Lunes, Hunyo 4, 2012

Dear Mr.Right ,
        I'm trying to look for you but you're very hard to find, I tried to but I failed to find you... I guess it is not yet the time for me to meet you. Maybe one day you're just going to go in the front step of my house, knock on my door and you'll surprise me with a bouquet of beautiful flowers that you bought while walking on the side street. When that day would come I'll never have a second thought of letting you into my heart, I've always wanted to find you and to love you more than myself, I will never fail you and Always going to make each day of our lives memorable and unforgotten for the two of us.
       Mr.Right when that moment of us comes I just want you to know that I'm willing to spend the rest of my whole eternity with you, I don't want our relationship to be like Romeo and Juliet that they died together. I want our relationship to be like Grandma and Grandpa to grew old together because our love will be a never ending story I will never be tired of telling you how I really love you.
       I know that there will be an ups and downs between us but don't worry Mr. Right I will always hang hard on you, We will make sure that everything is fine for us. Our love will be like a fairy tale "we will live happily ever after" and no doubts about it. But there are things that you must know about me I'm not a perfect girl and I don't have a perfect past but I'm hoping after knowing everything about me you can still love me like that way you love me before knowing my negative sides.
      All I need is your trust and patience, I'll promise you that I'll never lose your trust on me nor your patience
and every time we'll have our arguments we will make sure that, that day will never pass out that we're not okay Mr. Right I have waited a thousand years for you so I'll never make you disappointed.

"just come when you're ready and I'm ready"

      Your Ms. Right,
                                                                                                                                               Aleona ♥

Huwebes, Mayo 24, 2012


this story is a very inspiring one I find it very inspirational

A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET!!


As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.


The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.


It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.


It was signed, Hannah.


It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.


"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"


She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak
with you."


I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"


"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.


"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."


She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.


I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.


This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?


Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "


Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."


I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.


She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.


I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."


She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."


"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."


I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"


I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."


I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."


"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.


"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."


I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.


On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."


We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"


"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"


I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."


"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."


The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"


"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."


He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.


"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.


The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "


"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."


We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.


"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"


She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"


She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.


"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will
be."


About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"


It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.


The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

Miyerkules, Mayo 23, 2012

Thanks a lot to my friend 
Sheboom 
I asked him to make me this :)
so cute 

Martes, Mayo 22, 2012


Weight Loss
damn it really kills me every time that I will gain a few more pounds I wish I had a fast metabolism so I don't have to worry about this gaining weight, it really freaks me out every time I can see myself in the mirror and all those clothes that I have are getting tighter on me each day.
I've been in a lots of gym session and also aerobics I honestly lost weight and became slim but whenever I will stop attending those fitness session I easily blow up again like a balloon it is really hard to keep those shape .
AND weight gain is a pretty serious thing for a body conscious like me I really take it so seriously I always feel so bothered whenever I can feel that I'm getting more pounds each day.
I also became an Anorexic being ... forcing myself to throw up all the foods that I take and that is so horrible for me.
and now I want to slim down again TODAY is the start of my serious diet no more sweet, salty and fatty foods for me because I already enjoyed it a lot...


I JUST WANT MY OLD BODY BACK :'( 
GOODMORNING
hello :) i just woke up and yesterday I said that I will go jog around the town but unfortunately I didn't do it hmmm I guess I still need to practice more self control of not getting sleepy.
What's my plan for today?
I think I should do a skip roping with some hoola hoop dancing, babe ;) just to break down those fats that I gained for these past few months. I felt a little bit of  "I need to go badly in the gym so I can start up my Gym session just to get back the old body that I have" ... it really kills me before I can have those shapes but now it was all wasted Damn you FOOD!! I HATE YOU hihihi ... anyway I will admit that it is my fault too because I tolerate myself to eat a lot ( how could I stop from eating if my MOM will always prepare an irresistible dishes OoOoH)
and oh last night It was let us say an unexpected one :) ♥

GOODMORNING AGAIN
 
xoxo ,


notice something? hihihi
BUTTERFLIES IN MY TUMMY
goodnight

Lunes, Mayo 21, 2012

GOODMORNING :)
Today is Tuesday and last night I was planning to wake up early to jog around the town too bad that I woke up at 6 am but I was too sleepy and lazy to do it. Maybe tomorrow I will ... I just ruined my sleep pattern that's why I was too lazy to stand up, I always ruined my sleep pattern every time I will sleep in the late afternoon. But it was okay because I dreamed of the guy that I like in my dream we had a date :).
Another day has come another time to spend with my love ones ... I don't have any line up plan for today maybe I 'll just hangout with my sister and my nephew , because soon I'm going to leave my family again and I have to face my reality in Manila if only I could stop the time from passing by I would do it :(...
Today I also remembered the guy whom I loved the most, he made me scared to fall in love again because I don't want to get hurt again but I know being miserable is an option ...
He is handsome but yet despite the good looking face that he has his heart is not as good as his face.
I already moved on and right now I'm just happy and bringing back my old self because I'm missing that girl a lot :) can't wait to be her again ....