"I Love You"

This is a sad story about a love you doll. Heard about it from a friend and loved it 'til now. Hope you share the same sentiments we have.

I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…

“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.

“I can’t”

“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me.“

No… I am going to meet a friend…”

He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…

Then one day…
Me: Um, Jin, I …

Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..

Me: I love you.

Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll

and go home.

That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…

Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.

Me: Jin…

Jin: Here…take this…Again, he handed me a little doll.

Me: What’s this?

Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.

Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?

Jin: Today? Huh?I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”

Jin: You have something to say?

Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…

Jin: What?!

Me: Tell me

I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday

After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.

Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?

I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…

Me: I don’t need it.

Jin: What….why…I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.

Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.“I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…

Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!

But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…

Honk~ Honk~

With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.

“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.

“Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.

That’s how he went away from me. That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.

Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…

“One…two… three…” That was how… I started to count the dolls…

“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls.

I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…

“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls,shocked.

“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.

“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.

“I love you~”

“I love you~”

“I love you~”

Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…

“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”

The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…

For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life….

Give your child emotional commitment

by Mommy & Me


Spend focused time with child early on, and you'll lay the groundwork for a lifelong relationship based on mutual respect and understanding. All children face social, academic, athletic, and personal challenges as they grow. You will want you child to feel comfortable confiding in you, and you'll want to be able to communicate honestly with him or her in return. To get to that point, you must invest the time now, while your child is young. Although it is never too late to start building trust, the sooner you begin, the stronger the bond between you and your child will be.

The mothers who come to my classes are well aware of the challenges of raising children. "I want to be a good mother," they'll announce. I tell them that I agree with child psychologist D.W. Winnicott, who said that there is no such thing as a perfect parent, but that most of us are "good enough." Instead of trying to be perfect, I encourage parents to aim for emotional commitment by following these simple guidelines:

1. Say "I love you" to your child at least once a day. Remember those bumper stickers that asked, "Have you hugged your kid today?" Make sure your answer is always “Yes!”
2. Encourage your child's efforts in constructive activities, and praise him or her frequently.
3. Observe your child. Notice his or her likes and dislikes, and talk to your child about them.
   Help your child cultivate new skills and interests. With so much media available, it's up to parents to make sure their children have hobbies that don't require a mouse or a remote control. Children who can't entertain themselves are easily bored, and bored children often get into trouble.
4. Involve yourself in your child's life: learn the names of his or her daycare friends, get to know his or her teacher, ask about a picture he or she drew. Show that you're interested in your child’s world.
5. Most of all, give your child your undivided attention for a certain amount of time every day. When your child sees that you are truly interested in him or her, your child will feel valued.

None of us is going to be a perfect parent. We'll all yell at our child (sometimes in public), make promises we can't keep, and tally up our mistakes in the dead of night. Think of these guidelines as preventive medicine to help keep your relationship with your child healthy!

Are you ready for LOVE?

Author Unknown


A good relationship isn't a game you play or an ego trip you take. It is about love and two people. Loving someone can give us the greatest joy we can ever know and it can hurt more than we can believe too. When it does not really hurt when that person did something disappointing to you, but really hurts when you see that person in pain and sadness, then you know you truly love that person.

Loving someone means you should be ready to experience heartache and happiness at the same time. That's the reward and that's the risk. Unless we are willing to experience it, we will never really know what it's like to love and be loved.

Sharing love is probably the most valuable and meaningful experience a person can ever have. And there's a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. It's the difference between a love that's fickle, wild and short-lived and one that's tender and passionate, nurturing and lasts a long time. The first is easy. The second, the one that really matters to all of us, takes work -- because it's about keeping a relationship.

Loving someone takes efforts. We have to be able to communicate with each other. Nobody can read anyone else's mind. We always presume that our partner knows what we think and feel. Maybe in time we might be able to predict or sense each other's thoughts but it's never perfect and takes time to develop.

Getting the chance to love and be loved by someone is blessed. Respect him/her for who he/she is, and not what you want him/her to be. Everyone is pretty and special in his/her own special way. No one is perfect. It is true love which closes the gap of imperfectness to form a smooth surface of acceptance for each other. True love sees and accepts a person for who he/she is. It is also true love which makes a person change for the better.
The power of true love to a person is undeniable.

A relationship needs commitments too. What is love without commitments from each other anyway? It's like principles and values. Everyone has them but they only mean as much as we are willing to stand for them.

The same goes for our commitments to relationships, and the person we love.

"Love is like an antique vase. It's hard to find, hard to get, but easy to break."

Every day everywhere, people fall in love ... but just how many of these relationships are self-sacrificing love, and not just relationships which are formed only for the intense feeling of falling in love? I know hundreds of friends who say the magical words "I love you"... but more often than not, the truth is just -- I am IN love with you. There is a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. If a person says he/she is in love with you, he/she means that he/she likes you for who you are now and he/she fell in love with you because of the present you.

This kind of love is temporary and lasts only as long as the fairytale lasts. When fairy godmother comes in at midnight to whirl us back to reality, we see the heartache of such a relationship...where both were only IN love with each other.

But if a person says he/she loves you, he/she means that he/she loves you unconditionally for who you are now, who you were in the past and who you might be in the future. When he/she says he/she loves you and really means it, you have to ask yourself if you love him/her too or if you're in love with the idea of being in love. It is very hard to see the difference through logical thinking. Let your heart guide you. May you be blessed on your soul-searching journey for your soulmate.

Friends In Love

A guy and a girl can be just friends but at one point or another one of them will fall for the other, maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late or maybe, just maybe...forever.

I Asked God

Claudia Minden Weisz


I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No. It is not for me to take away,
but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No. His spirit is whole,
his body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No. I give you blessings;
Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No. You must grow on your own!,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No. I will give you life,
so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said....Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

The Essence of Being Single

All your life, you had specific dreams about what your family life would be like when you finally married. You were so intent on what you wanted, you even made a list of qualities and characteristics you were looking forin a spouse, in a home, in your job, in your children. But time passed, and that person you were so intent on didn't come along. All of your friends are married, had children, and had beautiful homes.And still you are single.You prayed and prayed and prayed for that personto come along, but nothing happened. You had a good job. You served in your church. You spent daily time with the Lord in prayer and studying the Word.


You dedicated your life to serving God in every way possible, but still nothing. So you decided to take matters into your own hands, and you began an active search for a mate. And within a short period, you met someone who almost fit the bill. Almost. Sure, there were a few things Missing, a few rusty spots in that person's character.But, after all, no one is perfect. Maybe your goals were too high. Maybe you'd been asking for the impossible. Maybe this was the person God wantedfor you so your character could grow through dealing with his or her failings. Even though it often seems that God is slow to answer prayers, no matter whether it's about a mate, or a job, or our children, or ourfinances, or anything else, we have to remember that God doesn't wear a watch.

Nor does he look at our human calendars. He sees with eternal eyes. He operates on an eternal timetable, according to His plan and His schedule.If God seems to be running late, don't get impatient and run ahead of him.Wait for the Lord's timing in everything.

To the single folks out there, especially for you "Tigerbarb"! Single means you have the time to grow and be the person you want to be. Single gives you space to grow.Sometimes, it is harder to grow when you are too close to someone.
Trees are planted far apart so they can spread their branches and become strong as they mature. Single means learning to live by you.

However, that is no more difficult than learning to live with somebody else. Single means freedom. You are free to spend a week's vacation on the beach, to take computer courses, to work late on an interesting project, to spend the day in bed with a good book or simply with a person who has read one.
Single means learning not to need a man/woman to make your life Meaningful but learning to live with a man/woman because you want to be with him/her.
Single means that sometimes you will wonder why you will bite your lip and feel wistful and wonder if marriage is better.

Ironically, yet quite happily, single is feeling good bout being in Control of your life. It is liking and respecting who you are and why you are.
Single is realizing that being married is not necessarily better, it Is merely different. Single means that there could be something wonderful around the corner and you can take advantage of it. Being single means you are free to love again.

Marriage & Relationships - Humor

Bumper sticker seen on a cookie delivery truck:"Driver carries no money; he's married."

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Do you know the punishment for bigamy?Two mothers-in-law.

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I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back

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After a quarrel, a husband said to his wife, "You know, I was a fool when I married you."

She replied, "Yes, dear, but I was in love and didn't notice."

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The Dog & The Funeral

A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery. A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a pit bull dog on a leash. Behind him were 200 men walking single file. The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?" The man replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my wife." "What happened to her?" The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her." He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?" The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her." A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men. "Can I borrow the dog?" "Get in line."

Send In The Clowns

Clown, performer, usually in a circus, who plays the fool, performs practical jokes, and does tricks to make people laugh. Other names for clowns include buffoon, jester, fool, comedian, conjurer, tumbler, harlequin, comic, and puppeteer. Although there are many types of clowns, each clown develops a “face”, meaning a performance personality. A clown’s face, once established, becomes the clown’s unique personal property.

But why does some child scared of the clowns? Based on my experience well not exactly mine but my kids, they are not fond of clowns. There’s this birthday party yesterday (July 17, Sunday) where Patrick and Patricia was invited. After going to church and eating lunch, the two were excited to go to the party but I told them to take a nap for a few hours because the party will start at 2:30 pm. Eager to go to the party, the two take a bathed, put on their clothes and hurried down the stairs and to the front gate. As we slowly enter the venue, the two suddenly took a stop at the entrance and seated at the bench until the clown calls for everybody to take a chow. Maybe the two was scared of the way the clowns look because like not what’s on the picture, the clowns in the party was not professionally good looking. But in fairness to the clowns, even if the two was outside, I could still see in them that they were entertained well enough to heard them laughing at their practical jokes. After eating, the clown announced that they will perform magical tricks, so Dad and I convinced the two that it would be fun. With the help of their cousins… finally the two agreed to seat down and watched them performed. The two was surprisingly fantastic, because they stayed for hours overwhelmed with the clowns practical jokes and tricks. As we go home, you’ll hear Patricia saying, “Mommy, hindi na ako takot sa clown, binigyan pa nga n’ya ako ng candy.” I hope they won’t be afraid of the clowns next time.

Small Blessings

Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day

With little time to stop and pray

For life's been anything but calm

Since You called on me to be a mom

Running errands, matching socks

Building dreams with building blocks

Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes

And other stuff that children lose

Gitting lids on bottled bugs

Wiping tears and giving hugs

A stack of last week's mail to read

So where's the quiet time I need?

Yet when I steal a minute, Lord

Just at the sink or ironing board

To ask the blessings of Your grace

I seen then, in my small one's face

That you have blessed me

All the while

And I stop to kiss

That precious smile

Becoming a Woman

Matina Weeks

I couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen. Sitting in the corner of the living room with a couple of high school friends and gabbing away, I dropped the comment, “Well, for me, I definitely don’t want to ever have kids.”

“Matina! How could you say that?” my mom interjected from across the room. Oh gosh, I thought, I didn’t think she was listening. “Don’t you know what it means to be a true woman?” she went on, as I tuned her out and rolled my eyes to save face in front of my girlfriends. “OK mom, whatever…”

But that phrase kept haunting me. I knew for sure that I didn’t want to do what I saw all of the women around me doing: getting married and having baby after baby with no time left over for themselves. I was going to go somewhere in life, no question about it. I devoted all of my energy to art, spending hours pouring over books of paintings by great masters. On a trip to New York, to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I stumbled across a figure entitled (if I remember rightly) “Mother Earth” – a well-rounded, buxom woman sitting with her broad feet firmly planted on the ground and cradling a small child. I stayed for a long time in front of this sculpture, unable to tear myself away. As I stood there, I felt a little nagging doubt that maybe I was missing something. I was, at the time, ambitious and arrogant, driven, and flirting with an eating disorder. The depth of womanhood represented here shook my little world. My mother’s question echoed in my head.

But it didn’t last long. I was sold on the modern image of womanhood: intelligent, successful, and of course, sexy; and I did all I could to become that way. I left home, went to college, and on the surface I did fine. Underneath, though, even if I hardly dared admit it to myself, my life was in shambles. I was rapidly losing any sense of right or wrong. Addicted to flattery, I flitted from relationship to relationship without a thought for the heartache and torment I was causing. Eventually I came home, broken and confused, and wondering where it had all gone so wrong.

It was then that my mother’s question took on a life of its own. Confronted with my own blatant shallowness, I began to look for answers. Perhaps, I thought, there is something in what my mother was trying to tell me so long ago. How many of us women long for something more than what Madison Avenue—or the local shopping mall—has to offer? How many of us are frustrated with trying to live up to the demands of a society that dictates our lives right down to our body size? How many of us become aggressive and commandeering out of self-defense? Is there another way?

The answers I started getting were no easier than the questions had been. I began to feel that the only truly liberated woman is the one who is open to fulfilling God’s plan for her life. And I was afraid that that was the image of womanhood my mother had been trying to point me to. I felt certain that it would mean loss of control over my life. And once I lost that, what would keep someone from taking advantage of me? After all, I had taken advantage of countless people before….

Over time, I realized that my entire mode of operating would have to change. Being womanly was not a cop-out, something only for those who couldn’t keep it all together. It was the hardest and noblest undertaking that I could imagine. My survival techniques had to be dismantled. For a long time I had suppressed the desire to be a nurturer—to show love—as a threatening one. Vulnerability was never high on my list of sought-after qualities, but now I found myself embracing it rather than rejecting it. I realized that perhaps one of the greatest strengths of a woman lies in her sensitivity and care of other people, not in her control of them.

There were a lot of things I had to unlearn, and at twenty-four I can’t say that I’ve gotten very far. But I have definitely set out on a different road from the one I was taking in high school. I still find myself fighting with the need to assert myself, to win every argument, to run over men who don’t show strong leadership.

Friends have helped me a lot. A close friend confided in me that she can distinctly remember how free and proud she felt when she gave up maintaining her perfect image. “It was so good to step out and know that guys weren’t looking me up and down checking me out. I felt like I had just removed myself from that whole game, and I could finally really relate to people again.” Another friend told me she had decided to live up to the example of her grandmother, and found she needed to give up a lot to do so. “I had to surrender my need to achieve, to be equal with men, to diet. But,” she went on, “in a world where our little girls see no other options than to grow up as submissive, adored objects of desire or aggressive commandeering she-wolfs, I am determined to let them know there is a third way.”

As for me, stepping out of the usual stereotypes hasn’t been easy. I can’t stand aloof and ignore the injustices that gave rise to the notion of feminism and its varied expressions in today’s world. Whether women see themselves as victims or controllers, it doesn’t really make a difference—no one can deny that there is a huge rift between the sexes that needs to be reconciled. But even if it is an unpopular point of view, I think the only way that rift can begin to be healed is if we women recognize that we are not guiltless. We need to change too.

As much as men fail to respect and honor the women around them, we need to see that we fail them too. We need to stop looking at men for what we can get out of them and at how we can wrap them around our fingers. We need to begin to see them as brothers and co-workers. Only then can we demand that they treat us with the same love. And then, perhaps, we will be able to put aside our old fears, and find a new freedom: the freedom to listen to our own consciences, and to become more fully human.