Ever heard the song “Baby Don’t You Break My Heart Slow” by Vonda Shepard? Well for me, it’s one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever known. The lyrics are so true it could almost make me cry.
I’d rather you be mean than love and lie, I’d rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye. I’d rather take the blow, at least then I would know. But baby don’t you break my heart slow
One time, me and my bestfriend were chatting through YM and she was having a problem with a man who was so in love with her. He brings her flowers and chocolates, invites her to movies and dinner, and he makes her feel that she is the most important woman in the whole universe. Yes, those acts are sweet and romantic but the thing is this: my bestfriend doesn’t reciprocate the feelings 
Before the guy started acting “weird” (as she describes it), they were best of friends. They hang out with each other, they share stories, and since they work in the same company, they also take lunch together. Everything was okey until the guy confessed his feelings for her. Now, my friend is uncomfortable being around him and she even plans to gradually avoid him.
Not that I want to meddle. I know I don’t have the right to do so, but since my friend asked for my opinion, I told her that it wouldn’t be fair to ignore and avoid the guy just because he suddenly fell in love with her. In my opinion, it would be better to tell it straight that all she can offer is friendship and nothing more. Sure, he’d feel rejected but it’s better than staying numb about it, else he might misinterpret.
Yes. Just like that song, I’d rather hear the truth if I were that guy.
I was just reading an old magazine and here’s what caught my attention:
That thing, that moment, when you kissed someone and you realized that that person is the only person you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time ~ Never Been Kissed
I was amused with the woman who wrote that quote. It’s amazing how a person’s life is changed when she believes that she finally found the one. Based on what she said, I gather she had a renewed zest for life after that kiss.
When I was younger, I used to hear people say “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” True enough, I’ve learned that sometimes birds of the same feather don’t always flock together. Some friends have hobbies and goals which are totally different from mine. I found out that friends don’t always like to watch the same movies, don’t always buy the same style of clothes, don’t always want the same color of lipstick, don’t always have the same dreams, etc. Rather than forcing them to get interested with my “wants,” I learned that a true friend respects and encourages your uniqueness. I believe friendship exists when you both understand that you can’t always agree on everything. I can’t call you my friend if I always need to say yes to you. Because with my true friends, I can always express myself even if it is a contradiction to their beliefs. A friend is someone who accepts you for who you are and tells you the truth when you need to hear it, even if it hurts. To be a true friend is to understand that each of us has a unique personality.
My friends are the craziest idiots I know, but I love them! ~ From MySpace
To begin with, the owner of this blog is a woman. I know in my first blog, most visitors call me dude, bro, tol, and somebody even called me kuya. They think I am a man but they are badly mistaken. Hihihi. Although my pen name, Sterndal, sounds boyish, I am 100% girl 
Girl as in lady, lass, gal, woman, binibini, fräulein, misses, etc. Of course I want to correct them and say “hey I’m a miss^^” but then again I’m too lazy to do that. Wahaha! People’s (just online peepz) misconception about my gender doesn’t matter that much to me. Call me crazy but they are merely strangers who happen to drop by my site and most likely they wont visit again so why bother? I’m just lazy to explain blah blah blah. At least in this blog, it is now clear that I am a woman Yehey!
I’m still thinking if I want to register this baby to blogging communities such as Mybloglog and Blogcatalog. I just don’t like the buttons! They ruin my layout…
