I am now desperate.. Unreturned messages are so damn hurting!

My heart bleeding, my ego bruised..

I so hate myself right now!

waaaaaaahhhhhh

I can cry can’t I?

But that would be lame.. Who am I kidding by the way?

It’s just me who made all these..

I am hurting myself right now not her..

It hurts so bad I really wanna cry..

Kasi naman ten you expected so much..

That your feelings are mutual. When in fact she doesn’t even know you!

That’s the point! She doesn’t even know me but she somehow found and peeked into my profile! Wouldn’t that suppose to mean anything?

I just wanted to know that’s all.. That was all I asked from her..

Wait! Can it be that she’s not answering because she doesn’t want me to know how she feels?

Oh come on ten! You’re kidding yourself talaga! She doesn’t want to have anything to do with you  and besides, why should she? You have nothing to prove to her. You got nothing she can be proud of right?

Ouch! That hurts! I really wanna cry right now…

Ok! Ok! She wouldn’t have to blink twice to decide if she’ll answer your messsage! She wouldn’t even have opened it maybe.. Even if she did, she wont waste time for such nonsense..

Drawn conclusion again! That’s why you get hurt most of the time ..

One day, I swear, you’ll notice me. You’ll find time to send me tons of mails! You’ll fall in love with me so bad you never want me to be away from you even for a minute!

Haaaay kadesperadahan na talaga ten ito! hehe

Well, at least I took it out! For sure later I’m gonna be restless again!

I’m really gong crazy..

Was it that hard to answer those questions?

Or I wasn’t polite enough?

Either way, I’m just fooling myself.. Maybe one day I will have the answers to those questions.. It’s driving me crazier by the minute.

But for now, I’m going to listen to your lecture I recorded before.. And read your notes.. Then maybe, I’ll perfect busines laws..

please sige na po.. reply ka na sa message ko please please!

it’s driving me crazy! you’ve been driving me crazier since december 31, 2007!

yeah, ‘coz I already liked you the first time I saw you down the stairs.. just few steps behind us..

have pity on me hehe

kahit isang reply lng with all the answers to my questions..

if it’s not what I think it is then I’ll leave you alone I swear!

I’ll just think of you like I have always been doing..

and wonder how it feels like to be special to you

and dream of moments I know will never happen..

at least I can be with you for a while, in my thoughts..

and by the way, you were the character in my short story hehe

I’m kinda thinking of continuing it sometime hehe

haaaay

please kahit isang message lng po sana.. please!

if you are reading this, then lucky me..

hoping to meet you in another lifetime..

haha if there is one..

if none, sana in the near future when nothing will be holding me back to say the things I want to say to you..

hope it’s sooner.. ‘coz I’ll be leaving very soon..

but who knows what time offers the both of us..

maybe, just maybe one day, you’ll sit beside me in a bus..

then we’ll have pizza..

and a stroll in the park..

hehe

haaaay en! mangarap ka! hehe

well, that’s what I do best.. dream..

ciao!

Sally was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy  talking about her little brother, Georgi.  He was very sick and they had  done everything they could afford to save his life.  Only a very expensive  surgery could help him now . . . and that was out of the financial question.  She heard Daddy say it with a whispered desperation, "Only a miracle  can save him now." 

Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place  in the closet.  She shook all the change out on the floor and counted it  carefully.  Three times.  The total had to be exactly perfect.  No chance  here for mistakes.  Tying the coins up in a cold-weather-kerchief, she  slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the corner drug store.  She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention . . but he was  too busy talking to another man to be bothered by an eight-year-old.  Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. She cleared her throat.  No good.  Finally she took a quarter from its hiding place and banged it on the glass counter.  That did it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I’m talking to my brother."

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Sally answered back in the same annoyed tone.  "He’s sick . . . and I want to buy a miracle." 

"I beg your pardon," said the pharmacist. 

"My Daddy says only a miracle can save him now . . . so how much does a miracle cost?" 

"We don’t sell miracles here, little girl.  I can’t help you." 

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it.  Just tell me how much it costs." 

The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?" 

"I don’t know," Sally answered.  A tear started down her cheek. "I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my  folks can’t pay for it . . . so I have my money. 

"How much do you have?" asked the well-dressed man. 

"A dollar and eleven cents," Sally answered proudly.  "And it’s all the money I have in the world." 

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man.  A dollar and eleven cents . . . the exact price of a miracle to save a little brother. He  took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live.  I want to see your brother and meet your parents." 

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned surgeon. . specializing in solving Georgi’s malady.  The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Georgi was home again and doing well. 

Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events that  had led them to this place. "That surgery," Mommy whispered.  "It’s like  a miracle.  I wonder  how much it would have cost? 

Sally smiled to herself.  She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents… plus the faith of a little child. 

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Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion’s guest room. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement.