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love letters… Setyembre 26, 2008

Filed under: english alphabet,food for the thought,for the record,tear jerker — nixinne @ 9:18 hapon

it always makes me cry…i love reading them even if it is not written for me..it alwasy seems to me that it is a reminder of undying love that is retained in a letter. Never in reality that what is said in a letter will hold forever and ever. i guess that is why i like it. it retains the purity of the mind and heart of the writer during those moments…

here are some examples of them…

Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

(Excerpt from : PS I Love You [the movie])

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i still have to write down the letter of garett to theresa on the book “message in a bottle”…that also made me cry…

 

movies that made my heart ache and my eyes filled with tears…

Filed under: english alphabet,food for the thought,my immortal life — nixinne @ 7:23 hapon

there are several of them that i love to watch over and over again…i actually made mike recite all of them last night hinting that if he doesn’t know then he might as well forget that i am alive.

he did good though and here is the list (it is not in any order)

a walk to remember

( “Our love is like the wind… I can’t see it, but I sure can feel it.” )

pretty woman

( ” got red, I got green, I got yellow… I’m out of purple, but I do have one Gold Circle coin left… the condom of champions… the one and only… nothin’ is gettin’ through this sucker. Whaddya say, hmm?:” )

50 first dates

( “The Beach Boys? How nice of that man to give me a CD that will remind me of all the wonderful times I shared with his daughter. What an asshole!” )

– pride and prejudice

( “Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don’t understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you.” )

– ever after

( “Danielle: It is not fair, sire. You have found my weakness, but I have yet to learn yours.
Henry: But I should think it was quite obvious. ”

– the notebook

( “Young Noah: So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out.” )

– message in a bottle

( “Theresa Osborne: If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful. ” )

– an affair to remember

( “Terry McKay: [voice shaking, ready to cry] If you can paint I can walk- anything can happen, right?” )

– titanic

( “Jack: Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can’t feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise. “)

– somewhere in time

( Elise McKenna: There is so much to say… I cannot find the words. Except for these: ‘I love you.’ )

– p.s. i love you

( Gerry Kennedy: Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you )

 

I was trying to understand why on earth would i like to have heartaches and tears watching these movies. as i have yet ot fully understand the complexity of the answer, at least i know that somewhere within my soul, i wanted to be a part of a love story liek what i have watched and feel their heartaches, their joy, their survival.  it seems like no matter how in love i am with my husband, the drama and uncertainty of their love affairs brings me to life. takes me out of the reality of these world, that it make me hope for more or at least think about how i can spice up my own love story…

sometimes it doesnt make any sense but that is how a tearjerker should be isnt it? supposed to be all about pouring emotions  to anything or to anybody…

 

lazy bug Setyembre 24, 2008

Filed under: english alphabet — nixinne @ 3:46 hapon

i noticed how much of a lazy bug i am. instead of meticulously cleaning the house or studying for my CEN, all i do is either watch the “boob” tube (although they seem flat nowadays for me), read books, and play games.

what the heck is the matter with me? i know that is not what i am supposed to do nut i keep on procastinating. the bad part in this situation s that i am surreptitiously aware of that fact. poor mike, he must be exhausted from trying to fill in the gaps. i am defiantly bored here in knoxville, not too many friends to actually hang out with. the only one that used to hang out with me a lot is now married and they are not like mike & i who can just wiggle away from each other without any suspicions or jealousy of some sort.

i need to wake up from this dream world that i am trying to create by avoiding task and immersing myself in non useful tactics and past times.  i need to get my hands dirty. i do work 5-6 days a week, but that is beside the point, isnt it? i have responsibilities. i need to face them all. i knwp i shouldnt just ignore them but it is easier to take a blind eye and deaf ears than to face anything that will particularly cause me too much trouble. 

i love my husband and i love our house. hes trying his best and i am doing my worst. bad deal. i will need to break that impossible habit before i lose him altogether…

 

how usa tax system works… Setyembre 15, 2008

Filed under: english alphabet,food for the thought,yada yada yada — nixinne @ 5:28 hapon

Our Tax System Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing. The fifth would pay $1. The sixth would pay $3. The seventh would pay $7. The eighth would pay $12. The ninth would pay $18. The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that’s what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until on day, the owner threw them a curve. “Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily bee r by $20.” Drinks for the ten now cost just $80. The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men – the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share’? They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same percent, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so: The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings). The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings). The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings). The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings). The n inth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings). The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings. “I only got a dollar out of the $20,”declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,” but he got $10!” “Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got TEN times more than I!” “That’s true!!” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!” “Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison. “We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!” The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. B ut when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

 And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.

Professor of Economics University of Georgia

 

It’s really been a while…

Filed under: english alphabet,yada yada yada — nixinne @ 5:24 hapon

updates…updates…

I am now happily married to Mr. Boyd!! It’s been 8 months when we got married. We still got our puppy. I went to a Philippines vacation last May and since then i have been at rock bottom on paying my bills!

So well, whats new about that…ive always had financial difficulties…ive tried and tried…

never been into drugs…never been into clothes or shoes or bags…never been into any buying anything expensive! Although i do have a couple of vices…buying movies and eating out… i do not know if that is what is killing me really…

i am down to my neck on credit and who i to blame??? me.

anyhow, done with my woes and worries… i have an iphone!!! love it!