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Not-the-Usual Valentine Ideas for Dummies

For a change, you can try conceptualizing the not-the-usual thing for your valentine date.  

The key word is “plan” ahead.  To some people as my self, ideas come into my mind while I am on my way to work or after office while on my way home.  We may be different.  It doesn’t matter as long as you plan in advance.    Below are some common suggestions (the best is something you think and plan yourself because no one knows how to please your partner better than you):

  1. Better to think of a “tesear” type of gift before your valentine’s date.  One suggestion is to give her a romantic novel as Nicholas Sparks pocketbook or the like… a day before your date.
  2. Choose a not-the-usual venue where you plan to dine or whatever you are planning to do that evening.  It’s up to you if you want to do it in the comfort of your home or somewhere different.  It need not be expensive and extravagant, though I see nothing wrong about it if you can afford.
  3. Better to exert some effort like you yourself will cook, write a poem… you think what is the best thing to do (conceptualize).
  4. Expect heavy traffic in most commercial areas during that day, so better plan your route.  It’s up to you if you want to celebrate on the 14th or do it before/after.
  5. There are romantic secrets your partner wishes you knew.  Most partners are not comfortable telling it so you better find his/her secrets.
  6. Appreciate and thank your partner for all the thing he/she has done for you and the relationship.  Pray for her.
  7. Make her smile.  Make her laugh.
  8. Give a not-the-usual gift.   Same with what I said at number 2, It need not be expensive and extravagant, though I see nothing wrong about it if you can afford.
  9. Flowers and chocolates are still effective but you can give it in a more creative manner, for a change.

10.  There’s more but you should research it yourself before the said date.  You can also learn from other suggestions but analyze if it fits in your relationship. 

Please do not depend too much on what you can get from the internet, Hollywood movies or articles.  You know your partner and your relationship better so plan what you think is best for your relationship.  Pray for wisdom and use your common sense. 

Dear John knocks Avatar

Who would have thought that Dear John would have beaten Avatar from the first chart? There were reports from Sony Pictures distributor that “Dear John” made a $32.4 million opening in the U.S. and Canada, against Avatar who only made $23.6 million.

Records shows that “Dear John” was the biggest debut for a movie and it overtake “Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds,” which started with $31.1 million in 2008.

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Love Quotes

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud…” –The Bible.

“Grow old along with me!” –Robert Browning

“Where there is love, there is life” — Mahatma Gandhi  

“You don’t love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.” — Anonymous 

“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it’s what you are expected to give — which is everything.” Anonymous 

“If you love something, set it free; if it comes backs it’s yours, if it doesn’t, it never was.” — Richard Bach 

“The best proof of love is trust.” — Dr. Joyce Brothers 

“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.” — H. Jackson Brown Jr. 

“Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again – this is the brave and happy life.” — J.E. Buckrose 

“You may conquer with the sword, But you are conquered by a kiss” –Daniel Heinsius 

“If music be the food of love, play on” –Shakespeare 

“Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.” –John Dryden.

“Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.” –Lord Byron

“Love is the true means by which the world is enjoyed: our love to others, and others’ love to us.” — Thomas Trahern.

“Never close your lips to those whom you have opened your heart.” –Charles Dickens

“Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.” –Charlie Brown.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” –Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“The hottest love has the coldest end.” –Socrates.

“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” — Mother Teresa

“True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.” –William Butler Yeats.

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Dear John…

Nicholas Sparks is superb!  I just can’t understand why many people who watched the film Dear John seems very disappointed.   Most pinpointed the changes done in the story to give way to Directorial treatment.  This could be the Director’s dilema when people first read the novel, especially if the author is as known as Nocholas Sparks. 

In the past, Mr. Parks and the audience both thank the people behind the film for not changing the way the story was written.  This time the audience complaint of the changes or the director’s treatment.  Better watch the movie first, in fairness to the Director and those who made the film from screen writer to cast and crew. 

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Men these days are no longer that afraid to marry a woman more educated or has higher income than himself.

Surprisingly, many men these days are no longer that afraid to marry a woman more educated or has higher income than himself. 

“Men now are increasingly likely to marry wives with more education and income than they have, and the reverse is true for women,” said Paul Fucito, spokesman for the Pew Center. “In recent decades, with the rise of well-paid working wives, the economic gains of marriage have been a greater benefit for men.”

The analysis examines Americans 30 to 44 years old, the first generation in which more women than men have college degrees. Women’s earnings have been increasing faster than men’s since the 1970s.

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Best Kind of Love, The

Best Kind of Love, The
  by: Annette Paxman Bowen  (excerpt article)

I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.

“I’m young again!” she shouts exuberantly.

As my friend raves on about her new love, I’ve taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.

When my friend asked me “What will make this love last?” I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. Yet there’s more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply being together.

And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a “pot of gold ” (my cooking kettle) and the “treasure” of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow.

There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids – and even him-to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.

There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens – we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I’d read it.

There is forgiveness. When I’m embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug and said, “It’s okay. It’s only money.”

There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it’s been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman who’d had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the woman’s husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of the medical crisis. Because there were still people who have been married 40 years. Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.

There is faith. Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after divorce. On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer’s disease on her father-in-law’s personality. On Friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. I hung up the phone and thought, This is too much heartache for one week. Through my tears, as I went out to run some errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus outside my window. I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played. I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house. The bride, dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends. That night, I told my husband about these events. We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us going.

Finally, there is knowing. I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper every night; he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box. He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my head; I’ll lock us out of the house at a regular basis, and I will also eat the last chocolate.

I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable. No, the sky is not bluer: it’s just a familiar hue. We don’t feel particularly young: we’ve experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies, and created our memories.

I hope we’ve got what it takes to make our love last. As a bride, I had Scott’s wedding band engraved with Robert Browning’s line “Grow old along with me!” We’re following those instructions.

“If anything is real, the heart will make it plain.”

The Best Kind of Love

I thought I already knew the meaning of love until I was told of this unique, yet unparalled love story.   

The year was 1992 in the town of Cavite, Philppines. The place is near the sea, so you can immagine that most of the jobs there are either fishing or factory work.  

One ordinary day, a certain factory worker got illed and could no longer report for work due to his health condition.  He was already bed ridden.  Let me call him Freddie (not the real name).  He can be compared to a paralitic as he could no longer stand.  His illness was hernia.  But due to lack of finances and medical attention, it got worse due to complications. He just lies on his bed day by day.  Worst, his wife and family abandoned him as they could not bear his condition.  Previouly, people around him care to serve him but began to vanish one by one as times go by.  He was left alone in a garage like dog.  But at least, someone bring him food on a daily basis.  I was told that I won’t believe how pittyful his condition was.  On the same bed he lays is his waste and urine flow and it accumulated already.  His clothes and undergarments were unreplaced in months.  Surely, you can’t breath normally if you where there, as told.  His condition was too bad and his condition was worst than a shackeled animal. 

In that same period of time, my brother visits the location for a Christian mission work on a weekly basis.  Freddie’s condition caught the attention of a certain young man in the factory (my apology, I can no longer recall the name of that young man but he attends where my brother serve as his two friends).  The two were more known as Marcing and Boy.  Marcing was the one who told me the story.  

The three did not waste time; they immediately went to Freddie’s place to at least share Jesus.  Actually, they were neither Pastors nor a church worker.  They were only ordinary attendees then who were burdened of their duty to share Jesus to less fortunate.  Upon entering the area where Freddie is, all of them almost vomit but they controlled their stomach in respect to Freddie’s condition.  As described, it was the most gruesome scenario they’ve been through as told.  Undescribeable, as they said.   Before they could start to speak, Freddie uttered curses and the worst bad mouth anyone can say.  He was too angry with his family, himself, to the world and to God.  But later, he let them share the Bible.  Nonetheless, no expression of acceptance whatsoever was seen.  Afterwards, they left and each went on to their different homes.  No one speak a word till they separated, as per Marcing’s recollection.  But the next day, they meet again.  Each tells the same heavy burden within their heart that they could not bear.  They all agreed that preaching was not enough.  Later they just decided to go back.  

Freddie was surprised to saw the three young men returned with cleaning tools and alcohol.  The three ask his permission to clean him and his place without strings attached.  Upon his ok for approcal, one sweep the floor with broom and map.  Another fixed the things and cleaned the dust.  Marcing decided to fix Freddie and his bed.  Marcing said that Freddie’s garments were too dirty and his body emits undescribable bad odor.  He undressed Freddie for a while to clean him from head to toes.  Marcing could not believe what he saw.  Freddie was too thin as if he is already a skeleton.  Nonetheless, he controlled himself for Freddie.  Marcing also said that Freddie’s whole body was so dirty; he saw the dried human waste under Freddie’s but flowing to his legs with traces of urine.   Marcing himself could not believe what he did.  Nonetheless, he humbly admits that they are doing it for God.   Later he changed Freddie’s clothes and combs his hair.  Freddie began to smile as they uttered jokes how handsome Freddie that day.  Later they temporarily moved Freddie on a chair to clean and fix his bed.  Each of them continued doing what should be done.  One replaced the curtain.  The other burned the garbage.  Marcing washed the dirty plates, glass and utensils.  He even called Freddie’s attention while cleaning the stained drinking glass.  Freddy uttered, “No, I don’t drink through it but urinate.”   To his shock, Marcing said that he almost drop the glass.  He thanks God that he did not.  Marcing humbly admitted that they could not do it without God, as no one can. 

Before they left, tears began to drop on Fredie’s eyes.  Marcing calls it, “tears of joy!”    No more curses and bad mouth words were heard since they returned.  Freddie thanks them and told them that they have done something no religious visitor or any of his family members have done.  Because of their action, Freddie accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior although no sermon or preaching has been spoken.  No religion was discussed either.  As I said earlier, the three young men were only rdinary young people and they were just on their early 20s then.  

Minutes passed and they said good bye.  Upon leaving the area, it was only then they noticed that there were people watching them all they long.   Marcing said that although they differ in status and religion, you will see in the eyes of the people their respect and amazement.  

Three days later, their companion Boy had a dream that Freddie died already.  It was confirmed so they visited.  Marcing remembers that they saw the people who are there especially the wife and family members could not stare at them in shame.  They could not believe they were that known and respected.  Although no clapping was done, the warm appreciations in the eyes people were obvious.  And though no preaching was made, the people believed because “kind action” and “sacrificial demonstration” speaks louder than any religious teaching.  Truly, in many cases God is glorified and is made known because someone demonstrates his faith in sincere action, personal testimony and simple act of kindness.  This I believed is the best kind of love. 

Note:  Marcing is now Pastor Marcing Prim. His wife’s name is Carmen they have one son.   They moved to another area but still within Cavite Philippines.  Ptr. Marcing is currently pastoring a Church to where he and his family settled (his church is affiliated to In Christ We Live Family Christian Center), where most of the attendees were poor fisher folks and farmers.  If anyone wishes to contact him, you may request of his contact details to my e-mail: denissalvatierra@yahoo.com 

Cavite Philippines is the same province where the 2009 CNN hero Efren Penaflorida also settled  and serve (same with recent Nobel Peace Prize finalist who educate poor Filipinos about their rights).