All about my thoughts

Affirmation means to make firm, solid, more real. Thoughts–not very solid–when repeated over and over, become more and more firm. They become feelings, behaviors, experiences and things. What we think about, we can become.

We affirm all the time. Sometimes we affirm negative things; sometimes we affirm positive things. In the words of Henry Ford, "If you think you can do a thing, or think you can’t do a thing; you’re right."

I, of course, am going to suggest that you consciously affirm the positive. Many of us already have the unconscious habit of affirming the negative. To change that, I quote Johny Mercer, "You’ve got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, latch onto the affirmative."

Affirmations usually begin with "I am…" "I am happy, healthy, wealthy person." "I am joyful no matter what is happening around me." "I am loving and kind." If you’re affirming for material things, it’s a good idea to start even those with "I am…" "I am enjoying my new house." "I am creative and content in my new career."

Affirmations are best in the present tense. "I want a new car," affirms what? Wanting a new car, when that’s a good affirmation. What you probably want, however, is the car. "I am safely and happily enjoying my beautiful new car." Affirm as though you already have what you want, even though you don’t yet have it. (The operative word is "yet.")

No matter how "impossible" something may seem, put it into an affirmation form and give it a try. Say it, out loud, at least 100 times before you decide how "impossible" something might be. After 100 repetitions, you may find yourself quite comfortable with the idea.

You can write affirmations on paper and put them in places you will see them–on the bathroom mirror, refrigerator, next to your bed, on the car dashboard. You can also record them on endless-loop cassette tapes and play them in the background all day (and night) long.

A powerful technique is to say your affirmation while looking into your eyes in a mirror. All your limitations about the thing you’re affirming are likely to surface, but persevere. Outlast the negative voices and doubting feelings. Plant the seed of your affirmation deep.

You can use affirmations written by other people, but remember that you are perfectly capable of creating your own. If you don’t think so, start with the affirmation, "I am enjoying the success of the wonderful affirmations I create for myself." That should be the last affirmation anyone needs to write for you. (And you probably could have created a better one than that.)

Your purpose is already an affirmation. Say it to yourself often. Create affirmations for each of the experiences you want. They can be very simple: "I am content." "I am joyful and calm in the peace of my mind." "I am feeling love." "I am strong and powerful." Also, write several affirmations for each item on your top-ten list.

Affirmations work if you use them. The more you use them, the more they work. They can be used anywhere, anytime, while doing almost anything.

It’s a good idea (a very good idea) to end all your affirmations with "…this or something better, for the highest good of all concerned," assures that your affirmation is fulfilled in a way that’s best for everyone.

Learn to automatically turn all your wishes and wants into affirmations. Then start catching your negative thoughts, switching them around and making affirmations out of them. By only slightly revising the negative chatter (changing "can’t" to "can," "won’t" to "will," and "hate" to "love"), you can turn all those formerly limiting voices into a staff of in-house affirmation writers.

Here are a few to get you started, but this is a very brief list.

1. I am feeling warm and loving toward myself.
2. I am worthy of all the good in my life.
3. I am one of the universe, and I have more than I need.
4. I am happy that I always do the best I can with what I know and always use everything for my advancement.
5. I am forgiving myself unconditionally.
6. I am grateful for my life.
7. I am loving and accepting myself and others.
8. I am treating all problems as opportunities to grow in wisdom and love.
9. I am relaxed, trusting in a higher plan that’s unfolding for me.
10. I am automatically and joyfully focusing on the positive.
11. I am giving myself permission to live, love and laugh.
12. I am creating and singing affirmations to create a joyful, abundant, fulfilling life.

… this or something better for the highest good of all concerned.

How does one avoid loss in the first place? Contrary to popular belief, it’s not attachment that cause loss–attachment feels fine. It’s detachment that hurts. Learn to let go.

Some suggest that to avoid loss, one should never be attached to anything. They give the example of a hand in water: when the hand is removed from the water, the hand leaves no impression. These people say the reason the hand leaves no trace in the water is because the water is not attached to the hand.

On the contrary, while the hand is in the water, it is very attached to the hand. It surrounds it, enfolds it, embraces it. Allow yourself to experience life as fully as water experiences the hand, then let go as completely as water.

Yes, the water leaves a little of itself on the departing hand, as we leave a little of ourselves with the people and things we touch, but for the most part, when it comes time to go, let go.

The hand could no more hold the water than the water could hold the hand. As soon as one "wants" to leave, there is no attachment, because there can be no attachment other than the mutual action of being together. Hand and water both accept the inevitability, and part "clean".

There is a title for a book on raising children we’ve always liked, Hold Them Very Close, and Let Them Go. This we find good advice for all experiences, whatever they may be: Hold them very lose and let them go.

How do you know when it’s time to hold them close? When they’re in front of you (often literally): Whatever is the current experience in your awareness; the next event on your schedule? When is it time to let go? When you’re on you way out or they’re on their way out?

Say goodbye, let go, and embrace the new moment.

Most people seek relationships to get away from themselves. But not eager learners. We use everything for our upliftment, learning and growth–including relationships. One of the most important things we can learn from a relationship is what the relationship can teach us about ourselves.

Relationships can be among the most amazing mirrors around. Some relationships are like fun-house mirrors: they reflect something back to you, but it’s liable to be distorted. Other relationships are like magnifying or reducing mirrors: they make everything they reflect seem larger or smaller than they truly are.

Some relationships are accurate mirrors of the darkness inside us, others accurately reflect the light. Occasionally, we find one that reflects both. That’s the relationship we either flee from, or "grapple to our hearts with hoops of steel."

We’re using the term relationship in the broadest possible sense. Relationships truly take place inside ourselves. We have relationship with anyone or anything we encounter. Have you ever read a book by an author who has long since shucked this mortal coil, and still felt a relationship? Or felt close to a movie character, knowing all the while the character never even existed?

What we do inside ourselves about the people (and things) we choose to be in  relationship with can be one of the greatest learning tools in the entire reportoire–especially when combined with the mirror.

The next time you think about someone, "I hate you," ask yourself, "What is it this person is reminding me about myself that I hate?" And the next time you think about another, "I love you," ask yourself, "What is it about myself I love that I see in this person, too?"

Answering–and accepting the answers to–these questions lays the foundation for not just personal learning, but for enjoyable, productive relationships with others.

What if life were perfect?

    What if you lived in a perfect world of perfect people and perfect possessions, with everyone and everything doing the perfect thing at the perfect time?

    What if you had everything you wanted, and only what you wanted, exactly as you wanted, precisely when you wanted it?

    What if, after luxuriating in this perfect world for the perfect length of time, you started feeling uneasy about the predictability of perfection?

    What if, after a perfect length of additional time, you began thinking, "There seems to be a lack of risk, adventure and fun in perfection. ‘Having it my way’ all the time is starting to get dull."

    What if, after yet another perfect length of time, you decided, "Perfection is a perfect bore."

    What if, at that point in your perfect world, you noticed for the first time a button marked, "Surprise."

    What if you walked over, considered all that might be contained in the concept of "surprise," decided, "Anything’s better than perfect boredom," took a deep breath, pushed the button…

    … and found yourself where you are right now–feeling what you’re feeling now, thinking what you’re thinking now, with everything in your life precisely the way it is now—reading this.

Good Morning!

Greetings in the name of the Lord!

Without really intending to, we have in one way or another, been touched by others; without meaning to, we have touched other people’s lives.

Lola Minching did not make it as a mega-star; her simple, unaffected ways made her a superstar to those whose lives she had touched.

What do I remember about Lola M?

First — she loved being beautiful (paying special attention to her eyebrows) and she came out beautiful. Second — It didn’t take much to please her. She appreciated the little nice things given or done for her. Third — she saw the beautiful things in others and she had no qualms in verbalizing these.

Lola M had not borne children — her dozens of nieces, nephews, grandchildren, and great grandchildren were her children and she treated them like her own. Thus, she never ran short of the love that children give to a mother.

Lola M had sensitivity to how people felt. She worried when she couldn’t visit Lola as she wanted to. On the occasions when the sisters met, she would jokingly say "I’m here! You might not talk to me again if I didn’t come visiting!"

Lola M was known to be overly sentimental and "mababaw" when she laughed and shed tears over the experiences of Valiente, Marimar, Valiente, and the numerous soap operas she watched on television. Proofs that she was alive, she was human, and she had a heart.

Many of us have countless experiences to share in our encounter with Lola M, as a daughter to Lolo Juan and Lola Insiang, a sister to Nena, Fanny, and Miling, as an aunt, cousin, sister-in-law, as a friend. We can go on and on and these are diverse experiences which make us all fondly remember her the more.

We, who are Lola M’s family thank you for your presence today. I am confident that Lola M is all smiles to see her many friends joining us in our hour of joy as she is welcomed by Lolo Armando in her glorious reunion with our Creator.

Our prayers this morning will be our jubilant send-off in her journey to eternity.

St. Augustine, Father of the Church, said "My Soul is restless unti it rests in You, Lord."

Let us pray that Lola M has found that rest she truly deserves for in our encounter with her, Lola M has made a difference.

You needed fucking badly and was extremely fond of me and I had you
so well broken in I could have never found a more suitable woman for a wife.
Saved us a lot of headaches when we began to fuck together, and both of us are
utterly contented. I am telling you this because I can see that you are well
ripe for fucking. You are longing to feel a stiff penis in your belly. I also
have you so well broken in that you could easily live with me as your husband.
We need sex and why not have it handy in the house with you.

I suppose I had been thinking along the same lines subconsciously. I
don’t mind confessing I would enjoy a fuck with you, hon. It would be damn
convenient for both of us and I have often suspected you could use a good cock.
I suppose you keep on hinting to me without realizing what is actually on your
mind.

Back at our flat, I was sitting in a large armchair after suffer and
as you walked by, I grabbed you around the waist and pulled you down to my
knees, so you had to sit on my lap with my left arm around your waist.

You looked at me in surprise, but I put my right hand on your left
shoulder and made you bend your body back over the arm of the chair. Then I
kissed your half-open mouth, thrusting my tongue inside and caressing yours as
well as the rest of your slick, sweet-smelling mouth. I kept my left hand and
arm around your body and held the back of your neck so I had you more or less
pinned down. Then I placed my right hand on the round mound of your left
breast, squeezing it gently and fingering your stiff nipple through the cloth
of your dress. You made no attempt to move my hand from your tit, but started
to return my kiss by rubbing my tongue with your tongue and then closing your
lips and sucking my tongue. While our mouths were glued together in that long
French kiss, I kept my right hand fondling and squeezing your left tit.

When I finally pulled my mouth away from you, your eyes were shining
with excitement; and you said, my God hon, you don’t kiss me like that! What on
earth will you be doing next?

I answered words with deeds. I pulled my hand from your breast and
placed it on your left knee and pushed it up under your skirt until I had it on
your bare thigh above your stockings. Then I caressed and squeezed the naked
flesh of your firm thigh. I murmured to you, “Hon, you know perfectly well you
are going to be fucked tonight! You know I want to shove my cock into your quim
and fuck the hell out of you and you know you want me to do it and have wanted
me to do it for a very long time. You are ripe for a good fucking, and you know
it! You also know that you need a man to fuck with regularly, just as I need a
woman for the same reason.

Oh, God! I do want a man! You admitted immediately. I would love to
live with you and fuck with you, but how could we do a thing like that? What
would happen if I became pregnant?

You suddenly gave a hissing sigh and wriggled your bottom, as I
worked my right hand between your thighs and stroked the hairy mound and the
wet crack of your cunt through the rayon panties.

Don’t worry about that, hon.

You were blushing a deep red, then pulled the zipper of my trousers
and slipped your fingers inside to grab and squeeze my cock. Very well, you
said with firm determination, take me to the bedroom and fuck me, honey. I must
feel this beautiful wiggling eel of your cock in my lonesome pussy.

You were sitting on the small padded chair of my dressing table, and
turned around to show me your body. Your firm breasts stuck out more
beautifully than I had ever imagined. Your areolas are surely two inches in
diameter and slightly raised from the rest of the tit. Your nipples are small,
but become nicely erect when they are fingered or you are feeling sexy. Your
belly is well covered with meaty flesh and you have a wide, deep navel.

When you saw me looking at you over so excitedly, you lifted your
right leg, swinging it out to rest your foot on the edge of the bed, spreading
your thighs so as to allow me a complete view of your open quim. You have a rather
sparse and fluffy bush, which barely covers the plump mount between your
thighs. You have no hair on the rest of your belly. Your cunt is long and slim,
the lips a nice pink in color and don’t press very tightly together as the red
tip of your clitoris sticks out at the top of your crack. Most unusually
attractive!

We went over to the bed and I turned you to face me and took you in
my arms, giving you a gentle but very loving kiss, pulling your naked body
tightly against mine so that your nice, firm breasts were pressed against my
chest and my horn was at your belly, and my balls nudged the hairs of your
mound deliciously. You reclined on your back with your head on the pillows. You
spread your legs as widely as you could and pulled your knees up just a bit so
that your pinkish-red cunt was gasping for me, and you said, honey, do be
careful.

I was down on my knees between your thighs, then raised up and
covered your body and kissed you on the mouth. Then I clasped you tightly in my
arms and turned a bit on my right side, which allowed me to bend my head down
and lick and suck your bubbies and take your tits in my mouth to suck with my
lips and tickle with my tongue. You gasped with delight when you felt my hands
and mouth on your tits, and your hands stroked my back and the hard orbs of my
muscular buttocks. I whispered to you, hon, take my cock in your fingers and
put it in that precious little hairy crack between your legs.

Your fingers closed timidly around the hard shaft of my dong, while
I ran my hands down your back to seize your large, round, fleshy buttocks. You
have the most beautiful bottom! It’s so deliciously round, firm and plump with
quite a deep valley between the cheeks, you guided the turgid head of my cock
right into the curly hairs of your crotch, and they tickled the head which is
so sensitive. I did not try to burry my cock in your cunt right away, but
teased your clitoris with the head until you were hissing and straining and
trying to milk out orgasms just from the traction of our limited contacts.

I had found the sweet dimple of your asshole between your plump
cheeks, and I was rubbing it hard with my finger, poking the tip right into the
entrance. Suddenly, you cried, honey, what are you doing to me there? That’s my
asshole!

I know that very well, hon. I told you as I placed the head of my
cock in your vagina. Later on, I am going to show you how a woman can make love
to a man by letting him fuck her asshole. I have got to make a woman of you, hon.
So I clutched you firmly by the buttocks and gave an immensely powerful forward
thrust of my cock.

I could feel your hymen tear followed the swollen head into the
tight, warm, trembling sheath of your vagina. At the moment, I burst through,
you gave me a fierce wiggle of your bottom and screamed, don’t hon, it hurts me
too much. But I gave a second hard shove and forced my dong all the way into
your cunt until my balls were touching your hairy lips.

When you had calmed down a little, hon, I began to fuck you with
slow, short strokes. You stopped sobbing when you felt my cock moving in the
sheath of your cunt, and even smiled tremulously when I said, does it hurt now,
hon? And you whispered, not anymore. It feels too good to hurt.

I increased the length of my strokes, pulling it back until only the
head remain in your clinging cunt, thrusting it back in to the hilt, but very
slowly. Soon, you began to move your body as if to keep time with my strokes. I
knew then it was the moment to fuck you in earnest, so I shifted my hands down
and grabbed the cheeks of your ass again and started to go much faster, driving
in deeply until our bellies slapped together.

Hon, you have the loveliest, juiciest, warmest, tightest cunt I have
ever shoved my cock into. How the oily, slippery, syrupy, fluttering vagina
squeezed and quivered about the long stake of my cock as I pulled it out to
shove it in again. Soon, you gave out with several little hisses and your body
shivered and then you suddenly crushed your body against mine, plastering your
boobies against my chest and your soft, plump belly against my hairy one, while
you waggled your bottom furiously and your cunt squeezed my cock in strong
spasm. You began to utter little shrill cries of the utmost joy and gave me a
passionate kiss as you said, hon, it is so thrilling, I never knew such divine
pleasures existed. Your wonderful cock is giving me such exquisite sensations
in my cunt. Fuck me as hard as you like, hon, it is too wonderful for words!

I had brought you three strong and wonderful orgasms when I felt
myself on the brink. My rigid prick began to spurt forth its jets of cream into
yours while your soft, slippery cunt sheath closed tightly around the column of
my dong and we both screamed and cried out in the utmost moment of simultaneous
and mutual joy. I love you, hon.

I was in a hurry to go to the gym when a student in my Philippine History class asked me to sign her dropping form. Everytime I encounter students who wish to drop or change subjects, I find time to interview them and do some counseling before getting the right but real story. Their stories are interesting but this girl caught my attention. While she was lurking my way to sign her papers, she said that she needs to transfer to the other school and stay with her parents in Nueva Ecija. Her uncle was taking shabu and tried to rape her one time when she was alone asleep. She told everyone in the family but noone believes her except her protective father. She was crying profusely because she’ll miss our educational trip to Ilocos. I’ll miss her, too, because she’s intelligent and pretty. I told her to finish her studies whatever comes her way. I like her courage to open up.

I carried my dumbbells and did four sets of bench press.

I’ve been writing stories about Gege and her mom, Romy and his business, Ate Weng and her struggles, Maricon and her fiance, a student and her uncle, and global changes and men.

It is a habit to wrtie them in the morning. If given importance, each story has true, realistic touch. No matter how difficult life is, the characters remained very strong, courageous, and consistent.

I remained weak and coward. If I could turn back time, I would correct the mistakes I did in the past. But it is never easy. Confession is the only chance. Total admission of my sins can relieve me from holding up my depressions and it can help, too, in moving on to my life. I admit that I closed my heart to anyone when I started loving someone. No matter how difficult, ten years won’t be wasted.

I need to reboot. I hope no more errors to fix this time.

Bjorn Lomborg reiterated that there are many vast global challenges that we could easily solve. Preventable diseases like HIV, diarrhea and malaria take 15 million lives each year. Malnutrition afflicts more than half the world’s population. Eight hundred million people lack basic education. A billion don’t have clean drinking water.  Maybe.

How about broken families, extramarital relations, social disorders, and corruptions? Maybe.

How about those men who are insensitively injurious to women they truly love and are continuously rejected no matter how hard for them to get back trust? It’s excessively easy to have possible solutions. We can impose discipline to men, new discoveries, and alternatives to solve these global dilemmas.

However, it is profusely difficult to get back women’s conviction. We men can be very sorry in the end. Chance. The chance that can auspiciously solve these problems.

She is the supervisor at i-logistics–a Japanese forwarding company and a broker based at International Airport. Ate Weng has been attending meetings in Hongkong, Korea, Singapore, and Japan. She is very natural, sweet and humble.

Her second husband, Kuya Norman (Kuya Perry’s brother), was a jobless brute. But he is now a converted believer of God after his struggles that ended up in a very painful separation with his first wife.

Ate Weng, too, wrestled with her freedom seeking legal custody of her children from her first husband. After five years of court hearings, she was finally freed.

The couple with their three grown up children came to visit us last Sunday. Kuya Norman keeps house while Ate Weng works or goes away in her business trips abroad. Fulfilled, the couple invited me to visit them in Bicutan.