Don't come swooning at this one, running for a copy in the bookstore just to have a taste of those butterflies fleeing about your tummy when you were in teeny high, like the ones I used to have even with the mere sight of my crush's extra-ordinary audio flippers!

This one according to FHM is not like that kilig you'll probably find when a Juday-Ryan pair up is in the mix. The title is part of the literary compilation of short fiction by Luis Joaquin Katigbak, which usually tells about reinvented identities, emotional conflicts and Wednesday afternoons.

Argh! Tuesdays with Morrie and first Friday masses for me. Maybe with this one, as I sense it would, will make us realize that love is not all happy endings. That love has many faces. That love can either make or break us. Or even reinvent who we are. Or just yet, pursuit for happiness does not rely on happy endings but happy struggles because happiness is not a destination; it is a way of life. We may find happiness but life doesn't end there. We move on. And in moving on, we meet failures and heartaches and more of pain's other features. And so our struggle continues. Life continues.

Happy endings?

I bet my head on that if you can find me… if there is such… in this realm, of course.

I can't wait until Sunday to blog my blessings. I just woke up this morning with a downpour of thoughts of things I should be thankful for. Well, if you've been reading through my blogs, there's a side of me that's slowly dying, of which I don't know what! So I was just so happy that upon opening my eyes, my real eyes can now see through an array of what are worth thanking for. Let me enumerate:

1. For the alarm that disturbed my dreamless night. It means that I'm still alive. That this dying thing within me is not who I really am. Whatever that means! Whichever it is… there is still hope. And I am not backing out from the fight.

Find out the other four in my new site http://marjo-lifeinamirror.blogspot.com

Hope to see you all there. I have also started a new topic for my e-book entitled Woman: Salt of the Earth and Light of the World. Join me in my quest as I invigorate my good and empower woman who seem to have lost their sense of being.

God bless everyone!

After reading that long narrative of Love in Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I am hoping against hope that this striking title he made out for this one is not as boring.

Let us see what FHM has to say:

It begins with the line, "The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin."

Ain't that suck! Yucky as hell! But if you wish to read on, just read on…

FHM continues:

This slim volume unfolds on this premise (the quote before my interruption… Oh well, I just wanna interrupt to garnish FHM's column with my own write-up!) made by an unnamed Colombian journalist (Isn't that pathetic? Writing a piece about some character with no name, like a horse lost in the desert which has no name? pardon me for my interruption… again!) and teacher – a slightly talented man (maybe he doesn't even know how to kiss and f*!), never been married (now I understand!), never been in love (a real asshole!).

Oh well (this is me, talking…), everything in the parentheses are mine. Then again, my interruption. I just wanna share my piece of thought as I read through the review. As I've claimed, a touch of my madness and spontaneity.

We move on… promise I won't interrupt. FHM says:

This one is a recounting of love found at unexpected time (…sigh…) and place (…sigh…sigh…), a novel that's said to be lifted from the author's own accounts (…more sighs…). Even after an absence of ten years in the literary scene, Marquez's style never falters (oh, well…). He throws in yet another masterfully crafted parable under his name.

First, I was dying to finish elementary and be a teenager… a high school bopper. Then I was dying to finish high school and start college. And then I was dying to finish college and start working. And then I was dying to marry and have children. And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could have more time for myself. And then I was dying to retire. And now, I am dying… And suddenly I realized I forgot to live.

This was just a text message from an old friend of which has caught my writing interest. I pondered on it for a while. And not just saved it on "My folders" menu but copied it a couple of times on separate notebooks. It's not that I have fetish for such (just a sort of…) but I find it as a good material for analysis… introspection… meditation… or call it self-reflection… heart-examination… and soul searching. Or it was just mere foresight that I am now to use it to share something good and of value with you today… on my blog… while I myself undergo what I usually tell my clients: "Reflect!"

Yes, I am reflecting… as always. Reading what nature wants to tell me, pretending to be a real alchemist, that is. Perhaps, it's just my imagination. Or worst, my hallucination – that I was brought here by the tides of time for some purpose. Like some cosmic conspiracy as I have always believed in.

I'm about to finish reading The Devil and Miss Prym by Coelho. And I realized, I don't have the expertise of Berta who can understand the signs nature brings or can talk to a dead love one warning me what omens are on their way.

Last Friday, I watched with the luxury of time the long break from school provided The Pursuit of Happyness casted by Will Smith. I may not have shed a tear, but only God knows how my heart broke as the episode unfolds. Whether the movie was right or not; or happiness is spelled with an "i" or "y"; or happiness should really be pursued or not, I find myself that part of Chris Gardener's life as being true for me – "Running!"

A couple of weeks ago, I received a forwarded mail from my Uncle Albert whose in the US. I had no time to open the attachment though because it was 2.5MB long. I saved it until last night. Got hit by a railway truck a hundredfold. Because the content goes:

(Note: As for Miss Prym and the movie, I'll save that for another entry tomorrow. Or next week.)

We convince ourselves that life will be better once we are married, have a baby, then another.

Then we get frustrated because our children are not old enough, and all will be well when they are older.

Then we are frustrated because they reach adolescence and we must deal with them. Surely, we'll be happier when they grow out from the teen years.

We tell ourselves, our life will be better when our spouses gets his/her act together, when we have a nicer car, when we can take a vacation whenever and wherever we would like to, when we finally retire.

The truth is, there is no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?

Your life will always be full of challenges. It is better to admit as much and to decide to be happy in spite of it all.

For the longest time, it seemed that life was about to start. Real life. But there were always some obstacles along the way, an ordeal to get through, some work to be finished, some time to be given, a bill to be paid. Then life would start. I finally came to understand that those obstacles were life.

That point of view helped me see that these isn't any road to happiness. Happiness IS the road.

So enjoy every moment. Stop waiting for school to end, for a return to school, to lose ten pounds, to gain ten pounds, for work to begin, to get married, for Friday evening, for Sunday morning, waiting for a new car, for your mortgage to be paid off, for spring, for summer, for fall, for winter, for the first or fifteenth of the month, for your song to be played on the radio, to die, to be reborn… before deciding to be happy.

"Happiness is a voyage, not a destination. There is no better time to be happy than… NOW! Live and enjoy the moment."

-         Author unknown

This is just half of the whole 2.5MB message from my uncle. But I will cut it from here. I will head on for another reflection. But as of the moment, this is my struggle.

I am seeing right before my very senses the fight happening between my good and my evil. Of which I would feed, I know would win. And I'm not sure, in this time of my life, which am I feeding.

As I read all over my notebook of quotes the text message from my friend, I feel something within me dies.

When I turn page by page Coelho's book, I can sense something in me is invigorated.

As I concentrated watching Gardener's life, that something inside me is aroused – one with pride, the other with loathing.

While I wrote Uncle's message in my blank sheet, an impression begins to stir in the deepest recesses of my being.

And even as I tap the keyboard of my pc for this entry, the uproar within me persists.

Until when?

I'm not sure.

And so thus, my REFLECTION continues…

Hey! I'm done and over with him!

As a matter of fact, ours had a closure, unlike that first love I was talking about. Ah well, on my part, that is.

                                                        ……………………………Silence…………………………

Oooopsss!!! That was a touch of my madness and spontaneity. Surely I know I wasn't talking about Dexter my past but of a character in the selection by Jeff Lindsay.

This book gets you closer to the way of thinking of a brutal serial killer. Like FHM puts it, this thriller in a way introduces you to the belly of these psychotic beasts flaunting their cunning, deceiving side in the open. It lets you on his slaughter sessions, his rituals, and how his evil mind works. Though the book does not only focus on this evil side but also on the frailties of a more human perspective in comparison to other psychopath tales.

Oh well, at least, no matter how dark the memory comes creeping in, Dexter always had that number one spot even in my list. Geeeezzzz!!!

 Sounds sooooo romantic!

Conceited?

Perhaps.

But don’t get me wrong. I’m not man-izing, whatsoever. I’m perfectly in love and contented with my husband and I patronize monogamy.

“Hope I can have you!” is just my usual outburst if I see ........................

See who?

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Gentle Woman

Gentle Woman, quiet light

Morning star, so strong and bright

You are chosen by the Father

You are chosen for the Son

You are chosen from all women

And for women, you're a guiding light.

Gentle Mother, peaceful dove

Teach us wisdom, teach is love

You are chosen by the Father

You are chosen for the Son

You are chosen from all women

And for women, you're a guiding light.

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"10% of conflicts are due to difference in opinion; 90% is due to wrong tone of voice."

A Woman knows this fact, thus, she does not rely on wisdom alone; she makes use of her calm, too.

She does not enter into a dispute with a raging thunderstorm but with the serenity of an early morning breeze. Then she opens her heart with her own reason and listens to the other's. In the process, she discovers that the pain of her opponent is far greater than hers.

Read on... and find out how a woman unfolds right before your very eyes. Visit my new site more often http://marjo-lifeinamirror.blogspot.com

Have a grand day everyone!!!

All the atoms the cosmos is made of has conspired to lead the Woman to her dreams.

She lay there on the grassy fields counting the stars and they said, "Let's dance in all majesty that we may entertain her." Then she marvels at the beauty of their rhythm.

Then the grass felt her presence, they said, "Let us emit our most fragrant dew that she may feel the velvety moist soothing her senses."

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Hope you visit my new blogsite often.

God bless everyone!!!

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.

Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.

She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"

Find out what will happen with this encounter between a Woman and a Game Warden at http://marjo-lifeinamirror.blogspot.com

Read on... be proud to be a Woman!

Rejoice that you've been born from a Woman!