, Sam." Then she smiled and suddenly kissed my cheek. I could hardly contain the joy that I feel that time. I saw her turned and bowed her head. Suddenly, she stood and ran towards the water saying, "Last one to reach the water treats the sundae fudge!" I ran but slowed up so that I would lose, which meant having to be with her for another three hours or more.
Our prom night came; I bought a tuxedo and poured almost all the bottled perfume. I want to fetch Sam. Sam's mother greeted me and I went to sit in the living room waiting for her to calm down. I was talking to her father when I hear her say, "How do I look?" I looked up and saw her lovelier than ever in a strapless white dress with her hair blowing her face. I stood up, opened my mouth, but found out I could not find my voice. Then I got her hand shakily, fastened the corsage around her waist and whispered, "To the loveliest girl in the world." She then asked, "Is that true?" I nodded and she smiled and I smiled back. Then I turned and open the door for her.
When we arrived at the gymnasium, we hardly recognized our classmates. Gone were the jeans and T-shirts. Tuxedos and gowns replaced them. Then, I held her hand, bowed and said, "Would you give me the honor of your first dance?" She laughed and curt eyed. Then I led her to the dance floor.
It was like a dream come true. A moment of enchantment. I was there dancing with the only girl I've ever loved. She was smiling up to me, as we were slowly moving in a smooth gliding motion. I found myself lost as I stared down to her sparkling eyes. The curls of her long hair were like wave enhancing her beautiful face. There were so many things I wanted to tell her that moment. I wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful girl that night. I wanted to tell her that she would always be the beacon of light in the darkness. But what I wanted to tell her most is that, I LOVE HER. I drew up all my courage and bent to whisper it in her ear. But suddenly, the music stopped and the music was gone. I came close in telling still. I haven't done it.
We walked towards the table and found ourselves surrounded by friends. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She nodded and so I went to get one. It took me a long time to get one. And when I returned to our table, she was gone. I asked her friend Cathy, where she was but she told me she doesn't know. So I went up and searched for her.
As I was searching for her, I reached the garden. There, I saw silhouette figures outlined by the moon's silvery light. They were so close to each other. I could never describe the feeling that I had when I recognized the white dress Sam was wearing that night. I just turned and left the gymnasium.
Since that night, I avoided her. Many times she tried talking to me but I never gave her the chance to do so. I was afraid to hear her say that she loves Mark and not me. I would rather had left in ignorance of her feelings than hear from her those dreaded words and feel my hope crush and my heart break. I didn't d her returned calls. I would not see her if she comes into our home, in the hallways. As she approaches, I would go to another direction. It also hurts to do those things, but then it was what I thought was the best way to forget her. Those months were tormenting, but still I kept my pride.
The day of our graduation came, I was planning to take up medicine at the neighboring state and move out the next day. As the program ended, she approached me and handed me a rose. As she stared at me, there was something in her eyes that I could not describe. There was sadness in them. And when she smiled, it wasn't the same smile she gave me. I wanted to hug her at that moment.. Tell her that I love her, but then she turned and walked away from me.
I moved out the next day as I planned. I was accepted at the University. I concentrated with my studies, but still I think of her at night. I was always wondering if she thinks of me too. I tried hard not to think of her, but still I could not stop myself from loving her. There were times when I wanted to write her, but I was too proud to do so. I thought that if I will be successful one day, I would be able to tell her that I love her, and by that time, I'm worthy of loving her.
It was a year now after our graduation when I decided to return home and see her again. I thought a year is too much for me not to see her. During the past year, I felt like a person lost in the desert and only the sight of her could quench the thirst I have inside. As I got off the place, I went home directly, desperate to get her house.. Desperate to see her and hug her.
Then I would tell her that I missed her and that I love her for a long time. This time I'm determined to let her know that I missed her and that I have loved her for a long time. This time I'm determined to let her know my true feelings for her and that I could not contain anymore the love that I have for her.
I reached for their house. I saw her older sister and I approached her. I smiled at her but I noticed that she didn't smiled back. I was confused for she used to be a cheerful young lady, just like my dear Sam. I then asked, "Hi Jean! I guessed you're surprised why I'm here. Well, I just want to visit you and I was also hoping to see Sam. I kind of miss her you know. Umm… by the way, have you seen her?" all I see was sadness in her eyes as she replied quietly, "Come, follow me."
I was confused with the way she's acting but still I followed her. As we were walking, I was trying to indulge her in a conversation. But she just answered my questions briefly. Then I realized that she was leading me to the direction of the lake. It was the same as I left it, with the same oak tree that Sam and I used to climb. I smiled upon remembering the kiss Sam gave me when I agreed to be her partner. It's been one of the happiest days in my life, and I've realized that I miss Sam more than I thought. Then Jean stopped walking and pointed the tree. She then whispered, "There's Sam."
I looked at where she was pointing and saw a newly dug tomb with the name of the girl I have ever loved. I could not believe at what I saw and I desperately tried convincing myself that this is all a nightmare and I would soon wake up. I stared at Jean in disbelief with my eyes searching for explanations and slowly started crying. "It has been a week before she died. She died of leukemia, but even though she was sick, she never stopped thinking of you. It was even your name she uttered before she died. She asked us to burry her here for she always regards this place as a place of love. She said that this is where she has spent the happiest days of her life, and that was when she was with you. By the way, she also asked me to give you this." She handed me a small parcel, and with that she left.
I slowly opened the parcel and saw that it contained the dried orchid from the corsage I gave her for our prom. Then at the bottom I saw the letter. It was dated last month. I opened it with shaking hands and started reading. . . . . . . .

Dear Chris,

I know that by this time you read this letter, I'm gone. I just want to tell you that I feel very lucky and thankful to God that I had a friend like you. I would also like to let you know that I felt something inside, something I kept from you all these years. I LOVE YOU, Chris… not in a friendly way but as one who would feel like spending the rest of my life with. I have always loved you even from the start. I guess it just bloomed each day of my life when you were by my side. You just don't know how I dreamed of you at night and wake up in the morning and dream no more for you are with me. When you are away, I can't stop crying because I'm afraid to think that you are with another girl. I just want you all by myself. I may sound selfish, but that's how I feel. Each time you held me close to you was like a dream coming true, for to be close to you and to feel your heart beating next to mine was heaven. There are so many things I did so that you will learn to love me, but I NEVER saw a hint. I did everything to please you because I love you so much, that I even started to fool myself that you are in love with me too! So many nights I've cried when I think of myself unloved by you.
Well, you might think that what I am saying are lies but my heart speaks the truth.. For I cannot bear telling a lie to the one I love.
I know you might be thinking of Mark. But I just did that to make you feel jealous, to make you see me as a young woman capable of loving and not as the girl you used to play with. Sometimes, I imagined that you were jealous and fooled myself that it was a sign that you feel something for me, too. When Mark and I broke up and I came crying, I did that to know how would you react and with that I'll know that you love me, too. But I failed for you didn't even give me a clue. When our prom night came, you just don't know how happy I was when you handed me that corsage saying that I was the loveliest girl in the world. When we were dancing, I wanted desperately to hear you say that you love me, but you NEVER did. When Mark came and pleaded me to give him a second chance, I was scared that you might see us talking. I don't want you to get the wrong impression so I told him we would talk in the garden. There, I explained to him that it's you whom I really love. What happened next is that I found you missing and later learned that you were searching for me. I just concluded that you saw us together. The next day, I tried to explain but you never gave me the chance to do so. You continuously avoided me, and you never knew how much pain I've experienced that time. I felt the world crushing on me. In our graduation day, when I approached you, I wanted to tell you how much I love you, but I decided that I just couldn't do it. I could not bear to hear, that all you feel for me is just a brotherly hand of love, for I want you to love me as a woman and not as a girl or a playmate. So, I just turned away and left.
Now that saying I LOVE YOU might be too late, still I want you to know that I will always love you and my heart has always been, and will always be yours.

Love,
Sam

P.S.

Think of me sometimes… and always remember that loving you was the best thing that ever happened in my life.

I felt my tears falling as I folded the letter. I wanted to shout out to her to let her know that I love her.. If not as much, but more than she is for me. I love her more than anything in this world. I knelt touching her grave in the soil and the rain started to fall. I continued crying softly and whispered, "Oh God, SEND MY LOVE TO HEAVEN…!"

**I saw this story from my cousin's blog post..I've read of this one before but this was the only time that I was able to copy it..I really liked the story and hope you do to..It is such a touching story and one that is full of lessons in which we can use in our day to day lives.."Send My Love To Heaven..Send My Love To Him".. Take Care always! Love you lots!!!