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It is probably considered one of the best gifts a father could ever have. It doesn’t matter whether it came from your wife, husband, lover, children.. a Rolex is a Rolex.

I remember my dad having a Rolex. A gift given by my sister (she’s a daddy’s girl). My dad didn’t have much while growing up and for sure, he never once dreamed that he will be wearing a Rolex Perpetual during his lifetime. But he did. I remember how proud he was of that watch. He will only wear it on special occasions.

If you forgot your gift for Father’s Day, it’s not too late. Better late with a Rolex than nothing right?

If you’re looking for a bargain, try www.bestoftime.com. They offer the watch with a significant discount off of retail. They will even provide you a 100% genuine certified Rolexes that comes with a three-year warranty. They do not charge for shipping as well.

Come on. Give that best gift you forgot. And why get it anywhere else than from a business that has been rated by the Better Business Bureau with a grade of A+.

I already have one.  It was a gift I bought for myself during my ‘tieth birthday.  I have always wanted to own a Rolex watch… maybe you could make someone else happy by giving them one.

There is something that has been troubling me in the past couple of weeks.  That “something” is quite a thing that I would normally dispel.  But most recently, I found myself thinking more and more about it and it is really affecting the way I think and the way I react to people.

Have you ever met someone in your life for the first time and yet instantly, you feel that they dislike you?  For no apparent reason… it’s just that “they hate you”.

I personally don’t understand how people can hate anyone they don’t know.  Is it because of the way they look?  The way they talk?  What is it about them that they hate?

That happened to me recently.  Someone whom I don’t even know, reacted to me as if I was her most hated rival.  I have never done anything to this person (like I said, I don’t even know her).  What bothers me is the fact that she has pre-conceived notions about me and that I am being treated unfairly “just because”.

What gives?

Listen to this. I was speaking with my neighbor the other night. She is in sales for a Bridal Gown shop and she was telling me about a photo shoot they did somewhere in Little Rock, AR. They went to shoot at this amazing house. A house built from an old church this gay couple purchased for 10.00USD. They had it historically restored and refurbished. My neighbor was so impressed how this couple can afford anything at a whim.

It turns out that they have a business that they built from scratch, selling high-end pillows (yes – they cost about $300.00 to $400.00 a piece and they make the pillows out of scrap teddy bear parts from a manufacturer in Thailand. Imagine that. They make so much money that it is not an object to anything they desire. Home Office Furniture at its finest, a magnificent pool and simply imagine the two churches they used to build their home. I wonder if i will ever find a business that will provide for me without having to think about how much anything costs. Hmmm. Not sure if I will ever be that lucky. One can’t stop dreaming though.

I would like to have an office at home that looks like this…

Coming back from a trip to the Philippines, I was re-awaken to the fact that I’ve lost a lot of spirituality since coming over to the United States.  I could view it as something positive or negative but it depends on the way I look at it.

I was a very religious person when I lived there.  I go to mass every Sunday, pray the rosary when I can and I even attend Novena masses on Wednesdays.  There is a sense of peace and calm whenever I go to church.  I could sit there and watch the burning votives while I meditate on my life and what I’ve done.  I miss those moments.  Somehow, I don’t feel that here.  Could it be that my life has changed dramatically or is it that my views have changed.

While on vacation, I met a guy who still has the traits (spirituality) I used to have.  I don’t know if I miss being that way or simply sad because I lost that kind of belief, that sense of spirituality.  The people there clings to religion and faith.  Not sure if it’s because that is something they can hold on to without cost, or is it because they truly believe in it.

On the other hand, I admire their faith.  I wish I could regain it… or will I ever?