My Tarot Card for this week is: The SUN

This card indicates that I should enjoy myself more by spending time with family and friends and celebrating occasions. If I'm not doing this, then this card tells me that I should.

The Sun generally indicates good news concerning children, and can herald the wonderful gift of the conception or birth of a much wanted child, so if you are hoping for or planning to start a family, look out for this card in your readings. It is a card of good health, joyful emotions and lust for life – for me it represents the very essence of life at its best.It is our ability to let our own inner sun shine that can make such a difference; we are naturally drawn to people who are happy and positive - those with a ‘sunny disposition’. When you can transcend negative thoughts and feelings, and instead think and feel more positively, it creates a totally different energy.

From: [ http://lotustarot.com ]

I promised that from now on, I will stop the drama in my life. Maybe it's time that I take on the real world for once and avoid the darkness inside me. That way, I can live my life more and truly make up for my past mistakes. But no matter how hard I try, the damage of my sins will never be healed.

I learned from Mr.Antonio that what made the Preachers of Christianity different from the Pagan shamans was that the preachers were repentant for their past sins and they are truly involved in their society. Maybe we can learn from them.

Montezuma's Revenge, cool term huh? Actually it's another name for diarrhea that foreigners experienced while colonizing other countries. Montezuma was an Aztec King who was captured and killed by the Spaniards (I think) and later that day drank the water in that land which was unsanitary and so, they all had diarrhea which was then coined as "Montezuma's Revenge".

Last Song Syndrome:D

People will always come and go but their memory shall always live on...

No more memories... Please... I don't want to be reminded of the awful things that you said.

Sure, there were good times.. but our last convo changed everything...

All those insults... they struck me even though I didn't want to listen. Somehow, it's true in a sense, but not all of it...

From the way I see it, I'm not the only one whose narrowminded...

I never knew you thought of it that way... and for that, I shall never forgive you...

I banished you away from my thoughts...

Is love the handsome face of the dream boy?
With his perfect features that radiates with angelic light. He's so goodlooking that you think that God is a woman because there is no way that a male God would ever create a man that goodlooking. Congratulations, you found the living epitome of Narcissus.

Is love the song of bard?
With his sonorous voice that fills the air. His perfect notes makes you shiver with glee while he serenades you as if he's caressing your very soul.

Is love the moves of an actor?
With his realistic movements that can imitate anyone from a lowly peasant to a majestic emperor. His voice, oh that speaking voice! So powerful, yet gentle displaying strength with a touch of gentlemanliness.

Is love the beautiful body of a model?
With his large biceps and washboard abs. He goes to gym everyday and watches his diet. The ere thought of touching him excites you, tingling your bones with anticipation.

Is love the skills of an athlete?
With his fast moves and high jumps. He can run circles around his opponent and none can do slam dunks like him. Someone you can be proud of.

But how about the simple men? Who have no real talent, no atheltic ability, and is not exactly Brad Pitt. Will their true love be thrown away just because of your unjust human standards? You should be ashamed of yourself...

.The cool breeze of the tagaytay wind felt like hands of ice that slowly and softly caress my face, enveloping me in a arctic blanket of comfort. It was so peaceful. As if the Mother Nature herself sensed my troubled soul and voluntarily lent a hand to comfort me. At that moment, I felt like as if I blended with the world.

Then I saw a group of flowers. Some have bloomed, some have withered, and some never bloomed at all and died. A thought suddenly came to me:
The flower that bloomed took some time to get to its state yet in the end, he joyfully reaps his reward which is beauty.
The flower that withered was the future state of the flower that bloomed. However, even though he died, he lived a fulfilling life for he bloomed for awhile and achieved his purpose. One can say that he was happy.
However, the flower that never bloomed was the most tragic of all. There he was, bending in sorrow, like a droplet of tear that is eternally trying to fall, he symbolizes the very emotion of regret. He died without even trying...

If I would be given a chance to choose, I would be the withered flower. For even though he is already dead, he lived a fulfilling life. As a withering flower, I will gladly shed each petal signifying my upcoming fall. But in evey petal I shed, I shall remember all the hardships and the pain that people have thrashed upon me, all the words and insults that hurled, and all the obstacles that presented themselves, and I shall laugh at them for I know that I got through each and everyone of them.

Feel the victory in the gauntlet of life: the gauntlet where the arena is a dangerous bridge with you in the middle. Your adversaries; the people with hurtful intentions attacking from your right and temption lurking to backstab you from the left. IMagine conquering them all...

P.S. The most painful state of living is remembering the future... the future that shall never happen.