Fake: One-dimensional. They see only their needs and is oblivious to needs of others. They often use you as a sounding board and you rarely get a word in.
Real: They are in-tune enough to sense your pain, your needs and are supportive. They are the type who listens attentively and with concern and interest. Each of you will have your time to vent and be heard. It won't be one-sided as it is with a fake friend.
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Fake: Makes fun of your imperfections, passing their words off as a joke
Real: Overlooks your imperfections and if you choose to improve yourself, they are encouraging and supportive. They may even join in.
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Fake: Will try to lead you down a destructive path
Real: Will encourage you to go down a constructive path. They will be by your side as you do.
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Fake: Asks to borrow money often and never pays you back
Real: Only asks to borrow money if it's a true need and always pays back in a prompt manner. Willing to lend you money, if need be
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Fake: Cuts you down quite frequently. You begin to wonder if they are jealous or very insecure.
Real: Builds you up and acknowledges your accomplishments, no matter how small. They are happy about good things happening to you as if they were happening to them. They aren't jealous, but encouraging.
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Fake: You feel like running from
Real: You feel like running to
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So, which one are you?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The Present
Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.
Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running!! Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present.
Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?
Each of us has such a bank. It's name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow."
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running!! Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed a train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask someone who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Think about it.
*Bee Gees' I've Gotta Get a Message to You playing while I'm typing this.*
Today is really a sad day. I don't know why. Have you ever got that feeling wherein you just felt sad suddenly? I was in McDonald's this afternoon with my friends and I swear everything was totally fine. My friends and I rode the bus and then they got off at their usual stops. I was left alone and that's when I started feeling gloomy. I was thinking about this someone who I think is really an angel. And because he is such an angel (I swear, he is!), I can't bring myself to get close to him. Why? Because I don't want to miss him later coz I know I'll never have him. I don't want to have him. The reason? I am not a good girl. I do some shitty stuff. And if I get close to him, I may just ruin him. I am a devil. He is an angel. If I get close to him, I may burn his wings and that will cause his downfall. I never ever want that to happen to someone who I like.
So yeah, that is all what's bothering me. Pretty simple and soft, I know. But hey! Nothing is simple and soft when it comes to love!
I'm feeling a little better now. Compared to the "problems" of other people, mine is so simple. I mean, other people are thinking about tougher stuff. It's winter and some people has nowhere to stay. It's already 10:54PM and some people haven't eaten their dinner yet, and maybe their lunch, too. Somewhere, a pregnant teenager may be thinking of aborting her child. Or a kid may be tempted to try drugs. See? Compared to other people, even though I am really heartbroken and sad, I am still lucky. Well at least my heart, even though it's broken, is still beating. And I have a roof above my head, I am still full, I am clean from any drugs and yes after doing this blog, I am going to lie down in my comfortable bed. Being heartbroken is way, way luckier than other people, don't ya think.
Oh well. *Jay-Z's Young Forever blasting from the speakers right now*
So yeah. There you are. Maybe I should stop over reacting from a brokenheart and just be thankful that I'm luckier than other people.
Today is really a sad day. I don't know why. Have you ever got that feeling wherein you just felt sad suddenly? I was in McDonald's this afternoon with my friends and I swear everything was totally fine. My friends and I rode the bus and then they got off at their usual stops. I was left alone and that's when I started feeling gloomy. I was thinking about this someone who I think is really an angel. And because he is such an angel (I swear, he is!), I can't bring myself to get close to him. Why? Because I don't want to miss him later coz I know I'll never have him. I don't want to have him. The reason? I am not a good girl. I do some shitty stuff. And if I get close to him, I may just ruin him. I am a devil. He is an angel. If I get close to him, I may burn his wings and that will cause his downfall. I never ever want that to happen to someone who I like.
So yeah, that is all what's bothering me. Pretty simple and soft, I know. But hey! Nothing is simple and soft when it comes to love!
I'm feeling a little better now. Compared to the "problems" of other people, mine is so simple. I mean, other people are thinking about tougher stuff. It's winter and some people has nowhere to stay. It's already 10:54PM and some people haven't eaten their dinner yet, and maybe their lunch, too. Somewhere, a pregnant teenager may be thinking of aborting her child. Or a kid may be tempted to try drugs. See? Compared to other people, even though I am really heartbroken and sad, I am still lucky. Well at least my heart, even though it's broken, is still beating. And I have a roof above my head, I am still full, I am clean from any drugs and yes after doing this blog, I am going to lie down in my comfortable bed. Being heartbroken is way, way luckier than other people, don't ya think.
Oh well. *Jay-Z's Young Forever blasting from the speakers right now*
So yeah. There you are. Maybe I should stop over reacting from a brokenheart and just be thankful that I'm luckier than other people.
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