The Hardest Part is Letting Go

Some people just won’t let go. They don’t let go because they cannot accept the reality that contradicts their desires.

Take the woman who is obsessively in love with a man. She is determined to have him no matter what the costs. She does not stop until she gets him. Problem is, sometimes she does not get him and that encounter with reality tears her apart.

It is amazing how insistent people in love with persons who don’t love them anymore can be. It is truly difficult for onlookers to believe what they are seeing.

I know of a recent case that is classic. He courted her. She was a very difficult woman but he loved her blindly. At least for a while. After a turbulent courtship, the reality of who she really was began to sink in and he started to pull back.

This is when things got very difficult. She stalked him. She would follow him. Exceedingly and irritatingly jealous, she would not let go. The more he tried to distance himself from her, the more she held onto him. And the more emotionally violent she became. Like a pit bull that sinks his teeth into you and holds on until you kill him, she refused to believe that he no longer loved her. Even if he told her so a hundred times, she would insist that he did not mean it.

She would say she knew he still loved her. There was still hope for reconciliation even if he insisted he wanted none.

When he fell in love with another woman, he did not tell her for fear that she would become violent.

She was a woman who always needed a man. She could not live without a man. Even if he existed only in her mind, still, he was a man and that was enough for her. Even if reality told her that she had lost him forever, she could never accept that. For her, there was always at least a flicker of hope. Even if she had only one chance in a million, she would say it was still a chance and there was hope. So, she would keep loving the phantom, the fantasy that convinced her it was real.

She is the kind of woman who is used to getting what she wants by the hook or by crook. Spoiled and self-centered she has a great difficulty understanding and accepting the meaning of true love. She would feel right at home inside Disneyland but a stranger in the parking lot outside the amusement park.

When at last mercifully reality won the day and there was no escaping from the truth, she went into deep depression and blamed him and all who opposed her for the collapse of the relationship. She could not see how she was mostly to blame for the fiasco. It wasn’t, of course, her fault. She loved him even as he turned away from her. She maintained that she was the victim even if few people agreed with her.

Distraught and inconsolable she remained depressed for months without having a clue about what had happened. It was all so sad, so tragic. But that is what happens when you won’t let go, when you refuse to accept reality.

love, now and always, 

I can’t DIE now!!!

Oh my GOD!!!

One of our Professors gave us a task to make our own obituary and it was really creepy. I realized, I still don’t wanna die. Actually, I’m not ready for it. 

I can’t yet cause I got 3 reasons:

(1) I’m too young to die. I haven’t proved anything in this world.

(2) I can’t leave my family yet cause they are all looking forward for what will be my achievements in the future 

(3) I haven’t told someone how I love him so much… and I can’t die without telling him cause I don’t wanna go back on earth to tell him coz it might just scare him L… 

Bu anyway take a look at my obituary… sorry I suck at this.. I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!!

   

Jamie Laine S. Meneses, age 19, died at Intramuros, Manila on Sunday, June 25, 2006, after a short illness.

She was born June 23, 1987, in the Town of San Miguel, Bulacan, the second of three siblings born to Jaime and Lalaine Meneses. She attended St. Paul College Grade School and graduated from School of Mount St. Mary High School in 2004. She is supposed to graduate College on 2007 in Manila Times School Journalism.

She grew up and lived most of her life in San Miguel, Bulacan. She moved to Intramuros, Manila in May, 2004. 

She is survived by her mother, Lalaine & father, Jaime; two brothers, James and Jamie. She was preceded in death by her great grandmother, Potenciana Evangelista, her grandfathers, Toribio Santos & Juanito Meneses.

Funeral services for Jamie Laine S. Meneses at 1:00 p.m., Wednesday, June 28, at St. Michael Parish Church. The Rev. Father Javier, will officiate. Entombment will be in Sta. Rita Memorial Cemetery at 4:00pm. Relatives and friends are welcome at the Funeraria San Miguel Funeral Home on Monday from 3:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. and at the church, on Wednesday, from 10:00 a.m. until the hour of services.

A memorial fund has been established in her name.

love, now and always, 

Love lives, Love dies

Every love affair has it’s lifetime. This that as long as it has a start it has a finish.  Some relationships last to the end of partners lifetime, some die soon after they started.

Love may start as the strongest passion but time passes and the storm of emotions calms down, relationships once so bright and full of surprises become routine. It drags on for a while and than comes crisis. A couple can either survive through it or fall apart.

Even when the love is gone it’s always hard to realise that you have to quit something once so good. There’s no certain way to decrease the sad feelings about falling apart. You may only try to stay civilised people about it and to let the one who’s leaving do it without making up grandiose scandals and hysterics.

Although some think that it’s better to stay enemies than friends because than you will have nothing to regret about and won’t execute meaningless attempts to get things back. But is it so right to ruin all the memories about the happy time two people have spent together with ugly scenes screaming and blaming each other in the worst sins?

It’s over when it’s over and sometimes it’s obvious that all is over. Two people scream and shout one at the other almost everyday, they have nothing to talk about and if they do every conversation turns into a quarrel, one finds faults with everything the other does, they both simply annoy each other. That’s definitely the end.   

The question is where the love’s gone. Nobody knows it. Maybe they’ve been spending too much time together and finally have started to bore each other. Maybe he has stopped telling her about his love and she has stopped feeling it. Maybe time has made the illusions disappear and the reality has turned to be not what they both expected. Maybe there was only passion and after it’s gone nothing has left. There can be plenty of those maybes. Every misfortune has it’s own face. It may even be that nothing is over but people need to take a little rest one from the other or try to diversify their relationships. In fact when each one of a couple is willing to fight to make love stay they’ll find the way to do it.

The real tragedy is when one still feels the love but the other is bored and wants to leave. If the feeling is really gone no tricks will help to keep the partner, sooner or later he or she will finally leave and those few more weeks together won’t make you happier. The only thing you can really do in this case is to try to get over him/her as soon as possible. That misery will pass as the happiness did.

Sometimes (and it specially refers to women) a man looses his interest to a woman because she has given up her job, interests, friends and etc. in order to become the part of his life, to be everything he needs. He doesn’t have to conquer her no more, she has stopped being a personality with her own life that he had once fallen in love with. If fact this is one of the general mistakes people do. They get too comfortable and stop fighting for each others love. And than when a partner starts packing bags they wonder where did I go wrong.

But still in very many cases lost love isn’t anyone’s fault. It is just the way things go. We should never stop believing that next time the feeling will be real and will finally last to the very end. We have no limit of times that we can fall in love and so although it’s sad to loose love, each time we do we should try to look at it as on the chance to find a new better one.

love, now and always, 

The Perfect Person by J. M. Whitaker

For as long as I can remember, I have been searching for the perfect girl. Since I was old enough to begin longing for female companionship, I have been on the hunt. I guess it started out as just a simple dream or fantasy, not unlike most of us. The strange thing about it was that it never stayed just a dream or a fantasy. The more people I dated, the more times I was let down, the more I hungered for that perfect person, the one that would fill all of my needs and desires, the one that would never let me down.

I dated girl after girl. Some of them were great while others got me into some trouble. Some of them made me laugh, but a lot of them made me cry. Through my journey, I found a lot of joy and a lot of sorrow, a lot of happiness and a lot of pain, but never the perfect girl. I had dreamed about her. Dark hair, darker eyes, a slim figure tinte! d golden brown from the sun. She had an accent and could play the cello. She would love to talk, but wouldn't expect me to talk too much. She would always ask me how my day was and would always have a smile on her face; absolute perfection. I began to devise methods in how I would meet the girls I would date.

I knew I wanted an intelligent girl, so I hung out in libraries and museums. I meet this real crazy girl at a library after school one day. She was smart and sexy and, well? crazy. I would rather not go into a lot of details about it. Let's just say she had some real deep-seated anxieties about our relationship and, consequentially, our break up.

I knew I wanted an artistic girl, so I went to music stores and coffee shops, I even tried a couple of classical concerts. I met this wonderfully cute girl who dressed really dark and loved to write poetry. She was great, we used to stay up all night long talking about the silliest things, but she ended up dumping me fo! r some guy who did drugs and rode a motorcycle. I got into a car accident with a girl driving a Pontiac Sunfire. She had no driver's license or car insurance, but she did have a really great smile and the prettiest hair. Instead of calling the police, we called in sick and went out to eat. We dated for a while but eventually came across an irreconcilable difference in opinions. She didn't always feel the need to come "straight home" after work. Okay, to be honest, toward the end of our relationship, she rarely came home at all.

Then there was the girl from the International House of Pancakes. She was an exact replica of my personality. I mean if you had met us both over some Internet chat room, you would swear we were the same person using multiple screen-names. Sounds sweet, huh? Have you ever considered marrying yourself? Have you ever thought about growing old together, just you and yourself? We both found that the whole idea of finding that "perfect person" was to find ! someone different from yourself to fulfill the empty spots within you.

I searched every where. I left no rock unturned, no leaf moved aside, but to no avail. After much pain and heartache, I began to believe that the perfect girl just did not exist. Then one day, I found her.

Her name was Malia. She was from Hawaii, raised in Italy. She wore silk pajama pants to bed. She had written a novel. She loved the beach and hated cats, just like me. She had silky, dark and curly hair that swayed perfectly if the breeze was right. She had a caramel colored body, etched out of a block of pure perfection, and her face was that of an angel. From the very first time I saw her, I could not seem to take my eyes away from hers. She was like a siren, calling my name, beckoning me closer to her, even when she was asleep. The attraction was complete, with no faults, no annoyances. Every time she spoke she mesmerized me and every time she moved she amazed me. She was... well, perfect. Oh, and did I mention

she played the cello?

We spent all the extra time we had together. We spent so much time together that we decided to move in together. We were paying rent on two places, but one of them was doing nothing but coll! ecting dust. We would sit on the porch when it rained and hold each other. We would lay on the beach and soak up a sweet combination of sunrays and pina coladas. Life was good. No, life was perfect and I knew it just couldn't possibly get any better than it was right then and there.

Two years later, Malia left me for a career-opportunity at a really

prominent university in Europe. There were no harsh words, no angry feelings, not even any sad good-byes. She was so perfect that if she wanted to leave, I wanted it for her. That is, until she was gone.

I cried for days, and began to drink for weeks after that. I felt as if my life was over, that the only reason that I had existed was gone, and every breath I took from that moment on was a futile attempt to hold on to something I later found I never had: The Perfect Love.

Malia was perfect. She was perfect in each and every single way, but I was not. Our love for each other was a deeply committed one, but it wa! s far from perfect. I know that now, but if I could go back in time to tell myself that in an attempt to save myself from all of that pain and suffering, I fear I would not have listened to myself.

I slept with many women, sometimes a different girl every week. I drank excessively and spent all of my money on temporary satisfaction. Anything to ease the pain. But the pain did not ease, it only grew stronger. It became a vicious circle of self-inflicted torture that eventually brought me to my knees and forced me to open my eyes to the real world. But not before it made me a bitter man.

I was wiser, but to this day, the decisions made left a coldness in my eyes that made my heart appear as lead to anyone who dared look. I became a loner, staying home on the weekends, saving my money for a healthy but lonely retirement, having accepted my fate. I was to be alone for the rest of my life.

Kathy with a K. Actually, her name is spelled Kathyrn. Quite peculiar, but I didn't think so until later. For the longest time, I never even knew her name. But she was a sight for sore and lonely eyes. I saw her at work. I was her boss (actually, I was her boss' boss) and did not want to risk the chance of even speaking to her. She was just too beautiful, and I had become a beast with a past too horrible to mention. I would just watch her as she passed my office every day. She didn't walk, she frolicked, and I would sneak out for a break whenever she did just to watch that frolicking. She smiled every time someone spoke to her, a smile like the early morning

sun, and her eyes were so dark that you couldn't see her pupils, only the glimmering from the light that made her eyes look like two bright stars. I was under her spell and I didn't even know her name. One day, watching her outside, I convinced myself to ask around about her.! Find out her name and maybe even find out if she was seeing someone. Just as I had decided that she spoke to me. Kathy with a K. She ended up asking me out, you know. I told her I couldn't that night because I had to work late.

Actually, I was too scared. I called her and asked her if she wanted to go to Starbucks after work the next day and she agreed. It turned out to be the most romantic night of both of our lives. We were both still pretty new in town and didn't really know our way around. I had no idea what I was going to do or where I was going to take her next so I winged it the whole way. Like I said, it turned out to be the most romantic night of both of our lives. It was perfect.

She was not perfect, but neither was I. We both carried a truckload of emotional baggage and we both had a mountain of flaws. But it was perfect. She would always forget to plug in her cell phone at night, but I would always remind her. I couldn't do laundry worth a flip, but she showed me how. She could never get to work on time, and she hated to drive, but we both had to be at work on time so I drove us both t! here. Whenever she was slacking I was always right over her shoulder, and when I would lose track of what I was trying to do, she would help to keep me focused. We complemented each other in every single way. Neither of us was perfect, but we were perfect for each other.

When you're out there looking for that perfect person keep these things in mind. People change, no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older you mature, and with each new level of maturity come different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at twenty could be the person you hate when you're thirty-five. You have to find some one who will grow with you, change with you, laugh with you and cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack, a person whom you can fill in for when they are lacking. But what about the perfect person, you ask? They do not exist. Even Malia was not perfect because the perfect girl in my dreams was supposed to stay with me.

There are no perfect people, only people who are perfect for each other.

You deserve to be happy not in the arms of someone who keeps you waiting but in the arms of someone who will take you now, love you forever and leave you never...

love, now and always, 

The Art of Falling In Love

When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn’t really matter who won or who lost.  What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! you know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you’re not part of it.

Everything happens for the best.  If the person you love doesn’t love you back, don’t be afraid to love someone else again, for you’ll never know unless you give it a try.  You’ll never love a person you love unless you risk for love.  Love strives in hurting. If you don’t get hurt, you don’t learn how to love. Love doesn’t hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow.  Don’t find love, let love find you. That’s why it’s called falling in love because you don’t force yourself to fall.  You just fall.  You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.

Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress.  It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.

The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don’t ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time.  To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.

Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart… the more when the person you “secretly” love doesnt care at all… or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.

Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you’ll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart.Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk, if you’re not ready to feel the pain, then you’re not ready to fall in love. There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love ‘coz every time we do, we get hurt, then i figured that’s why it’s called falling in love.

love, now and always, 

A Breakup Letter

[Insert name Here],

            In this life, we have to do major choices that will permanently change our lives. Mine hasn’t change since high school for I didn’t make any decision for myself... I always decide for what’s good for everybody. I’m still the same me... I never matured. I never grew. I always follow other people and not what my heart shouts out. I think I never made a choice because there is always a helping hand beside me. There is always someone who thinks for me. There is always someone who makes choices for me. There is always someone willing to take the responsibilities I must do. And in my life right now… It was you.

             You’re a very good person in and out. I thank God for you. You helped me in everyway you can. You carried my bag, cooked for me, burned a CD for me, wrote a letter for me, sang a song for me, love me, cared for me and made me stronger.  You’re such wonderful gift. With you I know there is always a helping hand to hold on to…

             You taught me many things like solving my math equations, being a good girl, and of course, how can I forget, you’re the one who taught me How to love. You made me a better person I am today. You taught me to be considerate, to control my temper, to ride jeeps, buses & LRT’s and how to walk longer…. You even taught me how to fly and to reach for my dreams. But you never taught me the harder things. It’s easy to say I love you but It’s never easy to say goodbye.

            I guess we have to be used to it now.

            We are now oceans apart, neither bridge nor telephone lines are enough to fill the space between us. We can’t fool ourselves—we can’t have unfinished fairytales waiting for happy endings. We won’t wait for our fairytales. We won’t wait for each other. No, absence does not make the heart grow fonder, absence makes the heart forget. It’s like a thief who visits us in the middle of the night to snatch what we feel for each other…

            We will be longing for each other soon… but let’s not be its prey. We have to grow. We will grow, but we will grow apart. I will come back “if” I can, but no promises will be broken for no promises will be made.

            Don’t beg me to stay… Love isn’t enough. Probably freedom and independence is…

Always,

Jamie

PS:

I trust you. I know that you wont destroy your life because of me.Let everything that happened be an inspiration for a good start. I care for you and remember, Caring is greater than Loving.

I tried to send it a million times...but I just cant click the send button... 

love, now and always, 

Unfinished Poems

I keep looking at your photographs

I keep on writing your name

I keep believing it's love we have

But now I keep is pain

I still remember what we use to have

I still want those yesterdays

I still miss your sweet kiss caress

But what I miss is not the pain

I will reminisce with your memories

I will stay you in this heart

I will dream of us often

But the pain will always start

I want to give myself to you

I want to prove my love is true

I want to be the one for you

But want I want is not for us two…

                                    

I will try to keep myself away

From the guy I use to have

He only breaks my heart in two

He only makes me sob

Stop telling your mewhereabouts

What you’re doing now

Whether you’re breathing in or out

Don’t ever try to welcome me

To remember us

And Those faces we used to be

I don’t need you now

I wanna save myself drowning

I’m gonna try  makin up my mind

I wanna make me fine..

love, now and always, 

1 to 21 Things to a Happy Self

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want

FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask,  Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility  for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

love, now and always, 

Love, Like Wind, Is A Force In Life

Love is like the wind. You can’t see wind, but you know if it is there. You can't control it, but you can harness its energy. You know wind is there because you feel it. What happens around you tell you that the wind is there. Wind is difficult to understand. It varies in strength and intensity. At times, it disappears, and you wonder if it will ever come back. Wind can be dangerous when it is out of control, becoming destructive, hurting and harming anything it runs into.

Love, like the wind, is a force in life. You can’t see it directly. Yet, you feel it in your relationships with others. You see its results, in kindness, or acts of affection, but you can’t see love, itself. You can’t force love. If you use force to try to get love, you are bound to lose it. To love out of coercion, threats, or fear, is not love, but compliance. Threats may be subtle, not in words, but with behavior or gestures.

You can harness love’s energy when, and if, it occurs. You do this by loving back in an accepting, non-controlling way. Nobody owns anyone else through love. Love is a freeing not an entrapping emotion. Love involves accepting someone for what and who they are, not what you want them to be.

To love is to make a choice, an emotional commitment to someone else. This is great in one way, but dangerous in another way. The more you invest in something, the more upset you are if your investment is lost, and the more you convince yourself you have the right to it, regardless of what others think. Love can become possessive, changing into jealousy and suspicion. A jealous person is obsessed with another person, but seldom takes a good look at himself, and doesn’t recognize that his destructive feelings are created by his own fears and inadequacies.

You harness love’s energy when you treat it right, when you give love the freedom to be, to exist in its unique and special way, not in the way that you believe it should or must be. You don’t control with love. You allow the other person to be himself.

You can’t create love. You can’t force it. Yet, you usually know when it is around. Love varies in intensity. Sometimes it is exciting. Other times it is calm and gentle. Recognize love in its many splendor forms. Avoid analyzing or chasing after it. Let it be, and enjoy it. Love may express itself in anger. A person may feel hurt and concerned, and their love and concern may come out as anger or rage. Love also has quiet times.

Valentines Day helps to focus on love and its importance in life. Love thrives when it is celebrated between people on a regular basis. You celebrate love when you give a loved one a hug, or say, "I like you", or go out of your way to do some little thing they appreciate, without their asking. Lovers develop their own personal ways of celebrating love and caring. Being the first to get up, leave your warm bed, and walking on a cold kitchen floor, to make a cup of coffee for your partner to have in bed, is an act of loving. Have you tried it recently? If not, think about it. After all, you can celebrate Valentines Day more than once a year if you want to, and in many, many ways.

love, now and always, 

Get HIGH with GRADES not with drugs

Psychoactive drugs are substances that act on the nervous to alter states of consciousness, modify perceptions, and change moods. They help people adapt to an ever-changing environment that’s why many people are attracted to those drugs. The three main categories of psychoactive drugs are depressants, stimulants, and hallucinogens. These three main categories have potential to cause health or behavior problems or both.

Depressants are psychoactive drugs that slow down mental and physical activity. Examples of depressants are alcohol, barbiturates, tranquilizers, and opiates. Alcohol is a powerful drug that acts on the body primarily as a depressant and slows down the brain’s activities. Barbiturates, on the other hand, are used to decrease central nervous systems activity. Tranquilizers reduce anxiety and induce relaxation. And Opiates or narcotics are consists of opium and its derivatives and depress the central nervous system’s activity.

Stimulants are psychoactive drugs that increase the central nervous system’s activity. Amphetamines, cocaine, MDMA (ecstasy), caffeine, and nicotine are the most widely used stimulants. Amphetamines are stimulant drugs that are used to boost energy, stay awake, or lose weight. Cocaine, an illegal drug, is highly addictive stimulant drug derived from the cocoa plant that produces profound feelings of pleasure. MMDA, or ecstasy, is an illegal drug with both stimulant and hallucinogens properties. Caffeine affects the brain’s pleasure centers, so it is not surprising stimulating drug found in coffee, tea, and cola beverages. After a headache begins, caffeine may be helpful in aborting headaches, so it is widely used in combination drugs prescribed for relief of headache. Paradoxically, using caffeine to excess or too rapid withdrawal from caffeine may cause headaches in some individuals. Nicotine is the main ingredient in all forms of smoking and smokeless tobacco. It is extremely toxic and causing irritation of lung tissues, constriction of blood vessels, increased blood pressure and heart rate, and, in general, central nervous system stimulation.

Hallucinogens are psychoactive drugs that modify a person’s perceptual experiences and produce visual images that are not real. Marijuana -- also called weed, pot, reefer, grass, dope, ganja, mary jane, and hash -- is the drug most often used in this country. It is a mix of dried, shredded flowers and leaves of the hemp plant (Cannabis sativa). Most users roll loose marijuana into a cigarette (called a "joint"). The drug can also be smoked in a water pipe, called a "bong" Some users mix marijuana into food or use it to brew a tea. Hash users either smoke the drug in a pipe or mix it with tobacco and smoke it as a cigarette. LSD is the most common hallucinogen and one of the most potent mood-changing chemicals. It is manufactured from lysergic acid, found in a fungus that grows on rye and other grains. LSD, commonly referred to as "acid", is sold on the street in tablets, capsules, and occasionally in liquid form. It is odorless and colorless, with a slightly bitter taste. Users refer to positive LSD experiences as a "trip" and to acute adverse reactions as a "bad trip". Users may experience panic, confusion, suspicions, anxiety and loss of control. Flashbacks also occur after they stop taking the drug.

Teenagers of today always want to be INside the world and tend to always fit “IN”. They want to adapt to environments changes, to try things others tried, and to simply live life the way they taught it should be. But being IN is not always going on and sometimes fitting IN won’t lead you in the right path.

Many teenagers of today use psychoactive drugs to improve or hide what they feel and to fit IN to the immediate groups of friends they can be with. But these can affect the nervous system, their behavior and the lives of its users.

After reading about these psychoactive drugs, I think teenagers should not use these drugs to be able to fit IN, to be IN and to live IN. These drugs can break lives. These drugs have bad effects and good effect but still I believe that these drugs should only be used if it is needed by the body to survive. And my final point, teenagers should get high with grades instead of getting with these drugs. 

love, now and always, 

Where Love Ends...

When we fail in our relationships, we ask ourselves what went wrong. There are times when nothing was wrong. Sometimes love just naturally fades away and this happens to people who are simply not meant for each other. I know it is difficult to comprehend why relationships suddenly take unexpected turns. But, it always happens. People we treasure are taken away from us for a reason . Sometimes we have to stop asking why and just accept our fate. If there is certainty in that end, then we should stop being bitter and just be thankful that for once, we have loved and shared our life.

Sometimes we are holding on to someone whom we think is still there but has really been long gone, or was just looking for a decent way out of your relationship. You know how men can get away with words.

There is nothing wrong in loving someone. You may be able to bear the pain when love begins to hurt. And when it hurts, you may still be able to give even more. You may be even able to love until it hurts no more. But what good does it bring you when the person you love shows no respect for what you feel and makes lame excuses for his inability to love you back. Love isn't love until you give away. But love will only have life when it is shared by two people who believe in its meaning, by people who share one goal, one commitment, and by people who are selflessly loyal to each other.

God's ways aren't always easy and painless. Some are meant to open our eyes to what we do not see. Some are meant to make us realize what we stubbornly refuse to understand. But all of them will always be meant to make us stronger and better persons. We just have to trust Him on that.

You may find your way to the farthest planet and still remember the one you love. Distance has little to do with forgetting. This healing should begin in your heart. Acceptance is the first step to recovery.

Once you have learned to understand that this is where it ends then it is the only time when you will learn how to move on with life without having to stop every time you are reminded of the bitterness of the past.

love, now and always,