2. Kalau kamu sudah memiliki pacar
atau kekasih ia tidak perduli, buat dia
yang penting kamu bahagia dan kamu
tetapimpiannya.

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3. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu
menerima kamu apa adanya, dimatanya
kamu selalu yang tercantik walaupun mungkin
kamu merasa berat badan kamu sudah
berlebihan atau kamu merasa
kegemukan :P.

4. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu
ingin tahu tentang apa saja yang kamu
lalui sepanjang hari ini,ia ingin tahu
kegiatan kamu.

5. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan
mengirimkan sms seperti "slmt pagi",
"slmt hari minggu", "selamat tidur"
walaupun kamu tidak membalas pesannya.

6. Kalau kamu berulang tahun dan kamu
tidak mengundangnya setidaknya ia akan
menelpon utk mengucapkan selamat atau
mengirim pesan.

7. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan
selalu mengingat setiap kejadian yang
ia
lalui bersama kamu, bahkan mungkin
kejadian yang kamu sendiri sudah lupa
setiap detailnya karena, saat itu
adalah
sesuatu yang berharga untuknya.

8. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu
mengingat tiap kata2 yang kamu ucapkan
bahkan mungkin kata2 yang kamu sendiri
lupa pernah mengatakannya.

9. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan
belajar menyukai lagu-lagu kesukaanmu,
bahkan mungkin meminjam CD/cassette
kamu, karena ia ingin tahu
kesukaanmu,kesukaan mu kesukaannya
juga.

10. Kalau terakhir kali kalian bertemu
kamu sedang sakit mungkin flu,
terkilir,
atau sakit gigi, beberapa hari kamudian
ia akan mengirim sms dan menanyakan
keadaanmu.karena ia mengkhawatirkanmu.

11. Kalau kamu bilang akan menghadapi
ujian ia akan menanyakan kapan ujian
itu, dan saat harinya tiba ia akan
mengirimkan sms "good luck "untuk
menyemangati kamu.

12. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan
memberikan suatu barang miliknya yang
mungkin buat kamu itu ialah sesuatu
yang
biasa , tetapi itu ialah suatu barang
yang isitmewa buat dia.

13. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu
ingin berada di dekatmu dan inging
menghabiskan hari2nya denganmu.

14. Orang yang mencintai kamu
bertindak lebih seperti saudara
daripada
seperti seorang kekasih.

15. Orang yang mencintai kamu sering
melakukan hal-hal yang konyol seperti
menelponmu 100 kali dalam sehari, atau
membangunkanmu ditengah malam,karena ia
mengirim sms atau menelponmu.karena ia
saat itu ia sedang memikirkan kamu.

16. Orang yang mencintai kamu kadang
merindukanmu dan melakukan hal2 yg
membuat kamu jengkel atau gila, saat
kamu bilang tindakannya membuatmu
terganggu ia akan minta maaf dan tak
akan melakukannya lagi.

17. Jika kamu memintanya untuk
mengajarimu sesuatu maka ia akan
mengajarimu dengan sabar walaupun kamu
mungkin orang yang terbodoh di dunia!

18. Kalau kamu melihat handphone-nya
maka namamu akan menghiasi sebagian
besar "INBOX"nya.Ya ia masih menyimpan
pesan dari kamu walaupun pesan itu
sudah
kamu kirim sejak berbulan2x bahkan
bertahun2x yang lalu.

19. Dan jika kamu menghindarinya atau
memberi reaksi penolakan, ia akan
menyadarinya dan menghilang dari
kehidupanmu, walaupun hal itu membunuh
hatinya.

20. Jika suatu saat kamu merindukannya
dan ingin memberinya kesempatan ia akan
ada di sana menunggumu karena ia tak
pernah mencari orang lain. Ya... ia
selalu menunggumu!

At my website, I run an opinion poll contest each month. I always love reading the answers. On some topics, people tend to agree. For example, when my book She’s on Top came out (with a plus-size heroine who finds a sexy guy who loves her curves), I asked if society pressures women to have “perfect” bodies, and the response was an overwhelming “yes”. But on other topics, there’s a lot of variation in the responses I get, and that’s the case with my July topic.

For July, in honor of summer, my question is, “What’s your favorite summer reading?”

Some people think summer’s a time for light reading, and others go for the heavy books they don’t have time to read during the rest of the year. Some like nonfiction, some like magazines, but the majority prefer novels. And those novels may be everything from horror to sweet romance to erotic romance. Some people like to re-read old favorites and some delight in buying new titles. Some readers like long books and some prefer shorter reads. Here’s one of my favorite responses to date: “I love reading erotica in the summer since it makes a reader feel even warmer. I also like anthologies because after each short story I know it's time to put on more sunscreen.” Who needs a timer, if you have an erotic romance novella? LOL.

So, how about you? What do you like to read in the summer? And, while you’re at it, where do you like to read, and what’s your taste in pool boys and summer beverages?

Oh, and please hop on over to my website and enter my contest as well (http://www.susanlyons.ca). You could win an autographed copy of one of my books plus a sequined turquoise scarf, just perfect for draping those bare summer shoulders!

If you want to find the love of your life amidst the hustle and bustle lifestyle of your modern living, then experience an incredible sweet escape, consider Cebuanas Romance Tour.

It is difficult to organize an arrangement of meeting a person from another country and traveling alone in the unknown part of the world.  Instead of enjoying the trip you will be concerned with many things—tickets, airport transfers, hotel accommodations, knowledge of the language, etc. etc.  You are not alone! We are here for you to take the burden off your shoulders we will help you in any ways to make your trip more comfortable, more exciting and travel free headache.

More often     than not when people meet each other personally for the very first time, it is the final judgment: if are you still fascinated to the real person, as you were mesmerized to her virtual image? That thing alone is very stressful.  How much more if you will be struck with the person that you do not like for the rest of trip! What a big DISAPPOINTMENT.  It can give you a trauma and can have a negative effect in your relationship with your potential mate.

On the other hand, with our assistance, your only concern is to make good first impression on your special girl—the rest? Leave it to us we will handle everything.

For more information, visit Cebuanas Romance Tour Services

AKU mulai mengira bahwa ini adalah cinta yang bertepuk sebelah
tangan...
Tapi..mengapa dia memperlakukanku lebih dari sekedar seorang teman?

Menyukai seseorang sangat menyusahkan hati...AKU tahu
kesukaannya...kebiasaannya...
Tapi perasaannya kepadaku tidak pernah bisa diketahui...
Kau tidak mengharapkan AKU seorang wanita untuk mengatakannya bukan ?
Diluar itu, AKU mau tetap disampingnya...memberinya
perhatian...menemani...dan
mencintainya...
Berharap suatu hari nanti dia akan datang dan mencintaiku...
Hal itu seperti menunggu telephonenya tiap malam...mengharapkan
mengirimku
SMS...
AKU tau sesibuk apapun dia, pasti meluangkan waktunya untuk ku...
Karena itu, AKU menunggunya...
3 tahun cukup berat untuk kulalui dan AKU mau menyerah...Kadang AKU
berpikir untuk tetap menunggu...
Dilema yang menemaniku selama 3 tahun ini...

Akhir tahun ke-3, seorang pria mengejarku...setiap hari dia
mengejarku
tanpa lelah...
Segala daya upaya telah dilakukan walau seringkali ada penolakan
dariku...
AKU berpikir...apakah aku ingin memberikan ruang kecil di hatiku
untuknya ?!..

Dia seperti angin yang hangat dan lembut, mencoba meniup daun untuk
terbang
dari pohon...
Akhirnya, AKU sadar bahwa AKU tidak ingin memberikan Angin ini ruang
yang
kecil di hatiku...

AKU tau Angin akan membawa pergi Daun yang lusuh jauh dan ketempat
yang
lebih baik...
Akhirnya AKU meninggalkan Pohon...tapi Pohon hanya tersenyum dan
tidak
memintaku untuk tinggal...
AKU sangat sedih memandangnya tersenyum ke arahku...

Dia melihat ke arahku, tersenyum dan menerima kertas dariku...
Esoknya...dia datang...menghampiriku dan memberikan kembali kertas
itu...
Hati Daun sangat kuat dan Angin tidak bisa meniupnya pergi, hal itu
karena
Daun tidak mau meninggalkan Pohon.
AKU melihat kearahnya...kuhampiri dengan kata2 itu...
Sangat pelan...dia mulai membuka dirinya dan menerima kehadiranku dan
telponku...

AKU tau orang yang dia cintai bukan AKU...tapi AKU akan berusaha agar
suatu hari dia menyukaiku...
Selama 4 bln, AKU telah mengucapkan kata Cinta tidak kurang dari 20x
kepadanya...
Hampir tiap kali dia mengalihkan pembicaraan...tapi AKU tidak
menyerah...
Keputusanku bulat....AKU ingin memilikinya...dan berharap dia akan
setuju
menjadi pacarku....

Aku bertanya," apa yang kau lakukan? Kenapa kau tidak pernah
membalas?
Mengapa kau selalu membisu?"
Dia berkata, "AKU menengadahkan kepalaku"...

"Ah?" Aku tidak percaya dengan apa yang kudengar...
"Aku menengadahkan kepalaku" dia berteriak...

Kuletakkan telepon......melompat....berlari seribu langkah...ke
rumahnya...
Dia membuka pintu bagiku...Ku peluk erat-erat tubuhnya...

"DAUN terbang karena tiupan ANGIN atau karena POHON tidak memintanya
untuk tinggal?"

Daily Goal: Not Met, but what I did write didn't suck.

This whole Buffyfest is really horrible for my productivity.  We're 2 episodes away from finishing Season 3.  Blah.  I'm going to be out of town for work Thursday through Saturday--which will hopefully mean some uninterrupted alone time in my room at the hotel so maybe I can catch up.

Arthur came out when he was younger following my footsteps.  I believed he took courage in the coming out process once I made the way first in our family.  He is a happy man and he has a great man in his life.  Arthur recently graduated from college and Javier is studying for his medical degree.  Arthur is the one driving.

They need to hone up on their lip syncing skills but they sure are happy.  Watch the video and see! 

I need to capture this surreal moment in time.  I have been floating for the last two days.  My colleagues at work frown at me because I am smiling for no reason, I am lost in thoughts and memories and fantasies.  Images.  Black and white.  White soft curves and P's strong arms.  Candles.  Lightening and summer rain.  Soft music.  Another woman.

It was a joint idea.  We first talked about it last fall, when I told P stories about strip club adventures I had had with another man who I was seeing back then.  As P (apparently unexpectedly) realized that I was more than curious about - albeit inexperienced with - women, the idea of a threesome began to crystallize.  We talked about it, joked about it, produced mental inventories of candidates... and never acted on any of it.

Until Sunday.  We met a young woman (well... young from P's perspective, and seven years older than me) at Mistral, and after a few drinks and plenty of flirtation found ourselves back in Cambridge, two tall curvy blondes sharing hungry kisses and their host, watching, mixing Mojitos and almost shyly keeping his distance at first.

My most distinct memories... P hesitating, seeming to worry I might be jealous or feel left out.  His eyes in the rear-view mirror, stolen glances, as we are sharing our first kisses in the back seat.  At his house.  My encouraging him to not hold back, reassuring him I was fine.  Exploring, in so many ways.  Retreating after I came, seeking distance, watching.  Darkness, P and her sitting up, cross-legged and kneeling, their legs entwined, slowly moving together. Her soft white curves against his compact body, her back framed by his strong arms, his hands on her hips.  Then me, laying on my back, her presence somewhere on my body, P so very close to me and bending down to tenderly kiss me on the lips.  Me, wanting to bring time to a halt so I could take his face in my hands and hold him and whisper to him "I love you" and have him hear it for the first time.  My heart bursting, overflowing with the sheer enormousness of the care and tenderness I felt towards him in that very moment.  And then, all of us, curled up together, her in the middle.  Waking up at 2am.

She doesn't spend the night, her decision. As P drives her back to the South End where her car is parked, I am tired and glass eyed but don't want to fall asleep without him.  I take a shower and curl up in his bed with The Wisdom of Crowds in my hands - it's a fascinating book.  Around 3am, he returns.  He curls up next to me, his arms around me, my back against his strong chest and shoulders.  We are both worn out, yet not ready to fall asleep.

3:15am and we are sitting in the dark downstairs.  Having brunch.  Toast and marmalade and yogurt and honey.  Sharing.  Merging and mingling and contrasting our experiences.  We could switch on the lights, but don't need or want to.  I wish the night could last forever.

We're still talking about it.  Probably will be, for a while.  Were talking about it on Monday, and again today.

9:29 AMme: I'm all for the experience, and had a VERY good time on Sunday

religion & culture.

sucks.

then theres another thing.

unrequited?

guess ill never know...if i never say anything...which i dont plan to because of the first two complications.

life is sooo unfair. really is. unfair.

Harper has been called to a small town in North Carolina to help locate a boy who has been missing for 3 months, and is part of a string of teenage boy disappearances. She quickly locates not only the boy she was hired to find, but all the boys who have disappeared, including two that the local law enforcement didn't realize were missing, as they were from out of town.

The first evening that they are in town, after locating the bodies, Harper is injured. Someone attacked her in the motel parking lot with a shovel. Also while in town, Tolliver begins acting strangely, he seems somewhat distant and is suddenly telling people that he is not Harper's brother.

Can Harper manage to keep from getting hurt more, and figure out who is trying to hurt her, and what is going with Tolliver?

I played for three hours at The Purple Rose, some of my favourite romantic songs from soft rock to more pop, and of course, the odd powerballad and some disney thrown in there. Listeners peaked at 13! Which I am really pleased with.

So I'm not a superstar dj, just fooling around, but if I can help out here and there at The Rose then I will carry on - it seemed to be successful and thank you to everyone who came to watch me (and listen to me) make a tit of myself.

Lady Kezzy

Moises, a magna cum laude student, is of mixed-race heritage, being Mexican, Chinese, Thai, German, and French.   Moises is no stranger to hardship.  His Mexican-Chinese-Thai father was almost deported when the local councilman mistook him for a gardener at his own five-million-dollar, 7,000 square-foot home in Greenwich, Connecticut.  Luckily, Moises’s German-French mother, an accomplished lawyer and quite the stone-cold blonde, blue-eyed recessive gene fox, successfully litigated his father’s deportation hearing.  The long nights together, huddled over legal arcana, sparked an intense romance.  Moises’s mother fondly recalled her spouse’s “exotic Joan Miró collection,” while Moises’s father, wiping a tear, wistfully remembered falling in love with her “well-starched J. Crew shirts.”

Though he was elected to the prestigious position of Articles Editor, Moises privately lamented his loss:  “With the way things are going now, when I run for president [of the United States] in 2030 I’ll likely go up against Harold Kwon-Smith-Schlossberg-Tomoko-Mbekwe-Jenkins, the outgoing President, and I just won’t be able to compete with that.”  Crying the first bitter tears of disappointment in a wildly successful young life since that debacle five years ago when he only received a Marshall Scholarship instead of a Rhodes, Moises worried that he’ll “have to settle for Governor of New York.”  “You know—I have worked so hard to be President of the Harvard Law Review.  Really, academic excellence is like armed combat.  You have to go out there and beat everyone else.  You have to win.  Do you know how many countless nights I spent in the law library studying Evidence instead of putting the moves on floozy Boston University girls at bars?  It’s a war out there.  I’m a soldier!”

John McCain, the Republican candidate for President of the United States in 2008, who was standing on a fighter jet when it and several other planes on the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Forrestal detonated, killing 34 sailors and injuring 161; who ejected from his 4-AE Skyhawk after it was hit by a missile, breaking both arms and a leg; and who was tortured by his captors as a P.O.W., was unavailable for comment.

After graduation, Moises will work as an associate for the law firm Wachtell, Lipton, Rosen & Katz in Manhattan, with the starting annual salary of $320,000.

It was the greatest bliss one could ever experience. It was everything to me. You were everything to me. Uncertainty has a firm hold on me; much tighter than your grip. It seems that I can't break free, and it is a lonely existence even when you touch me. Where unabridged bliss once filled my mind and soul, now a storm rages in full force. The heavy raindrops weigh me down and impair my vision. How am I to choose the right path without full sight of where I am headed? Although I had never known such certainty in my life, doubt has reared it's glassy face, distorting the images in front of me.

I have lost the man that showed me undying contentment. Where is the one I love that shows me true compassion? It seems he washed away in a river of apprehension while I was blinded by new love. I was so determined in his arms, but I am trapped in burden's grasp unable to search the banks of the river Toil for the amorosity I let slip away.

This whirlwind began as the charge of warranty came over us. We were so blindly devoted to the bliss, but can we devote ourselves to a lifetime of concomitant? I shudder with angst, because in these moments void of felicity, I am lost absent of your solace.

Were we impetuous with desire, or will our pledge carry us through? As your fervency is the nulli secundus of my life, I will dedicate myself entirely to the repartee, so long as the vestige of my energy is intact.

For that matter, I feel that songwriting is an art form requiring a great deal of skill that cannot be mastered by everyone. However, songs that have been able to cross generations, cultures, and time barriers do share some commonalities, which I don’t believe is mere coincidence.

The tunes that make an impact and continue to maintain their popularity 20 years later are memorable for more than just their catchy melodies. The songs to which I’m referring have been repeatedly listed in the Top 100 lists year after year. Though these songs are dissimilar in genre and methodology, what makes each and every one of them able to claim “greatness” is this: simply put, they are extremely well-written, and therefore have mass appeal.

For starters, the lyrical content of said songs tends to prey on social and/or political mentalities/issues that drive a solid point home with the listener. But, the message of each of these songs is presented in such a fashion that it is accessible to even the status quo. Nothing too complicated. Nothing too convoluted.

When John Lennon asked us to “Imagine” a world without violence, poverty, hunger, and religion, he painted a crystal clear picture. He blatantly probed listeners to question their existence, and rethink the structure of society. He ended on a hopeful note stating that he knows others like himself are out there, and he looks forward to the day in which everyone in the world, despite their differences, will learn to “live as one.” The purpose of his song is self-evident: to make listeners question that which is presented to them, rather than just accepting things as they are.

Another strategy of writing strong lyrics is delving into concepts that are relatable on a personal level. Everyone has had a point in their life in which they’ve felt like Mick Jagger: unable to get any “Satisfaction.” Though Jagger was referring to satisfaction in the sexual sense, a listener does not have to interpret the song in that manner because the lyrics remain open-ended enough to suggest otherwise.

Audiences appreciate the opportunity to take a song and apply it to their personal situation. As a consequence, most often songs that encompass complex metaphors don’t become hit singles, because audiences can’t get a grasp of what the songwriter is trying to say.

I’ve found that the best songs out there cover issues that are common and easy to understand. Hence, the reasons as to why we have so many popular cliché love songs. Everyone experiences love, romance, bad breakups, and broken hearts (hopefully not always in that order).

Next, comes the melody.

Writing a song that gets stuck in a listener’s head may seem like an easy task, however you want your melody to be unforgettable because it’s well structured, not because it’s extremely annoying.

I can count several instances in which I’ve had Britney Spears’(sorry to pick on her again, but it’s just so easy) songs stuck in my head on repeat, but it’s not as though it was an enjoyable experience. No one likes a broken record. Although Spears’ songwriters manage to write her material that is “catchy,” it’s not always catchy in a good way. There is a difference between good and bad catchy.

Good catchiness makes a listener want to sing along with the track after hearing only a few short moments, and without knowledge of the majority of the lyrics. Good catchiness also tends to stimulate movement; whether it be head bobbing, toe tapping, air guitaring, or drumming on the nearest object. These are the songs that you listen to loud and proud while cruising down the highway with all the windows open; songs such as ACDC’s “Back in Black” or Queen’s “We Will Rock You.” They are more than just an auditory experience.

And by melody, I’m not just referring to the vocal line. All of the instruments play a crucial part in writing a well-structured song. A great singer needs a strong band to back him/her, just as a talented musical act needs a charismatic vocalist to front them. Therefore, dynamics are of the utmost importance. A band needs to know when to go all out, and when to draw back depending upon what the lyrics suggest. Different dynamics constitute different emotional reactions. Thus, the instrumentation and the lyrics need to be in synch with each other in order to maximize the impact of your message.

Additionally, your songs need to be able to maintain the listener’s attention all the way through. Add solos, riffs, bridges, breakdowns, and highlight each of your instrumentalists’ individual talent. Keep switching it up so that the listener becomes entranced, dying to know what’s coming next. But, be careful not to go overboard with your verses, as above all, your chorus should be the section that sells the song.

When it comes to writing songs with mass appeal, writing a champion chorus is by far the greatest feat, and it definitely takes time to master. Eventually, songwriters are able to develop their own style, but not without years of practice and experimentation. Despite this, understanding the following general principle makes it easier to get a grip on chorus writing.

Using as few words as needed to get the main message across, and repetition of words and phrases will definitely assist in making your chorus a powerful tool. For that matter, some of the best choruses written in history revolve entirely around the repetition of a single phrase such as Alanis Morissette’s, “You Oughta Know.” It’s bold, in-your-face, and straight to the point.

Even if a listener only hears the chorus of this song, the main message Morissette is trying to make is still apparent. Nothing beyond those three simple words really needs to be said. With a single phrase, Morissette managed to write one of the most impactful songs of the 90s, especially for feminists, and one of the best “fuck-you” songs of all time.

The last rule of thumb that I will be discussing in regards to writing strong material doesn’t really come into play, until your group is ready to approach radio stations for airplay and/or record labels for roster consideration.

Few are aware of the fact that the first 30 seconds of a song is the determining factor in terms of whether or not a band gets radio play and/or a record deal. May I repeat, only the first 30 seconds of a given song! You’ll note that this is a very short period of time to grasp a listener’s attention. So, suffice it to say, you better make it good.

If you do manage to present something of interest within that time frame, both station managers and A&R reps will quickly flip through your other tracks to see if it was just a fluke, or if your band has genuine marketability. Therefore, your material must be consistently captivating.

When it comes to creating compositions that have the potential for mass appeal, keeping it simple in all respects predominantly seems to be the key to success. However, I will note that there are always exceptions to these general guidelines, and one can never be certain whether they’ve stumbled upon greatness or failure without testing their material amongst different audiences to gage opinion. By providing these songwriting principles I’m not trying to stifle your creativity, nor am I suggesting that the only songs that are any good are simple. Hell, I like my Deep Purple and The Doors every now and again. All I’m saying is that if you want your band to have commercial success, you'll need to buy into this formula to a certain extent.

Irrespective of this, the tendency these days is to release albums with only two to three strong singles. Therefore, if you’re a prog-rocker at heart, you may just be in luck. There’s definitely a market for what I like to refer to as “stoner rock,” but keep in mind, in order for songs of that nature to attain success, they usually need to break in through an underground movement first, which will obviously pose a greater challenge to your band. In addition, they will more than likely require a radio edit that will substantially cut down your 10-minute guitar solos. Though, I do wish you all the power in the world, if this is the route you choose to undertake.

Rather, if you are simply a musician who creates art for art sake, never let these guidelines constrict your passion. They are merely meant to be used as a tool for bands wishing to obtain commercial success, and with that comes financial remuneration. And…let me tell you, there’s nothing better than getting paid for something you really enjoy doing.

In a regression a person is taken back through hypnosis to explore to significant events in the past. The first scene is usually an introduction to that time period; where you are, who you are, what you look like and this is what’s happening. Then you move forward to a key event, and then you move forward again to the death in that life. Finally you move into the after life to find out what lessons you were supposed to learn from seeing this.

After my regression in Las Vegas with Dr. Brian Weiss, I wrote it all out and emailed it to my lover, who I was married to in my past life. We were both very interested in exploring past lives and were fascinated to find out where we had known each other before.

It was Greece. It seemed much earlier, and the city seemed much smaller, than what was depicted in the recent movie 300.

I was a woman and I was always alone. Always... he was always gone. When he was in the city he was training. He lived with the other soldiers, not with me. I lived with some very old man that was not my father, but more like my chaperone or guardian. I got the sense that he was my husband’s grandfather, like it was his house. And in a sense, he was to watch over me, but since I belonged to my husband I had to take care of his grandfather as well.

My husband didn't like me very much AT ALL. I was assigned to him. I only served one purpose to him and that was to have children. And I didn't. For years. So I was no good to him. He felt humiliated and embarrassed by the fact that I had no children, no sons. In his opinion, obviously there was something physically wrong with me, and that meant I must somehow be weak. So that disgusted him.

Spartans discard weak babies at birth, why not do the same with a wife that doesn’t fulfill her purpose?

My first memory was that I was wandering through the town by myself on my way to meet my husband. I was to report to where ever this training facility was and sit and watch him and wait for him. EVERYDAY. Everyday he was in town anyway. He would then have sex with me in the alley way, against a wall, as quickly as possible, everyday in an effort to have a son. It was really rough and unemotional – HE HATED IT. And he hated that he had to continue to have sex with me everyday because I didn’t get pregnant. As if I was torturing him on purpose. I blamed him because I felt that it was his fault I didn’t have children because he didn’t like me and didn’t like having sex with me. He had other lovers, and I felt as though because he spent more time with them, and didn’t like having sex with me, that was why there was no baby.

So in regressions, then the hypnotist progresses you forward to the next significant memory…

So moving forward in time I was sitting in my home with my guardian, this very old man, grandfather. My husband was away fighting or something. He had told me that I had better have a child by the time he returned. I was not pregnant. The old man and I were discussing this. I was explaining that I felt as though it was my husband’s fault because he didn’t like me very much, didn’t like having sex with me, and didn’t always even finish with me. I thought it was because he had other lovers. The grandfather felt as though this was much more serious than I did… I guess he probably KNEW what was going to happen… I was just frustrated that I was being blamed for this.

He recommended that I sneak out of the city, and VERY SECRETLY far far away from our home, in the middle of the night, find strangers that were traveling, and have sex with them. As many as I could in hopes that one of them would get me pregnant. The goal was to be pregnant by any means by the time my husband returned, as long as no one found out about it.

I thought that would be a horrible betrayal. I refused. I felt as though that would be a dishonorable thing to do. The old man insisted, apparently he had even gone so far as to have arranged someone to escort me and smuggle me out of the city during the night. They were to take me to this camp where nomads had temporarily settled.

I refused. I thought it was just absolutely horrendous that he would suggest that I would do something so disloyal, so dishonorable. Not very Spartan. I wouldn’t dare betray my husband.

The old man pleaded with me. (So, I guess he knew my husband was going to murder me.)

The hypnotist, Dr. Weiss, progressed me forward to my death, the final scene.

I realized I had been stabbed, I felt it, I looked down and saw the spear in my chest, it hurt so badly. I felt myself hit the floor, I was sooo confused about what had just happened, my lungs were filling with blood, the spear had hit my heart and pierced my lung, because I was gasping for air. I was trying to figure out, in that life and in the regression what was going on. I was overwhelmed with the sense of how unfair this was, I was shocked that I was just easily going to die without even a chance to defend myself. I was a strong Greek woman, I was trained to fight and it was all for nothing because I was going to die suddenly and easily and I thought that was a huge waste and so very unfair.

And why was this happening?

I looked around and I was in my house, we had just finished eating dinner, I was straightening things up, I had a bowl in my hand before I dropped it. I was taken completely off guard and was surprise, and I was gasping because I couldn’t breath. I was shocked. Just shocked that I was going to die so easily and I didn’t understand, and there was nothing more I could do about it.

I thought about how I had to warn my husband. My initial thought was that someone must have snuck into our home, and murdered me and would be after my husband next. I couldn’t imagine how this happened, and how my husband hadn’t protected me. It was all so confusing and overwhelming to take in and try to grasp what was happening. Who had done this to me?

For the first time, I looked down the spear and right into the eyes of my murderer who was standing over me. It was with complete shock that I realized those eyes belonged to my husband, and those are the same eyes that in my current life belong to my lover. I can only say that as I stared, I asked WHY with only my eyes. He twisted the spear and shoved it deeper into me and I gasped sharply and blood dripped from my mouth and I felt the spear scrap against the back of my rib cage. There in the meeting room in Las Vegas in 2007, I began to cry, so hurt that my own spouse, my lover, was my murderer.

I died very quietly, staring at him and his eyes. It was like a puzzle running through my mind as I tried to piece my last moments together. I was remembering, putting it all together. He had come home, I was obviously not pregnant, he must have noticed though we didn’t speak of it. I fed him, we ate together, he finished, he turned around to the fireplace, grabbed his spear, I stood up to clear the table, he turned back around and stabbed me. He waited till I fed him, and then he was finished with me.

As I floated out of my body I was able to watch everything he did and know why this was all happening. It was as if I could read his thoughts. He felt humiliated in front of the entire city that I had not produced any children: therefore I was weak, and I was not a good wife. To get a new wife that was able to bear children he needed to get rid of the one he had – there was no divorce. He planned to cut up the body and dump the pieces in the river, and then explain that I had run off and was missing. He knew it didn’t matter what he told people because no one would dare question him, and they all knew I was a poor wife that didn’t bear children anyway. I was so hurt and betrayed. He was still my husband and I was loyal to him, I had chosen not to sleep with other men to get pregnant and remained bound to him. I didn’t feel as though there was anything physical wrong with me and felt as though it was his fault we didn’t have children. I was shocked that my own husband would kill me as if it was a chore he was attending to.

I felt so betrayed, that I was actually crying in the meeting room in 2007.

I moved through the regression into the after life and was greeted by guardian angels and spirit guides. They were to calm me down. I was still so betrayed and angry, I had died so easily, I was caught so off guard, I was so trusting, I didn’t ever think my lover would do such a thing to me.

It didn’t occur to me AT THE TIME that I would come out of my regression and have to deal with this with WHO HE IS NOW.

My guardians explained that there was a very specific reason I was shown this at this time. That I was feeling too many things that were left over from that life time. I was scared of my lover and I had a really hard time trusting him. I could logically understand things that he told me, and I logically knew I could trust him, but I found it very hard. I could tell myself that obviously he must like me because he called me and would visit and was attentive, and yet I was having such a hard time believing that. At the same time we were so drawn to each other and both felt we had karma to work out between us.

When I came out of it, I had a new surprise, I didn’t have to deal with being some Greek woman being murdered and betrayed by her husband, but I had to think about what it meant that it was my lover that I have to be with everyday.

And honestly, looking back at the regression, I understand his justification and what he believed and what their culture believed. The city didn’t seem very big, he felt shamed in front of EVERYONE. That was very real to him, he felt this was the only logical way to get a new wife. And obviously there was something weak, and worthless about this one that didn’t serve her purpose and fulfill her duties. I was an object to him, it’s not like he was killing his wife that he was madly in love with and had feelings, emotions, or attachments to. I see both points of view. I do kinda think it was his fault, but I completely see his reasoning.

I wonder if getting stabbed in the heart could explain why I was born with mitrovalveprolapse (Heart Murmur.) Could be.

Our relationship ended badly. Extraordinarily so. However great things came out of our relationship that did very much impact both of us. Still, I have to wonder if perhaps this regression was a sign that I should have ended the relationship then and stayed away from him. Had I ended the relationship then, I would have avoided all the horrible things that happened, including the things that hurt me physically and emotionally.

So now that you have heard the story, what do you think?

Think I should have avoided him?

Think I should have dumped him then?

Or do you think that this he was merely acting reasonably based on their culture?

Do you think that we had karma together that couldn’t be avoided?

You left me behind in a thunder storm
And Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Oh I knew the day that you gave her a ring,
That you never knew how to step back and think.
And did it ever cross your mind -
That one of these days you'll look and find
There's no one left to love you, boy,
'Cause you left them all behind.

You captured my heart.
Wonder how many you've broken from the start?
You stole the show -
Your solo left me longing to go, longing to go...

You left me behind in a thunder storm
And Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Oh I knew the day that you gave her a ring,
That you never knew how to step back and think.
And did it ever cross your mind -
That one of these days you'll look and find
There's no one left to love you, boy,
'Cause you left them all behind.

Maybe it wasn't a meant-to-be,
But I think there's something that you need to see.
You're not the only one out there,
And you keep looking down below,
But it won't get you anywhere.

You left me behind in a thunder storm
And Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Oh I knew the day that you gave her a ring,
That you never knew how to step back and think.
And did it ever cross your mind -
That one of these days you'll look and find
There's no one left to love you, boy,
'Cause you left them all behind.

There's no one left to love you, hey,
You left them all behind.

Clearly, my lovely spouse is more insensitive than any husband/man on the face of the Earth. 

On the way home from our cruise I was wearing a tight tank top under a cotton/mesh sweater.  It was extremely hot and so for a brief moment, while we were loading the luggage into the car, I took off the sweater.   In doing so I made the comment that I planned on putting my sweater back on as soon as I cooled off.   In reply my lovely spouse said, "What, you don't want to look like a stuffed sausage?" 

Really!  Would any man even consider saying that to his wife?  Women who think that men are insensitive should try being with a lipstick lesbian for a few minutes.    I mean after the sex is over - and it will be over - it's like living for the rest of your life with your selfish, mean-spirited little bossy sister. 

Susan - if you ever get over the Rocky Mountains or out of the Gulf of Mexico . . . call me . . .

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Someone that knows all your intimate, deep dark secrets.

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A spouse or a lover.

Now imagine you've just learned that person you love and adore in this life,
Well imagine that bastard murdered you in cold blood in a Past life.

And you didn't just LEARN this, not like somebody told you,
But you actually remembered. You had a regression.

You remembered it.
You felt it.
You experienced it.

You felt them stab you with a long spear
Right in the heart.

You stared up at them in disbelief.
You saw the cold look on their face.
You saw them twist the spear,
You felt that spear tear your heart open more.

You watched them, watch you die.

You remember feeling shocked and betrayed,
Murdered by your own spouse.

You felt helpless.
You couldn't even defend yourself,
You were taken completely off guard.

You remember being in your own home,
Cleaning after dinner,
Happy your spouse was finally home with you again.

And you remember it happened so quickly you were completely surprised.

And as you died, you understood.

This person never loved you.
This person was embarrassed by you.
This person felt that you had dishonored them and shamed them.

Since they couldn't divorce you,
They murdered you.

They felt that it was the only logical choice.

You died.
Literally of a broken heart.
Brutally murdered in cold blood, in your own home, by your own spouse.

Now you are back in the now.
The year is 2007.

But you remember.

And this person is close to you. Very close.

You realize now why you can't seem to trust this person completely.

You realize now why you fear them for no apparent reason.
You know now why you feel like they don't love you.

You understand that the two of you obviously have karma together.

You understand that obviously you are connected to each other.

You understand that the two of you have to learn from each other.

You understand that the two of you have to correct a tragedy from long ago.

But could you?

What would you do?
What do you think?

Would you stay away from them for fear history would repeat itself?
Would you simply accept that a past life has nothing to do with the current life?
Would you be able to have a happy relationship with this person
knowing they had murdered you before?
Could you continue along with them now that you know what they had done to you?

I was at a spiritual convention all weekend.
This topic came up in a Past Life Regression Workshop.
I am a Professional Past Life Regressionist myself,
(Well that's what it says on my training certificate anyway)
So Past Lives and soul relationships have always fascinated me.

So imagine you just found out that your spouse or lover,
Murdered you in cold blood in a past life.

How would you feel?
How would you act towards them?
Would you talk to them about it?
Would you make them sleep in the other room?
Could you accept that what happened in a different life,
Is completely separate from your current life?

Can you imagine breaking up with someone:

"I'm sorry. But you killed me in a past life,
And I just don't think I should be around you because of that.
Yeah, I'm just not gonna be able to forgive you, FOR MURDERING ME!"

So as far as "not getting it" goes, here's the deal: I actually do get it. i want to be alone, at this great moment in life but i'm a sexual beast, so...the bumbles take the honey. I need to put a lid on it. And that my as-of-yet-unidentified friends, is what this blog is all about. i'm planning on living in the sack. That's right. You heard me. The Sack. My mission: live life in the proverbial fruit sack, so as to ripen to my liking. Call it celibacy, if you will, call it romantic-hermitage, call it growing up, call it any of these and you've called it some wrong.

Why blog? Feedback. I'd love to connect with other people experimenting similarly, or interested in this kind of lifestyle choice. After searching far and wide I've yet to find others with similar ideas about this kind of adventure.

How'd it all begin? Many damaged relationships later, I fell for an individual who fell for me back. Atleast, the idea of me. Things didnt work out and I realized, it had more to do with me being out of touch with the me I envision myself as being, than anything. Translation? He couldnt love me because I wasnt yet fully "me" (the "me" i think i could be in a couple years' time).

If some sweet, good-lovin person couldn't love the me, I actually feel i should be, then more power to 'em, they're not for me. Tryin to land that bass, is NOT what this is about. This is about wanting to get to a place where how i view myself on the inside and how my life is reflected on the outside actually match up.

This is primarily for the personal satisfaction of "living a new life wholely led" (in the words of Tom Robbins) but an unavoidable benefit will obviously be that if/when I meet someone i want to be with for the rest of my life, they'll actually have a chance of seeing what they think of the real me, not the convenience-food version of me, that I've been advertising until fairly recently.

Come along for the ride, it should be a fairly raucous one, sit back, relax, join in with a spare song or two and let's get this party started....

Due July 29.

When we were dating we'd have sex all of the time.  Once we got married I went on the pill and it turned me into a miserable wretch and then I went off it, tried natural family planning and now I have a 2.5 y/o (who's sitting on my lap watching Wiggles on youtube at the moment).  10 months after he was born I had a new baby in my tummy because we got a little too nutty after smoking weed one night.  So I was pregnant AND nursing until I was at about 32 weeks pregnant.  (don't worry...I was responsible about nursing and smoking weed there was LOTS of time between nursings and the smoking of the weed).

I just weaned my little one a few months ago and I think I'm finally free of foreign hormones that are messing up my libido.  At this rate I'll prolly end up knocked up again sooon....yikes.  Let's hope NOT!!

Anyway, I'm enjoying all of this freedom.  It feels good...literally ;)

Take Romeo and Juliet away and you also lose West Side Storyand a good hunk of Shakespeare in Love. On the other hand, without the play there wouldn't have been that insufferable Romeo + Juliet Moviewith Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes, so maybe its a fair trade. Either way, these book reviews of Romeo and Juliet agree that "For never was a story of more woe / Than this of Juliet and her Romeo":

We liked the end when all the main characters died. It left me a great message.

...and:

Shakespeare's book, Romeo and Juliet, is placed in the 18th century. A time in which women were not considered as thinking people or capable of having any feelings.

...and:

They arent star crossed! They are inane idiots too immersed in "love" to recognize the imprudence of their actions. Their deaths were not the least bit pitiful, but risible. Cognitive, yes. Irritating, yes. Interesting? No.

...and:

*R&J* is simply sensationalist trash. It contains a good portion of Shakespeares worst verse and insipid characterizations. It's unchallenging, crude, and simply melodrama for the most part. It's the Shakespearean equivalent of "Party of Five" and the Spice Girls.

...and:

As I didn't liked the story at all I cant say lots of things about it but if I had to rewrite the book, I would do it in modern English. Old Englih is one of the reasons I didn't liked the book. Another reason is that is a very predictable story and it has only 2 themes: Romeo and Juliet's love and the war between their families.

...and:

For me Romeo is the worst character because he only thinks about Juliet and kissing her.

...and:

It was supposed to be tragic; I thought it was hilarious. First, everybody says that Romeo and Juliet were lovers torn apart by fate. Fate had nothing to do with it! They died through sheer stupidity and melodrama on their part.

...and:

Sometimes you wish someone would just say something straight out, instead of dressing it up with so many frills and flowers you don't know what they're trying to say. But I have nothing against Shakespearean English.

...and, most incredibly, the review below. I have no idea what the English teacher was thinking, but learning to read an Elizabethan play is NOT going to help you learn to speak modern English, methinks:

We are from Argentina and learning English. Our teacher recommended the book Romeo + Juliet, we thought this book was going to increase our vocabulary and help us understand better the English language, but it didn't, instead it made it more difficult.

As Gilbert Gottfried would say, "WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED"...