I wish you could have my heart and feel my feelings towards you.

I wish you could have my eyes and see the cuteness of you.

I wish you could have my brain that could never stop thinking about you.

I wish you could have my legs that keep on running towards you.

I wish you could have my hand that is dying to hold you.

I wish you could have my lips that that keep on kissing the pictures of you.

I wish you could have my body that is dying without you.

Then again, I wish you could not have all of these because it’ll only make you suffer.  It’s ok for me to feel all these by myself. I’m just a silly boy who is in love with an angel. I don’t have the guts to say ‘I love you’. The only thing that I wish right now is for you to read this. Oh dear Lord, how I wish she knows that I love her.

P.S.: I can only say I love you in this silly blog of mine…. hehehehe.. haih… I’m a silly boy…

A mild-mannered man was tired of being bossed around by his wife so he went to a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist said he needed to build his self-esteem, and so gave him a book on assertiveness, which he read on the way home.

He had finished the book by the time he reached his house.

The man stormed into the house and walked up to his wife.

Pointing a finger in her face, he said, “From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I’m finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you’re going to draw me my bath so I can relax. And when I’m finished with my bath, guess who’s going to dress me and comb my hair?”

“The funeral director,” said his wife.

Close your eyes.. picture me.. What do you see? I am only one person, with one mind, one soul, one heart.. but I have many faces.. Can you tell them apart? Many say I have the face of an angel..strong and wise.. Look alittle closer.. Can you see the devil in my eyes? In the morning when I awake.. I look in the mirror ans ask my self.. Which face shall I wear today? For I have many faces.. Do you see a women torn between who she is and who she wants to be? Do you see a mother who tries her best? A women who hides her fears, holds in all her tears? Do you see a friend? A lover? Do you wish to seek and discover? Do you see the child inside? Do you see my wild side? Do you see me as a writer? A delighter? Do you see me as an employee? Future interior designer? Do you see my rage? I feel like the true me has been locked in a cage.. Can you see my confusion? Is this life just an illiusion? Can you see my dreams? Can you hear my screams? Do you see my pain? I feel as if I am standing on the outside, looking in.. afraid of what may come.. Yet still thru each trial, I hold my head up an smile.. Acknowledge my prides.. Tell myself if I can make it thru today.. tomorrow will be o’kay.. So many faces… longing for embraces.. Now open your eyes.. look at me and tell me.. Who do you see?