Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Posted by LIMBERELLA at 7/14/2009 06:34:00 PM 0 comments Links to this post


A store that sells husbands has just
opened in New York City, where a woman
may go to choose a husband. Among the
instructions at the entrance is a
description of how the store operates.
You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!

You may choose any man from a
particular floor, or you may choose to
go up a floor, but you cannot go back
down except to exit the Building! So,
a woman goes to the Husband Store to
find a husband.

On the first floor the sign on the
door reads:

Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love
the Lord.

The second floor sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love
the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love
the Lord, love kids, and are extremely
good looking.

"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled
to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign

Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love
the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead
good looking and help with the

"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can
hardly stand it!"
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and
sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love
the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead
gorgeous, help with the housework, and
have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she
goes to the sixth floor and the sign

Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to
this floor. There are no men on this
floor. This floor exists solely as
proof that women are impossible to

Thank you for shopping at the Husband
Store. Watch your step as you exit the
building, and have a nice day!

There's no such a thing as the right
man or woman but there's such a thing
as being the right person for whom God
has given you.

Please send this to all men for a good
laugh and to all the women who can
handle the truth!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Posted by LIMBERELLA at 7/05/2009 04:23:00 PM 0 comments Links to this post

Hearing heartaches makes me ask or rather ponder a few questions:

Why do some people make promises they don’t intend to keep?
Why do third parties exist? I mean, can one actually love two persons at the same time?
Why do some people fall out of love?
Why do some people find it hard to remain faithful?
What are “sorry’s” for if one will still repeat the same thing after a million apologies?
Is breaking someone’s heart merely an “I did not mean to”?

My Reflection

Posted by LIMBERELLA at 7/05/2009 03:56:00 PM 0 comments Links to this post

  • I want to share with you a reflection I had upon hearing a sentiment from a friend. This is what I told her.

"When you love someone, you are giving that person the greatest power to hurt you. Yet still you take the risk of loving, taking chances of every bit of happiness with a hope within that he would not hurt you. But he can and he did. Then what seems to be your greatest happiness turn into your greatest pain. And even the most expensive drug cannot cure your anguish because healing a broken heart is as hard as struggling to live when you’re close to dying".

Monday, June 29, 2009

Remnants of the old times

Posted by LIMBERELLA at 6/29/2009 08:20:00 PM 3 comments Links to this post

I spent my recent summer vacation at Camiguin. It’s been a while splurging my summer at my father’s hometown. Before, we never fall short going to Camiguin every summer. Young juveniles—cannot wait to take a splash in the beach despite the strong heat of the sun or chasing around every corner of the province. So childish but those were the moments I really miss. But things change when we became grown ups. Separate lives, change of schedules and etc...

Anyway, these pictures are remnants of the old times (although these are recent photographs). Those times just cannot be replaced.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My Little Luggage

Posted by LIMBERELLA at 6/28/2009 08:26:00 PM 0 comments Links to this post
    Got this from Little Singkit (Thank you by the way for promoting my blog). This blog is supposed to be something that you have to “tag” to your girlfriends or fellow bloggers. I’m not yet familiar with the term, I’m not even sure if it’s an adjective or simply a verb (hehe) but anyway I find it interesting so might as well post it in my corner. The “tag thing” will just come later.

The rules:

1. Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go into your closet and pull out your favorite purse! We want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house.

2. List how much it cost. And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, we'd love to hear it. (I WON’T NAME PRICES nalang)

3. Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck you're showing everyone your bag.

    So here's my bag. Actually, this is my mother's. I'm not the “bag-holic”, a term I just created moments ago. I do not own dozens of it or is fond of it. I am more of a bag “scrounger” chic, ironic for a girl though. Smiles*. I call this my little luggage. It’s huge enough for my things and so to include my trashes.

What’s inside my little luggage:

1. My cell phone. Bought this by my own sweat.
2. Revlon Foundation (a Christmas present)
3. Johnson’s Baby Powder 
4. A Girbaud Wallet
5. Clinique: Happy Hearts perfume
6. Off Mosquito Lotion 
7. Estee Lauder Make-up (given by my Martin’s mom)
8. Tissue
9. Hair Brush (given by my uncle)
10. Phone Charger
11. Green fan (given by Martin)
12. One More Chance book (Mitch Albom)
13. Scientific Calculator
14. Toothpaste
15. Tooth Brush
16.) Deodorant 
17.) Marker (Black and Green)
18.) Nivea Lip Gloss (given by my sister
19.) Doctor J Alcohol
20.) Finesse Volumizing Mousse 


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