He Doesn’t Serve God !!

I'd like to tell you a story, about true love
It's very informative and has an interesting cast.
So pay close attention, it's sad but true,
And don't ever think this can't happen to you.
I met him during lunch break on a sunny day,
He sat next to me and smiled, as I was about to pray.
We talked on and on. He was such a gentleman.
I wished that this moment would never end.
Ah, but then it came to be the end of my lunch hour.
I tell you when he stood up, he looked just like a tower!
We met again and again. Our souls began to cling.
I pondered in my mind, "Is this the REAL thing?"
He doesn't smoke or drink, or gamble away his money.
He don't do drugs or things like that and he's nobody's "honey".
Let's face it, he's fine and he's really got a great "bod".
The only thing that's missing is he doesn't serve God.
I'll just give him a chance, he'll change in time.
I won't mind being "his", if he'd like to be "mine".
My friends tried to warn me. I didn't listen or care.
Little did I know my life would be one of despair.
The wedding was fine. The judge married us in the fall.
You see, I couldn't have a wedding in a Kingdom Hall
My dad, no, he didn't give me away.
With the pain in his heart, he didn't have much to say.
Mom, listen to me, please don't cry and whine.
Don't worry about us, we'll be just fine.
I've got a good man and he has a good job.
The only thing is, he doesn't serve God.



Everything is going fine, but recently at night.
When it's time for the meeting, we just fuss and fight.
He says, "Who's this God, breaking us apart
Don’t go tonight dear, please follow your heart.”
So I listen and stay, to keep peace at home.
But now oftentimes, I feel so all-alone.
I don't associate with the friends much at all,
To keep peace at home, I don't go to the Hall.
Service and Meetings, all that's history.
Today, I decorated my first Holiday Tree.
The holiday celebrations are now part of my life.
You see, I must obey my husband, for I am his wife.
The brothers would call. I wouldn't answer the door.
I don't read the magazines. Reading is such a bore.
Marrying out of the Truth, it really sets you "free".
"Free" from Jehovah's love that once was in me.
I just got the news! I'm having a "little one"!
I can hardly wait to tell my dear "Hon".
He was in a bad mood. He lost his job that day.
He told me as he hit me, "That's just one more bill to pay!"
Then he apologized, "I'm sorry, please forgive me Dear"
You see, I've heard those words more often than I'd like to hear.
I have two jobs now. I must support my household.
My husband says he'll find work, but now that's getting old.
I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm feeling very strange.
My schedule at both jobs, I'll have to rearrange.
I should be very happy, the baby is due any day.
Things just have to get better, somehow, some way.
I 'm married to this man, for better or for worse.
The only problem is, he doesn't put Jehovah first.
The baby came today, she's so little and so light.
She's not crying or making noise, something's just not right.


"What could be wrong?" I thought aloud as I lay in bed.
In came the doctor looking sad, and then he shook his head.
"Mrs. Unbeliever," he said, "there's something I must confess."
You and the baby tested positive to the new HIV test.
I started crying. I couldn't believe the words the doctor said.
To know that in a very short time, my child and I'd be dead!
Listen to me! All of you! I'm telling you to your face!
To marry an Unbeliever, is a TOTAL DISGRACE,
To Jehovah, our loving father, who provides for his sheep.
That's why he sets the guidelines for us to hold and keep.
Wait on Jehovah. In his due time He'll set things straight.
Be patient, and He'll give you a Theocratic mate.
One who loves Jehovah and you know that he'll do right.
One who'll be there with you when it comes to "Meeting" night.
An unbeliever has nothing to offer - really nothing at all
But unhappiness, sadness, sorrow, and a very serious fall.
So be wise my Sisters, and please don't try to rush things.
Wait patiently on Jehovah, and accept the blessings he brings.
Don't look to worldly men as mates, at your job or at the Mall.
REMEMBER! Brothers that serve Jehovah are at the Kingdom Hall.

-Author Unknown-

THURSDAYS

I love Thursdays!! Maybe even more than SUndays..mm..no wait-i guess they're equal.It's amazing how midweek meetings are like an oasis after a long journey in the desert.Being in the world from Monday to Wednesday does take its toll-whether you're aware of it or not,you somehow have been 'contaminated' in one way or another.

I entered the KH today with a lot on my mind (me and my thinking sessions again..lol) but everything suddenly seemed to disappear the moment I entered
the KH! I couldn't help but smile.Seeing a lot still in their work uniforms, obviously tired from a day's work, probably with bigger problems than mine but
still wearing their wide smiles.Kids tired from all their school work still sitting quietly with their mums and dads waiting for the meetings to start, singing
along with the kingdom melodies.Then there's the deaf-bearing all the ridicule they get from their classmates and threats from teachers and happily conversing outside the Hall.Our 'poor' elders and MS faithfully giving their parts-you can really see how physically tired they all are but they still walk up that stage over and over again and give their best!(sometimes even losing their voices onstage out of pure fatigue:( Their effort sometimes makes me wish I was a guy, just so they could sit and listen without going on stage for once!

It just made me think:I've been sleeping(trying to) whole..ok mm..half of the day.Am not tired from any job, no projects, deadlines etc on my mind.No persecution or threats from anyone.No major parts to deliver, and here I am feeling like I'm carrying the worlds' problems!In fact my so-called 'problems' are probably mere concerns brought about my thinking too much-nothing compared to what others are facing."WAKE UP EMILY!WHAT ARE YOU FROWNING ABOUT?TRY AND MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL-PUT ON THAT SMILE AND FIND SOMEONE TO ENCOURAGE!!"

Thursdays are my time to put things in perspective, get the dose of encouragement I need to cope with the remaining days and realize what a wonderful spiritual paradise we have.^_^

The sweetest thing

I think I've already mentioned that despite how hmm...'hard' and unemotional i might seem, I actually do have a sweet part of me.Promise!You wanna know how sweet?Well, here are some things I've done for people-not necessarily guys ok?;)Most are things I've given people...(not every single thing, just the ones I consider the sweetest;)

>a watch, wrapped up with a note inside

>a notebook with a cute quote inside

>key chain with a name and text engraved

>polo,necktie,vest etc..lol

>a box of brownies with a card inside

>delivered ice cream to their door

>pair of earrings

>dress-grad gift

>sent electronic cards (lots)

>wrote little notes (I guess i express myself better in paper...)

Hmmmm....Can't really think of anything else right now.Don't worry, I'm gonna add to that list to include the corniest things you can imagine!lol.One thing's for sure "there is more happiness in giving then in receiving."The simple smile or thank you that you receive is worth more than money can buy!:) Giving stuff is kind of my way to say things that would be mm..too corny? uneasy to say.It somehow like engraving yourselves on peoples' minds.:)

On the other hand, I've promised myself to be more careful with my 'gift-giving' sprees(with the opposite sex i mean) .why?Let's put it this way: if you don't
have a 'right' to-better not."Right"-some kind of valid reason to give someone, good enough for you to accept the fact that it'll make them feel special ie. relationship stage.Why?It's too hard to explain(or maybe I prefer not to)lol.Just take it from me ok?Yep, "Action speaks louder than words".Only make sure you're saying the right things with your actions coz actions have some
consequences that words may not:D

I'ts complicated

Our issue for the night with my office mates was about the 'it's complicated' thing.(i duuno how we came to that-love must be in the air..lol) What exactly to people mean by that?Yes, there may be very many complications in a relationship but I'm talking about when they put it as their 'status'? There's single-no connections, 'in a relationship'-has commitment, 'engaged'-very serious relationship,going to get married and "married"-lifetime commitment. Where does the 'it's complicated"come in?Maybe they're not sure where they stand (in that case, why not put 'single' as a status!)I think sometimes it's all about not being able to say 'you're in a relationship' for whatever reasons-people would be against it, you don't want everyone's eyes on you etc-but also not wanting to be 'available'. Solution? Say it's complicated,this way people won't easily 'try' anything and you'd be somewhat honest-admitting you have something going on. But doesn't saying things are 'complicated' just give raise to more suspicion?Maybe some people simply want to make 'issues', give people reason to contact them, they probably enjoy the attention.In my opinion, if you have 'it's complicated' as a status-you're very indecisive (no offense).Anyway, I'm not Billy Gates to have all the social networking sites erase that status option am I?lol But I can promise you, I'll never ever have that as my status! If i do, you can lock me up if you like..:D

Fight for love?

It's common for people to say you have to fight for love.That if you really love someone you won't just let them go, you'll fight to have them stay.I think fighting for 'your' love makes more sense, doing everything you both can do to keep your love alive-still fighting.But as for the 'if you really love someone, you'd fight'?Nope.How about the song or is it quote "if you really love someone, you'd let them go and if they return, you'll know they're really yours".Makes more sense to me.If you truly love someone, you'd only want their happiness, even if it meant not being with you:( It's very selfish to 'fight' for someone who wants to leave. Think:would you be able to get over the fact that they wanted to leave?But how about letting someone 'slip out of your hands'?I think it depends.If you let them 'slip' because you feel they'd be happier without you,that's unselfish right?But who's to say they'd be happier without you??Them right? Or how about the famous 'i'm not good enough for him/her' line? Again, who says you're not good enough?!I think many have lost a good chance at love because of this 'low self-confidence' notion. True, they might be 'better', more mature, or whatever than you in some way, but that doesn't mean they need or even want someone of that caliber!Compatibility remember?So, please don't use that line anymore ok? ;) Never think someone's 'too good' for you unless THEY say so or somehow hint so.Why?You just might be walking away from someone who actually likes you and doesn't one bit think they're too good for you!-big loss:( I think many people over-estimate or 'idolize' people who in fact view themselves as 'normal', nothing special,It's others who label someone as 'too good'not that they think so much of themselves or anything.My point?It's not for you to say who's 'too good' for you;if they thought they were, it'd show (ie.they wouldn't like you in the first place). Conclusion:Don't fight for love, let go if you have to but make sure not to 'burn your own bridges'.xox

Childhood memories

Everybody has unforgettable childhood memories, it's nice to sometimes look back and reminisce those good times and laugh at some of the stupid things you did.I've been blessed with a wonderful childhood, full of adventure.I'm getting very forgetful lately, in fear that I might wake up one day with no memories of my past, I've decided to make a list of some things I did when I was a kid that I remember vividly.

>Our farm with no electricity.There were many trees, we had cows, goats and I think pigs( I'm talking about age 1-2 here).Then there was a rusty bus right in front of the house and a well on the right. Further down were banana trees and a stream.On the left I remember a guava tree that I used to climb.Inside the house we had I think two bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room and a bathroom.We all slept in the one room since the other one became my playroom (it had no roof yet)I remember playing alone then with my bro, probably because I was the only child during this time.What else do I recall??Snakes!! Papa always had to check the house when we returned from meetings with a torch to make sure it was 'safe'.Many times there was a snake in one of the rooms and we had to creep in and quickly enter our room and lock it.The snake was gone by morning. I think sometime in our stay at the farm, I ate a field mice roasted by one of our helpers-it was yummy like chicken:D. Then there was the long, long, dark scary road we had to pass before getting to the 'highway' (we were 20km away from the city)!

>Next, I remember our other house (where first bro was born). This was the time we were you could say 'rich'-Papa was a manager!. Dad was really fat (but fit) and our house had a rose garden and lots of mango trees in the backyard. We went to fine dining restaurants often (all company paid).This is also when i remember playing with my fafa in our lawn every time it rained!(my bro was too small to join us).Also had lots of Bethelites visit us often-my parents close friends.

>Then moved again to the city.I'm grade two or so by now.That's were my green and yellow uniform comes in.(soo green even my socks!lol).I was very timid, the smallest in the class, often picked on (not many memories here)....hmm..oh there was the sneaking out of the window to play during nap time..hahaha.(we never got caught;).and the climbing the mango tree to get to the neighbors house! Then the racing to the end of the street, playing hide and seek in empty lots, throwing baloons filled with water at each other.Making sure to get be clean and in doors by 5:00 (cartoons time).

>Then another move to a little bit farm area..I like this part;) I become the teachers' pet, 'smartest' in the class..hahaha.Walked to school every day (a 30 min walk-no transport) on a dusty road but with trees and nature all around.Always had snakes cross by in front of me!I never ever played or owned a barbie and didn't have many girl friends. My buddies were my bros and the neighbors kids (all boys), me being the only girl( I didn't think I was a girl though..lol) We used to play soccer with our home-made balls bare feet off course ( our yard was sooo big!!) Stealing mangoes from trees was a fav pastime too. Then there was going 'hunting'(still barefooted) in the tall grass outside our yard (looking for 'Blacky'-our pitch black cat who always wondered around).Only the 'big' ones were allowed ie.me, my bro and eldest neighbor(my age mate), the rest stayed at home playing 'kids' games.lol We got really far with our 'hunts' but never feared getting lost.:) It's also this time I got my first,no it was my second love letter!lol from?My age mate, bestfriend neighbor! I was a very late bloomer you see, never thought of 'boyfriends','crushes' even if I was around grade 6 or 7!Anyways, that destroyed our friendship-I mean how could he ask me to be his girlfriend??We were buddies ie. I was a boy.lol.This is one of my greatest regrets, not mending our friendship/relationship before we left for the Phils:(( If I could turn back time, this is what I'd change for sure!!


Well, so much for my time travel.At least I can safely say I had my full share of a happy childhood.Did you??.^_^

Sweet Vs. Corny

Here are some sweet/corny (depending on how you look at it) things people have done:

>"...I pulled out a dollar and wrote in big block letters “SMILE” and laminated it. I drove up to his job and placed it on his truck.."

>"...I drove over to his work and put Hershey kisses all over his car!.."

>"..He had cut out 21 hearts- 20 each said "5%" on one side and on the other, reasons why he loved me such as "your smile." The biggest heart hanging at the entrance to my room said "22%" (my favorite number) and "I love you for being you..."

>"...I wrote my absolute love of my life a really sweet poem all about the things we have done this year...and read it to her..."

>"...I pulled forth a dozen white roses with a single red rose in the middle of the bunch. Attached to the red rose I had note saying "Thank you so much for 'standing-out' in my life...."

Ok.Ok. Enough of that!Well, would you categorize those as sweet or corny?I really believe in "the cornier, the sweeter", my bro says "the cornier, the more sincere".Why? It takes a lot of guts, premeditation, planning, effort...to pull any of those 'surprises'.All the effort etc put into it could only spell one thing-LOVE.You surely wouldn't go that far for just anybody! It just shows how special you think they are.Yeah, it might sound corny, very corny but for the one on the receiving end-.."it was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me..", that's how all the above stories ended.Lesson?Some things only sound corny, but are really very sweet.Not that I'm an expert on the matter but looking back, I've actually done some things that only now have realized were actually sweet!lol.So, I do have a sweet, gentle side after all;)...*_*