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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 99
Sign: Gemini

City: United Kingdom
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/18/2006

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Sunday, December 28, 2008 

Current mood:  bitchy
Category: Romance and Relationships

"Pah! I don't give a shit about that bitch", he screamed in rage.

Except he did give shit about the bitch. In fact, he'd been

thinking of her for almost three days now. At first, when he'd just

broken up their relationship, he hadn't really given a damn. After all,

she'd been tying him down. And he didn't love her anyway.

But this Monday, he'd suddenly seen her flash by in the middle of the

street, on the way home from work. Amazed, and somewhat confused with

his reaction, he'd stopped in the middle of the zebra-crossing, causing

several angry drivers.

Then later that day , he hurriedly open his laptap, his thoughts drifted off again.

With the scent from nowhere , he suddenly start on his lunatic mind up to his nostril,

as if he is wanting to smell that scent, he went back to his bed restless,

took his sedatives,but he suddenly caught himself thinking about crazy little things  she'd like,

 

Tuesday morning had been even worse. The first thing he did when the

alarm-clock went off was to shut it off quickly, went back to sleep to realized

somethin was missin.he stood up

on his way to the shower. And then he realised again

there was no sleeping beauty in the right half of his bed.

Tuesday afternoon had been worst so far. When he got off work

driving back to his home, he took his cellphone,just to find no inbox on his text message.

Wednesday morning had been relatively uncomplicated. Two times he had

to remind himself not to leave a note for her on her cell, but

otherwise, everything was fine.

But now, around tea-time, everything was really horrible. He'd

already called home two times to hear her voice, only to realise that

the only thing that would answer was her answering machine. He was about

to call a third time, but got hold of himself in the last moment.

He was actually missing that girl.

That admittal came as a shock to himself. The impact of these few words

that formed inside him was amazing. His mind momentarily stopped working

when he realized that he was really telling himself the truth.

Maybe she had been a bitch. But she was the bitch he loved.


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Monday, October 08, 2007 

Current mood:  contemplative



Benediction of the lass!

Cast your hypocrisy,Grant me to behold them
Cast the throe,so I can mend
Cast the betrayal,ostracism i will take possession afar  a fortiori.
Cast me the ignominy,only then i will enshrine and apprehend with commendation
Avow me to immerse, frailty nought in faith.
Avow me the humanity and unfold the principium so i may recognize.
Devout me wih incorruptible virtuous
Coerce me , propel me so i may acknowledge complacency ,affliction and contempt.
Rejoice,endure me with lachrymose
Avow me to recognized and enshrine, the  pulchritude and grace in omneity.
Avow me to bequeath,bestow,beget and build.
Endow me with my spirit and wisdom ,that i may not perish,valor than ever.
Make me a sublime  maiden and noble in times of my weakness,imperfection and hate.
Tide me to the stream of philanthropy that i covet,
unveil me the gift to reign..As i may bestow my Amity,Grace, quotient and principle.
Award me with  endurance to  the stream of philanthropy!



Eliza ( author)
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10/08/07



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Thursday, September 13, 2007 

Current mood:  aggravated
Category: Life

Weeping of the loon!!

Don't weep in  quietude
it won't apperceive you
quiescence itself is unyielding...

don't weep in solitude
nought anyone unearth you
caliginosity deserted  with dimness...

surcease your impetuosity
No one will sympathize
impetuosity itself is a schmuck...

Dedicated to a Pseudo boon!!

E.
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Monday, August 20, 2007 

Current mood:  thankful
Category: Life
There was a blind girl who hated herself
  just because she was blind.
She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for
her.
 She said that if she could only see the world,
she would marry her boyfriend.

 One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. She was then able to see
  everything,
  including her boyfriend.
 
  Her boyfriend asked her,
  " Now that you can see the world,
 will you marry me?"
 The girl was shocked when she saw
  that her boyfriend was blind.
  She then refused to marry him.
 
  Her boyfriend walked away in tears
  and later wrote a letter to her saying:
  "Just take care of my eyes dear,
  for I loved you so much
  that it was I who was the donor of your gift."
 
  This is how the human brain changes
  when our status changes.
  Only few remember what life was before,
  and who's always been there
  even in the most painful situations.
 
  "Life Is A Gift"
 
  Today before you say an unkind word -
  Think of someone who can't speak.
 
  Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who
  has nothing to eat.
 
  Before you complain about your husband or wife,boyfriend or girlfriend - Think of someone who's
  crying out to GOD
  for a companion.
 
  Today before you complain about life -
  Think of someone who went too early to heaven.
 
  Before you complain about your children -
  Think of someone who desires children
  but they're barren.
 
  Before you argue about your dirty house
  someone didn't clean or sweep -
  Think of the people who are living in the streets.
 
  Before whining about the distance you drive -
 Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.
 
 And when you are tired
  and complain about your job -
  Think of the unemployed, the disabled,
  and those who wish they had your job.
 
  But before you think of pointing the finger
  or condemning another -
  Remember that not one of us is without sin
  and we all answer to one MAKER.
 
  And when depressing thoughts
  seem to get you down -
  Put a smile on your face
  and thank GOD you're alive and still around.
 
  Life is a gift, Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it,
  And Fulfill it.
 
 We Serve an AWESOME GOD!!!!!!


 Beautiful,

(Eliza so TOUCHED!!!)
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Thursday, August 16, 2007 

Current mood:  enthralled
Category: Romance and Relationships


The Paramour's decry !

I obsecrate you withstand, forsake nigh from me,
Nought, Yield nigh the snare of emancipation's portal freely,
Withrawn,adrift  along its fuss ferocity,
Hearth I shall fostered with my shield
Hearth ,I will ample ,with sense of quiescent ,
But feast it not as your serfage,
Adieu nigh my ardor's fate and deliverance clemency,
acquiesce and tame you with release and emancipation,
Shall  then you  surmise and submit,
With You I am destined to dwell
Destined to nest ,to dwell myself ,
With you my beloved ,i perpetuated
My Unchained Love

Eliza ( author)
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8/07

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Thursday, August 09, 2007 

Current mood:  touched
Category: Life
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's.
 His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
 Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.
Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.
 But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.
Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive.
The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy.
He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors.
 He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.
This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further.
The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had.
 But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring.
Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married.
He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing.
 Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me.
 Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong.
You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference.
 I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it".


Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!

"Believe in Angels, then return the favor
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I am still CRYING!!!!!

E. 

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Monday, July 23, 2007 

Current mood:  hopeful
Category: Romance and Relationships
I want to share this inspiring story sent to me by a friend,
I dont know why coz i don't have a Husband!

This inspiring story  will makes you realize that things aren't
always what they seem. A marriage that feels loveless isn't
necesarrily loveless. ALWAYS, always have Faith and Hope. Remember
that.

Anyhow,Heres the story!

>When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand
>and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
>Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to
>open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a
>divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

>She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
>why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
>chopsticks and
>shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we
>didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find
>out what had happened to our marriage.
>But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my
>heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt love her anymore.I just
>pitied her!

>With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
>that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
>She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had
>spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt
>sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take
>back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried
>loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her
>cry was actually a kind of release.
>The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
>
>The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing
>something at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep
>and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day
>with Dew.
>When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
>not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
>
>In the morning she presented her divorce conditions:
>she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before
>the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to
>live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had
>his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our
>broken marriage.
>
>This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
>recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
>She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
>our bedroom to the front door ever
>morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to
>make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
>
>I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
>thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
>face the divorce, she said scornfully.
>
>My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention
>was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day,
>we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding
>mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the
>bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters
>with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell
>our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her
>down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove
>alone to the office.
>
>
>On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.
>She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I
>realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.
>I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her
>face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her.
>For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
>
>On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
>returning. This was the woman who
>had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth
>and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy
>was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It
>became easier to carry her as the month slipped by.
>Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
>
>She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
>dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
>dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
>thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
>Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
>heart.
>Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
>
>Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time
>to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying
>his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife
>gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my
>face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last
>minute.
>I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the
>sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and
>naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.
>But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last
>day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had
>gone to school.
>I held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked
>intimacy.
>
>I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
>door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked
>upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
>want the divorce anymore.
>
>She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a
>fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
>won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
>didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
>other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on
>our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew
>seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
>the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
>
>At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
>wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
>wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
>The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
>relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in
>the bank, blah..blah..blah.
>These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give
>happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and
>do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a
>real happy marriage!


I found this story so beautiful.it made me cry for joy!!!

>If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,
 you just might save a marriage.

Till next time!

Eliza!!
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Saturday, July 21, 2007 

Current mood:  melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry

There is an emptiness perceiving you not,
Hunt  by your existence,and then  Astray.

You are like a bed of roses's
Each Petals guarded with your essence and fragrance
An  atmosphere alluring  in the sky
As my sight astray
Feeling  deeply how pure and angelic you are.

There is a blindness in seeing you,
abaft by the mist when you are gone.

That warmth me but you.
As you walk out
Suddenly I am grim and down.

Darkness all over  me,
Grief with a heavy heart

Out witted
Jungle of boisterousness and
Pain of Metropolis
like a Moon  sequencing around Earth
in the Universe

But there is nothing
That warmth and strengthen me but you;
Swallowing  my audacity and pride

Strong Storm pouring in the ground
Saturated and thirsty with my Yearning
In the Eve uninhabited with mourning,

To possess You ,
Wanting you
 Please take me my Precious!

For there is no one,
To warmth and strengthen me but You!

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007 

Current mood:  depressed
Category: Romance and Relationships

I sense you constantly
unceasingly ,
devoid and wanting your intimacy
lamenting as my My quintessence  
perforate,
I premise you sense me too!
As it deepens surpassingly
 I weep my eyes,
pondering for your
closeness
I feel lost without you!!!

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8/07
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Sunday, July 15, 2007 

Category: Romance and Relationships
Momentos

De noche nos pasabanos las horas
hablando de mil cosas por hacer.
y a veces en pequeñas discusiones
llegaba a amanecer.
y siempre amanecia con un beso
y tu... despues me preparabas un cafe.
y yo me despedia cada dia..
soñando con volver..
parabanos el tiempo dia a dia
queria descubrirte cada vez.
prendida de tu vida y prendida de la mia..
el mundo parecia a nuestros pies.
ya vez que todo pasa quien diria
ya vez que poco queda del ayer.
de todos los recuerdos...
momentos que no vuelven otra vez.
..........................................................................
Te acuerdas de las veces que dijimos..
que nada nos podria separar.
el viento que escuchaba tus palabras
andaba a tu cantar...
y yo me cobijaba con tu cuerpo
y tu me echabas los sentidos a volar.
perdidos en la noche y el silencio
soñabanos soñar....
la vida se hace siempre de momentos...
de cosas que se suelen adorar..
y luego cuando pierdes...
cuando al fin te as dado cuenta
el tiempo no te deja regresar.
ya vez que todo pasa quien diria..
ya vez que todo queda por contar..
apenas los recuerdo..
momentos que no vuelven nunca mas...


Grazie al mio amico prezioso Eutimio per le belle liriche di Bocelli !!!

Signorita Eliza
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