Once upon a time a girl, whose heart was still whole and untroubled, met a boy prince. He had such woe in his eyes and a hole in his heart to match. She decided she’d try her best to make the boy smile again. As whole as she was that time, she could not resist the broken spirit’s unseen need for rescue. 

       Sooner on, the girl and the boy became best of friends and grew so close to each other that only they can comprehend what was going on between them. And so she fell in love with that broken prince. Though uncertain, she risked.....

Forgive me, but I just can’t wait to say this…

Extending the life of an aging server is no walk in the park. It involves a lot of reading and countless rounds of “trial and error”… despite all the boredom and the loooooong process, there’s something out there that keeps me ticking… make no mistake, I am not a programmer nor a webmaster by profession… I am simply someone who likes to tinker with stuff and try to make them work (although sometimes I make things “break down”). But why do I like doing this? Why do I keep nurturing.....

I really resist (or do I resent?) the trite words that are often given as sage advice to someone who is going through difficult times.Well, just think about poor people in Afghanistan or Africa (or your sister, or someone you knew thirteen years ago, or someone you don’t even know who’s in pain). What if you were in their shoes? You can always find someone who has more problems than you do. Be thankful that yours are not as bad as theirs. Just think about that . . . you know, walking in their moccasins for two weeks.Nope. That’s not what I need to hear. I don’t want my needs or my.....