Virgo woman horoscope

The Virgo woman is the chaste kind of woman. This is not due to her being born like this, but to her being educated in this spirit. This is exactly where her charm comes from. It results from this inner conflict between her fear of sin and the ease with which she commits it.

Don’t listen to Virgo woman’s endless critics and don’t pay attention to her various fears…! Her cleaning the whole house five minutes before her suitors knock at her door shouldn’t influence you. Her interior purity, which cannot find some other ways of expressing itself, accounts for all this.

If you stimulate the Virgo woman a little (not mentally, but erotically), you’ll discover a pure inner beauty, always ready to sacrifice herself in the name of conceptions and preconceived ideas. Devoting herself entirely to you, the Virgo woman will make you feel as if you were the absolute God of all human pleasures.

The Virgo woman cures all sufferings - just look at her harmonious legs, at her thighs that ask for slightly nasty touches, at that waist with a provocative girdle, at her beautifully shaped breasts, in a line which is neither childish nor mature, at her cameo-like neck, with her Renaissance curls that make you shiver at their slightest move. It is especially when she bends like a tired tiger cat that the Virgo woman reveals a sort of feminity, which is peerless even compared to the Aries woman. Let her go crazy a little because of your coming to a date with your tousled shirt - it’s her way of showing you how much she loves you and how much she wants you to be the perfect of your couple, not her.

Virgo woman horoscope by Linda Goodman

Do you visualize the Virgo girl as a gentle, virginal maiden, pure as the driven snow? You may be about to get some illusions shattered. She is no White Rock nymph in a gauzy tunic, kneeling by the pool. Sorry to spoil your image.

A Virgo woman can leave her husband for a man she met beside some faraway ocean, bear her lover’s child before the benefit of marriage, and face a hostile world with her head held high. That’s not very maidenly or virginal. There’s a lot to leam about this tender, fragile little symbol of spotless womanhood. For one thing, her spine is made of stainless steel.

It’s quite true that she’s basically shy. No argument there. Virgo girls don’t climb on soap boxes to make fiery, aggressive speeches or chop up saloons with hatchets, like Carry Nation. They don’t get arrested for drunken driving, either, and 111 give you a five dollar bill for every one you find featured in a burlesque show. But a Virgo woman is a woman. She has all the necessary wiles and weapons, including a determination to pursue happiness wherever the path happens to lead her. A few prickly thorns along the way won’t cause her either to faint or cry weakly for help.

When you hear of a Virgo woman who has outraged the laws of society, be sure you read between the lines. She is basically pure-minded-true. But so is love. Real love. And Virgo is not interested in any other kind. She’ll climb the tallest mountains and storm the raging seas in galoshes and a pea jacket, once the spirit of Mercury has been exalted, which can considerably dim that wispy, chiffon image. Remember, too, that Virgo’s true ruler, the distant Vulcan, is the god of thunder. A Virgo woman who recog­nizes her marriage as imperfect and finds a-love without a flaw (or thinks she has, which is the same thing), won’t hesitate to cut former ties. When she uses the knife, she’ll be as cool and precise as a surgeon. Much as she hates to break the family circle, the Virgo hates hypocrisy more.

Once she’s accepted a love as true and ideal, the purity of her own concept of the relationship reigns supreme over all the pieces of legal paper in the world. She’s the one woman in the zodiac who can be deadly practical and divinely romantic at the same time. That situation of the love affair beside some faraway ocean may seem casual and immoral on the surface. Actually, it’s a predictable example of a Virginian behaving true to character when caught in a difficult decision. She’ll suffer agonies of em­barrassment over the condemnation of society in such an affair, but that won’t alter her course of action any more than it will alter the purity of her motivation. It’s a perfect example of the firm practicality of Virgo’s earth element, blended with the mental, airy, ideal-seeking Mercury. There’s a white heat to Virgo love, once it’s ignited, that can put the passions of other Sun signs to shame by its very intensity and singleness of purpose. Igniting it may take some time, however.

I will admit that the fiery, physical aspect of love may be somewhat subdued in the typical Virgo female, but there’s a mysterious, quiet, waiting quality in this woman. and “passion of the spirit” is a most satisfactory substitute to men who prefer the delicacy of understatement in romance.

She’s a perfectionist, but that doesn’t mean that she herself is perfect. She has her negative traits, and they can be very trying. To begin with, Virgo females have this dogged belief that no one can do things as orderly and as efficiently as they can. What really drives you wild is that- usually-no one can. They’re also sticklers for promptness. Did you ever keep a Virgo woman waiting for a date? When she’s upset or cranky, she won’t rage and storm and break bottles over your head, but she can be shrewish and fussy when you’ve annoyed her. You might as well expect a frank scolding. An occasional Virgo woman can come pretty close to behaving like a virago, but most of them don’t carry it that far. Take her flowers. Admit you’re wrong and don’t argue. It won’t do you a bit of good, you can’t win with a Virgo. The earth is her element, so she appreciates the creations of nature, and the posies will soften her irritation. As for the apologies, keep them brief and accurate. The Virginian is nobody’s fool. Her clarity of vision will spot an elaborate lie by the smoothest talker, and the faintest smear of lipstick on the edge of a collar. She may be pure-minded, but she’s certainly not naive.

I’m not implying that she’ll go through your laundry, at least not before you’re married. After that, it will be in her house, and she won’t feel so guilty about it.

This girl has a mental block when it comes to admitting she’s wrong-like a block of wood right in front of her brain-so you’d be smart to take the blame right away. Most of the time, she’ll be right, frustrating though it may be. So why fight it? When you’ve put her back into her normal mood, she’s such an exquisite delight, you won’t care who won or lost.

If you can bear the wound to your male ego, you might profit from taking her financial advice, or letting her handle the budget. She’s concise and practical, and she catches tiny errors even a CPA might overlook. (Unless there are afflictions in her natal aspects, or she has an impulsive ascendant.)

Brush up on your manners and your grammar if you’re dating a Virgo female. She won’t take kindly to abuse of the language, swearing or drinking from the finger bowl. Don’t chew celery close to her ear and it’s better if you pass up corn-on-the-cob altogether. That’s enough of a challenge at any time, let alone trying to eat it daintily in front of her. Tell the waiter to cut it off and serve it to you on the plate. You’ll never pass inspection with sloppy clothing, either. Once in love with a Virgo, you might as well resign yourself to shaving twice a day, and the same goes for showers. Splash on after shave lotion, brush off the lint, spruce up your hair, wear a fresh shirt, mind your manners, and polish your shoes before you go a-courting this girl. And here’s a very valuable tip: the next time you’re late, pretend you don’t realize what time it is. Walk in her door angrily. When she asks you what’s wrong, tell her that silly, ridiculous, blasted library (that’s about as profane as you’ll dare to get) keeps closing five minutes before they’re supposed to, according to their rules. It wouldn’t be so bad now and then, but they lock the doors on you every night when you have all those heavy scientific journals to put away. She’ll forget all about the tardiness.

Don’t take her to the racetrack and let her see you throw away a week’s pay on Golden Chance in the fifth, on the nose. Save your off-color stories for the men at lunch, and tell her constantly you’re glad she’s not the flighty type, You are, aren’t you? She’s not a clinging vine, either. Virgo goes to no extremes. She can take care of herself, thank you. But she doesn’t have to act like a man to do it.

Don’t overpower her with your physical charms or bear hug her on the subway, and don’t rush the goodnight kiss on the first or even the tenth date-wait for better things. In general, underplay the whole scene. Move in slowly, with grace and taste, or you’ll end up in the orchestra pit with all the other banjo thumpers. Speaking of the theater, she’ll probably love it. Parades, too. The pomp and pag­eantry, the dramatic emotion, give her an outlet for her own tightly controlled emotions. Besides, she’s one great critic. Her highly developed intellect and artistic taste com­bine to give her a keen perception. If you could make Broadway producers understand this, you’d be showered with free passes to out-of-town openings. A Virgo woman will call the critics’ reviews in advance almost every time. Discrimination is one of her keywords. She loves plays, concerts and books, but she’s severely critical of the con­tent. She’s just as critical of your tie and how you wear your hair, what you do and what you say. To criticize is as natural to her as breathing is to you. Virgo is the eternal perfectionist, and without her, we would all be pretty •nessy and sloppy around the edges. Don’t cr iticize her, lowever. That’s against the rules. The golden rule definitely does not apply here. What she does to you, you’d better not do to her. Her crystal-clear thinking makes her in­wardly as aware of her own imperfections as she is of yours, and she judges herself frequently and harshly, which is why she feels she doesn’t need any help from you. Of her it can be truly said that she’s “her own worst critic.”

One nice thing about being in love with this woman is that she’ll do all your worrying for you, and possibly even enjoy it. She’ll keep you from goofing without robbing you of your manhood, an art that women born under other Sun signs might well imitate.

As for the matter of faithfulness, you may hear of a rare Virgo female who, for her own unfathomable reasons, has decided to toss away virtue with a vengeance, but there’s usually a desire to prove something to herself at the bottom of such a spree, and it won’t last long. Virgo females who take an occasional whirl down the primrose path of promis­cuity are clever enough to cover up the lapse, and such behavior is most certainly an exception. Ordinarily, if she really loves you, you’d be safe to trust the typical Virginian woman with the sexiest man you know on a desert island for a month. For two months? Well, Virgos are human, you know. They’re not walking, talking computers. They have hearts warmer than people suspect, and emotions that can thunder with feeling, even if they don’t care to rent a billboard to advertise it. The emotional nature of Virgo is controlled, but not nonexistent. Remember that. It will give you courage.

The Virgo girl is annoyingly meticulous about small things, but she can also be the kindest, most generous and affectionate little creature in the world. Consider her per­fectionism a virtue, instead of a vice. With all the impulsive­ness rampant in the world, what would we do without the sharp eye and mind of Virgo? Even while she’s irri­tating you with her critical ways, there’s a lovable quality about her that’s downright irresistible. But of course you’ve already discovered that, or you wouldn’t be shaving twice a day and going to the library every night. Her modest manner and soft, clear eyes have done their job well. You’ve probably even found out how much fun she is when people don’t pick on her, and what a clever wit lies inside that pretty head. It’s a lovely and strange thing that when Virgo women laugh it often sounds like the peal of little bells.

She has no illusions, so don’t try to sell her any phony ideas. To her, truth is beauty-and beauty is truth. Get used to her emptying the ash trays every three seconds, be kind to her stray kittens, and she’ll perform the pipe and slippers routine with feminine grace. She’ll share herself cautiously, only with one she trusts, and little things mean a lot to her. Despite her modesty and natural shyness, she’s tough enough and strong enough for others to find com­forting when dark clouds gather. The quiet courage and deep sense of responsibility of Virgo women often acts as a magic glue to hold large families together. She’ll probably be a good cook, and she’ll never poison you with her soup. Your house will be clean and cozy, and the big bowl on the coffee table will hold apples instead of choco­late candies (bad for the teeth and general health).

You’ll probably never see your youngster running around the neighborhood with a runny nose, a jam-stained face or torn sneakers. You won’t find tiny fingers scatter­ing your tobacco or coloring on your private papers, either. She’ll be a firm disciplinarian. Virgo women seldom have more than one or two children, and don’t seem to need motherhood to satisfy their femininity. But once baby has bounced into her life, she’ll never neglect his physical, moral or educational needs. She may not supply his emo­tional needs as easily, but if she’s sure of your love and knows she’s appreciated, she’ll relax and give her offspring plenty of warm affection. Little ones often find Virgo mothers delightfully funny and gentle. They’ll be firm, and try to instill good habits, but they have a tender touch that tells a child he’s securely loved.

Remember the poem that says you shouldn’t buy bread with your last sixpence, but “hyacinths for the soul”? Give this woman both. You may often catch her busy with sew­ing or mending, and if you have a really typical Virgo wife, your house may be full of the heavenly mixed fragrance of fresh flowers and hot home-made bread baking crisply in the oven. It’s pretty nice to come home to. She’ll dust off all your old dreams and make them shine again, and you’ll have a woman who will never borrow your razor or use your toothbrush for her mascara. She’ll nurse you like an angel when you’re ill, and she won’t embarrass you by flirting with your best friend. She’ll dress neatly and be able to talk with you about something besides diapers and beauty parlor gossip. You’ll get every ounce of loyalty and devotion you deserve. She won’t throw emotional scenes of jealousy or throw your money away foolishly. She’ll keep your secrets in her heart, help you organize your work, and probably won’t get wrinkled in middle age. Now really, isn’t all that worth minding your manners and keep­ing your fingernails clean? Her eyes are cool pools of pure love, and when she smiles, she can light up a whole room with her radiance. Better keep her. You may never get so lucky again.

“Even though we’ve changed and we’re all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we’ll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we’re not all still friends.”

   
They laid their hands upon my head,
They stroked my cheek and brow;
And time could heal a hurt, they said,
And time could dim a vow.

And they were pitiful and mild
Who whispered to me then,
"The heart that breaks in April, child,
Will mend in May again."

Oh, many a mended heart they knew.
So old they were, and wise.
And little did they have to do
To come to me with lies!

Who flings me silly talk of May
Shall meet a bitter soul;
For June was nearly spent away
Before my heart was whole.
   
   

   
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I SCREAM AND SHOUT
AS FROM THE HOLE IN MY HEART I’M BLEEDING
THE TEARS FILLING MY EYES, I’M CRYING
IT’S YOUR FAULT I’M VANISHING
IT’S YOUR FAULT! I’M SICK OF FIGHTS
JUST TAKE BLADE I’M FIDDLING IN MY HANDS, THIS KNIFE
I DARE YOU… STAB ME IN THE HEART, JUST ONCE MORE TIME
WITH YOUR LYING
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
WORDS BLAZING IN MY HEAD
EACH AND EVERY TIME I SEE YOU WALK BY
I KNOW YOU WANT ME DEAD
BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER, YOU DONT NEED TO LIE!
I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU NOW
THE WAY YOU TOOK AWAY MY HAPPY SONG, HAPPY SOUND
I HATE YOUR HEAD, BECAUSE IT THINKS NOTHING BUT IMAGE
I HATE YOUR HEART, BECAUSE IT’S ICE COLD, THERE’S NOTHING
I HATE YOUR BEING SELFISH AND SELF CENTERED…
I HATE YOUR LEGS BECAUSE THEY ALLOW YOU TO RUN!
RUN AND HIDE ALL YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES
EACH AND EVERYTIME
I TRIED TO SAY HELLO
I HATE YOUR EARS, BECAUSE THEY DON’T LISTEN
I’D SAY I HATE YOUR PERSONALITY,
BUT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE
I’D SAY I DIDN’T HATE BEING WITH YOU CAUSE I WANT YOU TO BE CULPABLE FOR ALL OF YOU DONE TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS
BUT AFTER THIS I DON’T MISS YOU CAUSE YOUR NOTHING BUT DAMN BEING…
DEEP INSIDE, I KNOW I PROBABLY DO
BUT ALL I CAN FEEL NOW IS -
HATE TOWARDS YOU! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
   
   

We roll up the rugs and strip the beds by rote,
              Summer expires as it has done before.
              The ferry is no simple pleasure boat

Nor are we simply cargo, though we’ll float
              Alongside heavy trucks – their stink and roar.
              We roll up rugs and strip the beds by rote.

This bit of land whose lines the glaciers wrote
              Becomes the muse of memory once more;
              The ferry is no simple pleasure boat.

I’ll trade my swimsuit for a woolen coat;
              The torch of autumn has but small allure.
              We roll up rugs and strip the beds by rote.

The absences these empty shells denote
              Suggest the losses winter has in store.
              The ferry is no simple pleasure boat.

The songs of summer dwindle to one note;
              The fog horn’s blast (which drowns this closing door.)
              We rolled up rugs and stripped the beds by rote.
              The ferry is no simple pleasure boat.

Sino ba ako?

Ako si Agot. Masungit na mabait,
mataray na palangiti, Seryosong komedyante…. gets nyo! Margarita Grate
sa Skul pero sa iba ate Agot, Sa iba Aga at yung iba naman MommyYoh! Na
lagging bumabati sa inyo ng maganda po ako ngayon gabi o kaya maganda
po ako ngayong araw at madalas na laging maganda at lalong gumaganda pa
araw-araw…Kaya nyo yon!!!! ako lang ang nakakagawa nun…hehehe! Simpleng
kaibigan at kabarkada….. Ang babaeng walang “R” pero may “K”….
Kaibigan, kabiruan, katalakan, katarayan, kakenkoyan, kamalditahan,
kakulitan, kachikahan, kalandian, kagandahan at higit sa lahat
karapatan….. walang aangal….Siyempre di lang “K” ang meron ako T-ga rin
ako….Taga lutas ng problema minsan pero minsan problema rin naman…..
Tagapayo ng mga nagmamahal pero wala akong minamahal si morning lang at
mga friends ko . Taga sermon
sa mga pasaway at isa ring pasaway! hehehe sorry tao lang poh!….. Taga
kwento; taga tagay: taga linis; taga luto; taga laba at marami pang
taga….. wala na bang iba !!!!! Di ba ang saya ng buhay ko….. Walang
problema….

Yun
ang akala nyo….. Ipupusta ko? Pasamasamahin nyo pa lahat ng problema
nyo bale wala yan kumpara sa problema ko at pinagdaanan ko sa buhay…..
pero heto ko taas noo na sasabihin ko na kaya ko at KAKAYANIN ko…. Alam
kong kumplikado ang buhay pero bakit lalo pa natin papahirapan ang
sarili natin kung pwede naman hindi diba! Lahat ng bagay ay may dahilan at lahat naman ay may paraan…..

Kung
titignan lang nyo ang tao sa anyo di mo sya makikilala kung sino sya
pero kung kakausapin mo at tatanungin malamang na makikilala mo, diba! Tulad
ko ang alam nila ang babaw-babaw ko…. kasi yung ang nakikita nila pero
ang totoo malalim akong tao higit pa sa inaakala nyo….. Ako ito si
Agot….

Simpleng kaibigan…. Marunong magpasalamat, Humingi ng tawad at di nakakalimutan magmahal kahit na alam ko na mahirap magmahal….. Kayo kilala nyo ba ko????? o naitanong nyo na ba sa sarili nyo kung sino Kayo?

Isa pang maipagmamalaki ko Mahal na mahal ako ng Diyos…. Kasi sa dami ng trials ko sa buhay ni minsan hindi ako nabigatan kasi alam ko na katulong ko sya sa pagbubuhat ng mga problema ko….. Isa
pa binigyan nya ko ng maayos at mabuting pamilya…. Pangalawa,
biniyayaan nya ko ng maraming kaibigan ….. At higit sa lahat
niregaluhan nya ko ng isang kayaman na kahit anong mangyari maituturing
kong akin si Morning…… Kayo ganun din ang ginagawa nya sa inyo di
palang ninyo binubuksan ang mga regalo nyo…..

Sa simpleng ito sana nagkaroon kayo ng idiya kung sino ba talaga ako……”Secret”

Psssshhhh ako ito!!!!! Hulaan nyo!!!!!!!!! hehehehehe

Friends,

Maraming maraming salamat sa lahat ng mga naitulong nyo sa
akin. Kayo ang naging kakampi ko,
kaagapay ko, sandigan ko at lakas ko sa mga nangyari at pangyayari sa buhay
ko. Ang galing galing ko pag kayo ang
kasama ko; Ang tapang tapang ko; at ang saya saya ko. Madami talaga akong dapat ipangpasalamat sa
inyo kasi nakikita nyo ang di nakikita ng iba sa akin. Nasasabi ko ang di ko masabi sa iba. At ang laki ng ibinibigay nyong suporta sa
akin. Ang lakas lakas ng loob ko pag kayo
ang nasa tabi ko. Iba talaga kayo. Alam nyo kung paano ko patatawanin o
paiiyak. Hay! di buo ang buhay ko kung
wala kayo. Di ako naging totoo kung di
dahil sa inyo…… Sa lahat maraming maraming salamat…..

Sorry….. Sorry kung minsan
nakapagsasalita ako ng di maganda sa inyo. Sorry kung minsan naging mahina ako. Sorry kung nasasaktan ko kayo. Sorry sa mga pagkukulang ko sa inyo. Marami rin akong pagkukulang at kasalanan na ok lang lagi sa inyo.
Katuwiran nyo. “si Ate Agot naman yan eh!” pero diba ang

mali

…. Pero
kayo laging ok lang….. Sorry….Sorry….Sorry…. kung nakamamatay lang ang sorry
siguro matagal na akong patay….(joke)…..Pero sa totoo lang sorry talaga…..

I Love You……… Mahal na mahal ko
talaga kayong lahat kung ano man ang ipinakikita ko sa inyo totoo yon…. kasi
alam kong ganun din kayong lahat sa akin…… Alam nyo kayo lang ang maituturing kong akin bukod kay morning kayo ang
isa sa mga kayamanan ko na kahit anong mangyari di maaagaw sa ‘kin. Kaya nga mahal na mahal ko kayong lahat…..
isa man ang mawala sa inyo iiyakan ko….. Marami ng trials ang naranasan ko pero
kayo lagi pa rin kayong nandyan di nyo ko iniiwan…. Alam ko ang pakiramdam ng iniiwan kasi
naranasan ko nayon, kaya ang promise ko sa inyo kahit anong mangyari walang
iwanan….. Lagi lang akong nasa tabi nyo…. Ako lang ang nag-iisa nyong Ate
Agot……. Love you very much…..

Basta tayo magkasama laging
mayroong umagang kay ganda pagsikat ng araw maydalang liwanag sa atin umaga….
haharapin natin…

Ate Agot

They said that life is so complicated i agree with that… That why i won’t like my life make so complicated pa! Is enough for me to flow to the dance of life, the the tune of music and to rules of games… It easy to pretend but it is hard to accept the truth db.

So Be it…. Play it…. And smile as if wlang nangyayari…hahahaha

Love is unconditional… Yes, you can’t demand what you want to? U can’t ask for more? and you can’t say to love you the same you love him???? It’s Hard??? No Choice????

I love him but he can’t love you back!!! It’s better to let him go and love him in my own way, ng hindi nia alam.

Mahirap talagang mahalin c Mr. X…. HEhehehehe

Before I thought that life is like a game that we need to play. Is that like a girl playing dolls  or a boy playing basketball.  Game that you always be happy, always bringing you happiness…. I was wrong so wrong…. not all games make me happy… Like the game of life always make me cry….