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Showing posts with label Love Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Story. Show all posts

Sunday, November 24, 2013

In the Blink of an Eye ~ Enduring Love

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Date: Sun, Nov 24, 2013 at 5:35 PM
Subject: In the Blink of an Eye
I just finished reading 'In the Blink of an Eye' my brother-in-law lent me.

'In the Blink of an Eye'
~ by Hasso & Catherine von Bredow
~ An inspiring and true story of enduring love

 

 


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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Story ~ My Wife Wanted Me To Take Another Woman Out

Someone posted this in Facebook.

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Story ~ My Wife Wanted Me To Take Another Woman Out
Sat, Sep 14, 2013 at 12:14 am
(22 hours ago via mobile)

We see this Day in and Day out.. It's a true hard fact of life. We never know what we got till its gone..

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally
. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

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Friday, December 09, 2011

Mother's Day & Positions Of Power

A lovely "Mother's Day" story... and a lovely quote at the end...

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'We depend 
on the moral courage 
of those in positions of power 
to advocate for the dignity 
and best interests of those 
that are vulnerable.''
~ Christine Farmer, May 7, 2011

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A joyful Mother's Day for some is one of lost childhood memories for others
Photo Caption: Condemned by society for having a child out of wedlock, Lyn Kinghorn says Mother's Day is a sad reminder of the 20 years she and daughter Christine spent apart. 
~ Photo: Luis Enrique Ascui

WHAT do you say to the daughter who left your arms as a baby and returned to your life a young woman? How do you recover 20 years together that you were deprived of? The reunion is no fairytale, says Lyn Kinghorn. But you can try, at least, to carve a place for yourself in each other's lives.

Mrs Kinghorn is part of a generation of unmarried women coerced into giving up their babies for adoption - a practice that was routine, mainly between the 1950s and 1970s, and is now the subject of a national Senate inquiry. Society condemned these women for having babies out of \wedlock. Tomorrow, Mother's Day will be another sad reminder of loss.

The inquiry has received more than 200 submissions. Some women say they were given drugs to make them more submissive and to stop them from breastfeeding. Many weren't allowed to see their babies. There are stories of signatures being forged on adoption consent forms, and cases of suicide. Some women had their own families turn against them. Many now want an apology. There are now grown-up children still traumatised too.

The Senate committee was due to report at the end of June. But the inquiry chairwoman, Greens senator Rachel Siewert, says the response has been so substantial it is likely the date will be extended. ''It's another group of Australians that suffered as a result of government policies,'' she says. ''There's overwhelming calls for an apology and the committee will be carefully considering it.''

In Mrs Kinghorn's case, it was 1963. She was pregnant at 16, a mother at 17. She and her boyfriend wanted to keep their baby. Her parents told her she was a bad girl, and drove him away.

She gave birth to a girl and got to spend a week with her in hospital. Then, she was dragged screaming from the hospital by a nurse and separated from her baby. ''I didn't want to leave my baby,'' she says. She turned to another nurse for help, who put an arm around her and told her: ''Go home and be a good girl.''

They told her if she loved her baby she would give her up, and she would have a baby of her own one day. ''My mother said if I didn't sign the consent my daughter would grow up in an orphanage and how could I be selfish to do that to her?''

She married someone else, still distressed, and had four more children, never forgetting her first. ''When there were photos of my children there was always an empty spot,'' she says.

When her first child was 20, she found out her name by accident - Christine Farmer. She and her husband began trawling through the electoral roll. Her husband found her.

Their first meeting was tense and anxious. ''I still believed I was a tramp and all the things I'd been told and I thought she would be too beautiful and too perfect to want to know me,'' she says. ''It took probably 10 years of having contact with her before I could breathe properly when I was near her.''

Where many reunions are fraught, theirs has gone well. Twenty-seven years after reconnecting, they are still in each other's lives. ''We value what we have, rather than dwelling on what we don't,'' Ms Farmer says.

Her birth father had given Mrs Kinghorn a necklace and earrings that she kept, always wanting to give them to her daughter. Ms Farmer says she was raised by caring parents, but they had always told her to keep the adoption a secret. ''Growing up I was expected to pretend I belonged to the parents that raised me,'' she says. People would look at her and search for physical similarities with her parents that didn't exist.

She understands what happened to women of her mother's generation, but it doesn't repair the damage. It has made her cherish her own children even more. ''History has taught us that we can't trust government policy,'' she says. ''We depend on the moral courage of those in positions of power to advocate for the dignity and best interests of those that are vulnerable.''

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Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Till My Heartaches ~ by Carol Banawa (Lyrics)

Got this song from a Filipino Movie. Nice song.
Don't worry... although the movie is in Filipino, the song is in English.

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About The Song ~ Till My Heataches End

The movie's theme song which is a revival of Ella May Saison's hit back in the 90′s was sung by Carol Banawa.

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This is the official music video of the song:
Till My Heartaches ~ by Carol Banawa
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Lyrics ~ Till My Heartaches ~ by Carol Banawa

I recall when you said that you would never leave me
You told me more, so much more like when the time you whispered in my ear
There was heaven in my heart
I remember when you said that you'd be here forever

Then you left without even saying that you're leaving
I was hurt and it really won't be easy to forget yesterday
And I pray that you would stay
But then you're gone and, oh, so far away

[CHORUS]
I was afraid this time would come
I wasn't prepared to face this kind of hurtin' from within
I have learned to live my life beside you
Maybe I'll just dream of you tonight
And if into my dream you'll come and touch me once again
I'll just keep on dreaming till my heartaches end

And then you left without even saying that you're leaving
I was hurt and it really won't be easy to forget yesterday
And I pray that you would stay
But then you're gone and, oh, so far away

[Repeat CHORUS] Woh oh yeah

[Repeat CHORUS]

[Ending]
Keep on dreaming till my heartaches end…

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About The Movie ~ Till My Heataches End
by Ria Limjap | Published: November 02, 2010

Allow me to gripe about the notions of romance in Pinoy romantic comedies. I've sat through about ten of them this year—that's roughly one rom com per month. Usually I have to sit through it alone—who am I kidding, I always sit through them alone—clutching my parmesan popcorn in the dark, surrounded by droves of giggling colegialas and their loyal gay BFFs, random couples on a date, and old ladies. Often I find the audience more interesting to watch than the movie itself, but I tried my best to concentrate on this one. 

Directed by veteran filmmaker Jose Javier Reyes, this romantic comedy is about a lonely girl named Agnes (Kim Chiu) and an ambitious boy named Paolo (Gerald Anderson) who "fall in love and fall out of love."  Fortunately, they picked a hot, young love team and surrounded them with fantastic character actors so the movie is relatively easy to watch. Unfortunately, the microphone taped under Gerald's tight white shirt was visible more than once. That wasn't easy to watch. I'm pretty sure those weren't his nipples because the wire was visible, too.

Kim Chiu is as cute as ever in her innocent doe- eyed way, but the character she plays is only Maria Clara on repeat: sweet, simple, subservient Pinay. She wears pearl studs and cardigans, she cries on her pink cell phone when she fights with her boyfriend. Kim looks the part perfectly, down to the delicate gold cross pendant hanging from her swanlike neck. But Agnes cries a little too much for my taste, perpetuating the stereotype that women cry all the time. In a token fighting-in-front-of-the-gate scene, her hot stuff boyfriend Paolo accuses her of exactly this and Agnes promptly starts crying.

Meanwhile, Gerald Anderson's Paolo is a poor boy with a lot to prove. From working odd jobs, he becomes a successful real estate agent, selling luxury condos with his sales partner Leah (super tan Desiree del Valle) who is always dressed more like a party girl than a realtor. When Paolo's lifestyle and attitude change, he has no more time for the conscientious Agnes, who's reviewing for her board exams. He has a fling with his co-worker, and takes it out on his doormat of a girlfriend. Paolo is a macho man in the making, with just enough boyishness to make him endearing. But he's already boorish and insensitive—discussing his relationship woes in a strip bar with beers and pole dancers in the background—but  poor Agnes loves her boyfriend so much she turns into a possessive nag, driving him into the arms of another woman, someone more sexually aggressive, emotionally supportive, and easily available.

By now you know that it is kind of inevitable that Paolo cheats on Agnes—the only real action that drives the story forward.  The movie is told in gossipy flashbacks, which is a clever device, but still not enough to give the story real backbone and pathos.

I'm sure a legion of fiercely loyal Kimerald fans don't mind watching their favorite love team go through the motions of first love, that is, "hold on to a relationship that's bound to end" which eerily echoes the recent controversy surrounding them. Has the Breakup Banner been raised over the house of Kimerald? Fans, discuss. 

Whatever the case may be, I'm sure the popularity of these two hardworking young actors will only translate to plenty of ticket sales—which is really the goal anyway. 

But perhaps my biggest gripe about this movie was the title song they picked: Till My Heartaches End, a very cheesy ballad from the nineties. Go, sing along. I know you want to do it. I did.

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Here are some alternative listening:
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Till My Heartaches ~ by Ella Mae Saison
Sounds like a very high-tenor singing this song.
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Till My Heartaches ~ by Carol Banawa
03 ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrSfI4Nj-yE
Here's Carol Banawa again... this time with Lyrics flashed on the screen.
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