Eureka!

Eureka!

How to lose a woman you deeply love who's just not that into you...ILLEGALLY catch her "cheating" and LET HER KNOW YOU KNOW by helping her get away with it.

ROFLMAO! Now that was good. Whew! Free at last!

After Passion Runs Out

something is on my mind...help me find answers...

if one no longer has passion for the things one is doing, should one continue to do them out of a sense of duty?

e.g friendship, relationship, marriage, fellowship with God, fellowship in a particular church, fellowship with general Christians, fellowship with particular Christians, a particular career, a particular job, sex with a spouse, taking care of a good mother, taking care of a bad mother, blogging...

when is it OK to walk away when passion drys up? if its OK at all...

Not Built to Break!

I am listening to Whitney Houston's new track "I didn't know my own strength".

This line has give me something to meditate on: I was not built to break.

I am proud of Whitney. She used to be my god-mother. Still is. I once wrote her a four-page letter when i was much younger. A letter i never sent. Lol.

I used to pray for her. I am glad my prayers were answered. I pray that the glory of her latter house be greater than the former.


Whitney was not built to break. The Christian is nt built to break. I am not built to break. Enough said.

One Post At A Time

I have almost forgotten the beauty of blogging. Life interrupted me. But thanks to my best blog buddy, Pea, who keeps reminding me i still have a story to tell.

Besides the rush hour that my life has become since my latest promotion, maybe another reason i don't blog as often, is the fact that the current rhythm of my life has not exactly been a song-and-dance. More like a Capella.

It feels like I am presently at a place where i am walking beside still waters. And yes, i do feel like it is He leading me beside the still waters. Yet there is a silence that is lonesome. And that unnerves me a little.

I guess I can only live one day at a time, one post at a time.

More...plus other randoms

1. Recently i have been wanting more. More than what i feel/think/believe God has given me. Is that good or bad?

2. i miss doing real time with paula, my first blog friend.

3. i love miss attractive. but like Tyler Perry said, maybe i have fallen in love with someone who was only supposed to teach me something.

4. i want my hunger and thirst for righteousness like i had it back in my university days.

5. i want to go sky-diving.

6. i want to get married.

7. i want to make love.

8. i want more of everything.

Words from Hers for Me

Yay. Talk about motivation for me to blog. :)

Erm... 6am ramble: You have written many original lines. They are just not on your blog yet. You are so about to burst forth and comfort someone with the comfort that God has comforted you with. Smell the roses. Then please tell everyone about them, and where to find them. Your write is not lost. You have not even begun.

I am getting random pictures in my head. (Am I asleep? *pinch* lol)

Once upon a time, a little boy noticed that his mother and siblings were thirsty. He was thirsty too, but was not thinking about it.

When he was wondering how he was going to get water for his family, he remembered his friend, an old man who dwelt by the river. The old man and the boy were friends. The boy knew that if he carried a cup and went to the old man, he would get water to give his family.

So off he went.

The old man already knew he was coming. He sat the boy down and told him that he must drink some water and eat some food before he takes some to his family. The scorching heat had tired him, and the distance was too long for his thin legs (sorry, the boy in my head really does have thin legs, lol). He sat and ate, and the whole time worried about his family. The old man told him not to worry. "Your mother and siblings will not die. The hope of your return will keep them alive."

When the little boy was full, the old man gave him plenty of food and a large container of water to take to his family. "Make sure you bring them back here," he said firmly to the boy.

Or something, lol. I will probably delete this when I discover how little sense it makes.

DIlemma of A Nice Guy

I am sitting where eyes can see me. I am sitting with two beautiful gorgeous women on either side of me. The kind of women the other guys want to go out with me. We are talking and laughing animatedly. I can sense the wrath directed at me. These are the women that all the men would like to go out with. And they think i am going out with one of these women.

Unfortunately.

The animated conversation that i am having with these women is about the guys they like and the guys that are tripping for them.

So am there, the envy of all the other guys, when in reality, am just the friend that these women feel so comfortable with that they can discuss their love interests.

Oblivious of the fact that am crazy about one of them.

The dilemma of a nice guy...