<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:30:22.439+08:00</updated><category term='down'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='sad'/><category term='gift-giving'/><category term='irena cyanogaster'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='pride'/><category term='arguments'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='mask'/><category term='oxymoron'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='pretending'/><category term='risk'/><category term='elderly'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='angel'/><category term='survey'/><category term='window'/><category term='soul'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='disappointed'/><category term='family'/><category term='youth'/><category term='lies'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='my life'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='weakness'/><category term='friend'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='Rick Warren'/><category term='friends'/><category term='romance'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='girl scouting'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='women'/><category term='staying young'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='papa'/><category term='rottweiler'/><category term='mama&apos;s birthday'/><category term='complexities of love'/><category term='name'/><category term='single'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='unconditional love'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Lie. love'/><category term='Bithday'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='difficulties'/><category term='qoute'/><category term='The Purpose Driven Life'/><category term='The Greatest Advice'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='less fortunate'/><category term='things'/><category term='truths'/><category term='pain'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='men'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='love'/><category term='questions'/><category term='brokenness'/><category term='bo-girl relationship'/><category term='GOD'/><title type='text'>the overflowed thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-4716406495207889420</id><published>2010-02-02T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:03:43.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2k6E8QxK4I/AAAAAAAAALk/8MIZ_ZX2gdo/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2k6E8QxK4I/AAAAAAAAALk/8MIZ_ZX2gdo/s200/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433938281969560450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love and will always be inlove to the very same person. YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy happy 70th monthsary my Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you big time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-4716406495207889420?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4716406495207889420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=4716406495207889420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4716406495207889420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4716406495207889420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-happy-70th-monthsary-my-love.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2k6E8QxK4I/AAAAAAAAALk/8MIZ_ZX2gdo/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1650332874401976381</id><published>2010-02-01T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:39:28.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite Attracts</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In our psychology class way back in freshmen, we were seated alphabetically arranged. &lt;i style=""&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; was at my back. One time, he didn’t bring his book with &lt;i style=""&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, as kind as I am, I shared my book with &lt;i style=""&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. No malice at all. &lt;i style=""&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;’s not my type anyway. Our classmates begin to tease us. I got so irritated that I wouldn’t want to sit in front of &lt;i style=""&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. But I don’t have any choice, I have to sit there and bear with all my teaser classmates. Same scenario happened every psychology class, so I get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;February,.. love month… with love booths in the campus. A senior student just grabbed my hand forcing me to enter the booth. Quite excited but nervous as to who will be paired to me, I was really hesitant. When I saw who my pair was, I struggle to death just to escape. But to no avail… Ok, we were handcuffed reading sort of love/marriage vow… eeeewwwwe! I didn’t know then that he is observing my reactions. Good thing, it just lasted for about 5 min. whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in sophomore when I learned from a friend that this guy has a crush on me. That he wanted to court me but he’s waiting for the right timing. Of all my classmates “bakit xa pa?… duh!” – that’s what my reaction was. After biology class, &lt;i style=""&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;approached me saying “&lt;i style=""&gt;pwede ka makauron?”&lt;/i&gt; (can we talk?). I just said ok. Then and there, outside the classroom beside a tree, he told me that &lt;i style=""&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; likes me and &lt;i style=""&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;wanted to court me. I don’t know why I felt “&lt;i style=""&gt;kilig” … &lt;/i&gt;haha! As I said yes, then he began courting me. (maybe, I easily decided to let him court me because I was quite envy of my friends who do have boyfriends and fetch them after school, while I was left alone. Hmphft!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 6 months I guess,… &lt;i style=""&gt;He &lt;/i&gt;said “I love you” and&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;asked me bout my feelings towards &lt;i style=""&gt;him, &lt;/i&gt;I said I love you too though I was really unsure bout my feelings. Haha (That was the day after Deedee’s bday, 02 April 2004, she invited our class for an overnight celeb, Manhattan Beach Resort).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can say that at first we were not the usual couples. It is my order not to let anyone in our class know about our relationship even my cousin who is our classmate. I told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that I do not want him sitting beside me in our classroom, EVER!. And PDA is strictly prohibited. And so he obeyed… But after a month I decided to tell it to my friends. They can’t believe it… they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1….2…3…4…5…...years passed, with lots of misunderstandings and struggles in our relationship, yet love never fades. I have learned to love him this much. Our opposite personalities helped a lot to strengthen our relationship. Indeed OPPOSITE ATTRACTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1650332874401976381?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1650332874401976381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1650332874401976381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1650332874401976381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1650332874401976381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/opposite-attracts.html' title='Opposite Attracts'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-403730310321768602</id><published>2010-01-09T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:46:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yhenny is back!</title><content type='html'>I never thought that i will be able to write here once again after more than a year of absence. I just hope that I can still pull sentences in my mind to form phrases. haha .... Is my drive in writing back?? I think so... Welcome to the blogging world yhenny! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-403730310321768602?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/403730310321768602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=403730310321768602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/403730310321768602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/403730310321768602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/yhenny-is-back.html' title='Yhenny is back!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5014548723194490544</id><published>2009-12-20T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:49:04.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexities of love'/><title type='text'>Losing the "romance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was emailed to me by a friend...&lt;br /&gt;Touchy story that will melt your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him  for his steady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have&lt;br /&gt;to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him&lt;br /&gt;before, Has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a&lt;br /&gt;relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, &lt;br /&gt;his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing  romantic moments&lt;br /&gt;into our marriage has  disheartened  me  about love. One day, I finally&lt;br /&gt;decided to tell him  my decision, that I wanted a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are  no  reasons for&lt;br /&gt;everything in the world!" I answered.  He kept silent the whole night,&lt;br /&gt;seems to be in  deep  thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. &lt;br /&gt;My feeling of disappointment only increased, here  was  a man who can't&lt;br /&gt;even express his predicament, what  else can I hope from him?  And finally&lt;br /&gt;he asked me:" What can I do to change  your  mind?" Somebody said it&lt;br /&gt;right, it's hard to change  a  person's personality, and I guess, I have&lt;br /&gt;started losing faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered :  "Here  is the&lt;br /&gt;question, if you can answer and convince my  heart, I will change my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff,  a&lt;br /&gt;nd  we  both are sure that picking the flower will cause  your  death, will you do it for&lt;br /&gt;me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said :" I will give you your answer  tomorrow...."  My hopes just&lt;br /&gt;sank by listening to his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table&lt;br /&gt;near the front door, that goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would not pick that flower for you, but please&lt;br /&gt;allow me to explain the reasons further.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first line was already breaking my heart. I&lt;br /&gt;continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you use the computer you always mess up the&lt;br /&gt;Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen,&lt;br /&gt;I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have&lt;br /&gt;to save my legs to rush home to open the door for&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love traveling but always lose your way in a&lt;br /&gt;new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have the cramps whenever your "good&lt;br /&gt;friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so&lt;br /&gt;that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you  will&lt;br /&gt;be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my&lt;br /&gt;mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your&lt;br /&gt;boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always stare at the computer, and that will do&lt;br /&gt;nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your&lt;br /&gt;nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So&lt;br /&gt;I can also hold your hand while strolling down the&lt;br /&gt;beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just&lt;br /&gt;like the color of the glow on your young face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is&lt;br /&gt;someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick&lt;br /&gt;that flower yet, and die.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink  of  his&lt;br /&gt;handwriting... and as I conntinue on reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if  you&lt;br /&gt;are satisfied, please open the front door for I am&lt;br /&gt;standing outside bringing your favorite bread and&lt;br /&gt;fresh milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious  face, clutching&lt;br /&gt;tightly with his hands, the milk  bottle and loaf of bread....  Now I am very&lt;br /&gt;sure that no one will ever love me  as  much as he does, and I have decided&lt;br /&gt;to leave the flower alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by  love, the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;excitement fades away, and one  tends to ignore the true love that lies&lt;br /&gt;in between the peace  and dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky  forms, it has&lt;br /&gt;never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form...&lt;br /&gt;flowers, and romantic  moments are only used and appear on the surface of the&lt;br /&gt;relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's&lt;br /&gt;our life... Love, not words win arguments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5014548723194490544?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5014548723194490544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5014548723194490544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5014548723194490544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5014548723194490544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-romance.html' title='Losing the &quot;romance&quot;'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1155528516919364721</id><published>2008-12-04T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:53:59.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Presents for CHRISTMAS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Holiday season is fast approaching. As early as now, almost all are busy going to malls and shop for presents for their loved ones while some are just enjoying their window shopping, eyeing for prospected gifts. I myself have observed number of shoppers in the mall. When I went to megamall last sunday, I've felt  the excitement of every person in the mall. Some did go for signatured items while some settled their attention to typical stuffs that could fit in to their budget. (I was one of them... lol!) Though our economy is not doing that well, it doesn't show much when you go out . You'll absolutely see people with many shopping bags. See, how spendthrifts Filipinos are! hehehe...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As of this very moment, i can't help but to think of what the best gifts will be, which i could give to my loved ones. I have already bought papa a cp early this December and with great excitement, i already handed it out to him, but I cannot evade giving him a present for christmas. See how generous i am?!!  :D Would that be alright if i'll give him rubber shoes?? hmmm... think think think.. How about bag for my step mom,.. sporty shirt for my brother? Blouse for my eldest sister,... pants for my other sister... jacket for the youngest... and toys, toys, more toys and educational stuffs for my beloved nephew...!!!?? How about for my partner!! ?? Do i have to stick with the usual thing that i give him.. the undying SHIRT... Name a brand, and he'll surely have it.... hehehe... CAn someone help me though to decide on this one??? And for my "inaanaks" and my best buds,.. you're next on the list... chillax... LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1155528516919364721?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1155528516919364721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1155528516919364721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1155528516919364721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1155528516919364721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/presents-for-christmas.html' title='Presents for CHRISTMAS..'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7172586214035961242</id><published>2008-08-09T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:14:03.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone… Whew! Its been a long time since my last post. Well, I have been very busy for almost two months thinking about my studies, my career, my life as a whole. Hehehe Its really hard to make a decision … really! But then, here I am in Metro Manila. I am not actually sure what awaits for me here. What I know is that I’m gonna be working next week… Wish me luck guys! By the way... today is my Birthday... For those who have greeted, thanks a lot. And for those who have forgotten my special day... nothin... hehehe ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7172586214035961242?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7172586214035961242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7172586214035961242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7172586214035961242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7172586214035961242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8208492508066880474</id><published>2008-06-15T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:48:31.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>For you PAPA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;In my 22 years and 10 months of existence, I have in my life time, met and known many fine fathers. I have read about many great men… Yet, I can say at this very moment, I’m so glad and thankful that you are my father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There are actually several reasons how grateful I am to be your daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, you’ve made my years of childhood period delightful and quite funny to cherish in my memory. It is you who accompanied me to school the very first day I enter my nursery class and fetch me after school while mama is busy with kuya and ates’ …. Hehe… I can still remember when I was about 6 yrs old, it was the first time you beat me with soft broom.. (ooouuuucch!) hahaha… And since mama died, you’ve never neglected to attend school meetings… and other school activities that requires your presence. Even if it is sometimes quite “dyahe” on your part, but still you’re present. And though I have failed to be an honor student unlike when mama was still alive (coz I became lazy studying my lessons), but then I’ve never heard anything from you… you’ve continuously supported me and my siblings…. From my elementary years till I’ve earned my Bachelor’s Degree, I’m so proud walking with you on stage (dawa naga eksena c tita kc gusto nya cya ang ksama ko… hehehe)…. Second, though I’m a stubborn daughter most of the time, your treatment with me never changed over time. After your long “sermon”… you’re acting as if I never did something wrong. Third is that you’ve thought me the meaning of humility and respect. Fourth… though we are not that financially able, you’ve never failed to provide us with everything we need. You were able to send us all to school. And lastly, you’ve made me and my siblings’ conscious about the reality of God…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 12pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;all things you've lead me through and taught me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; for promising me that you will never leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hrough and through you've shown me the ropes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elping me in anything and everything I face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;veryday you're there for me by simply calling your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;arely do I get to thank you enough. So on this special day, I do exactly that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; width: 380px; display: block;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/401962/feed.xml" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="189" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy father’s day to you papa … We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8208492508066880474?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8208492508066880474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8208492508066880474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8208492508066880474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8208492508066880474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-you-papa.html' title='For you PAPA...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-6752459163324163808</id><published>2008-06-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:42:56.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothin ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Whhhaaaaaa…….. I feel so stupid, fool, dumb, slow, brainless, dull, foolish, idiot, dim-witted, moron!!! How many times do I need to be corrected? Am I just being careless with the usage of words or really no logic at all??!!!? Wake up yhen… wake up wake up! Do I have to hit my head so hard on the wall just to be awakened?? Haiz… Fatalar akez… I love criticisms… I know it will do well for me. But I hate myself for being so dumb…. Sorry … sorry… sorry… this is the word I use to say. I am so sorry for myself! Hope that I can do good next time. I must do good! And I will do good!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6752459163324163808?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6752459163324163808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6752459163324163808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6752459163324163808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6752459163324163808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothin.html' title='nothin ...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-6073057964922982719</id><published>2008-06-12T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:04:21.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PUZZLED_ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever been disappointed with how you live your life at this very moment? Or have you ever compromised your work or studies in order to pursue your personal goal and fail in the end? Well, these are just but some of the so-called complexities in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though there are no really complexities in life for this only resides in our mind, it is sometimes very difficult to understand. There are unwanted things that happen on which we feel so worried about and felt like it is very difficult to deal with and think that it is a great suffering. Landing on a decision is very difficult for there are lots of things to be considered. We tend to weigh things all together that makes us even more confused.  Haiz… I am deeply challenged with the decision I have to make this time… I just hope that whatever decision I make, it will turn out well. And if complexities come, I can just rub ‘em off my shoulders easily!... hehe (thinking positively!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6073057964922982719?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6073057964922982719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6073057964922982719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6073057964922982719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6073057964922982719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/puzzledme.html' title='the PUZZLED_ME'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-2344106123125600031</id><published>2008-05-31T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:16:54.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="body1"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If it is not right do not do it; if it is not true do not say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold1"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marcusaure134198.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;~Marcus Aurelius~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-2344106123125600031?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2344106123125600031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=2344106123125600031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2344106123125600031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2344106123125600031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/think.html' title='think...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7246757331006514861</id><published>2008-05-28T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:25:21.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>TOP 11 Reasons of staying single ( a point of view)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saan you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Destiny Adik&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung mga naghihintay kay "Destiny" na gumawa ng paraan para&lt;br /&gt;pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "partner in layp".. ayannn...&lt;br /&gt;kakapanood nyo ng "Serendipity" eh feeling nyo ang nangyari sa movie eh&lt;br /&gt;mangyayari rin sa inyo... such a cliché.. hindi nyo ba alam na kung&lt;br /&gt;walang effort destiny is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Perfectionist/ Mapili&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Yes, isang taong perpeksiyonista. Yung tipong "dapat ganito ang magiging&lt;br /&gt;kapartner ko". Pag may nakilala, nakita lang na pangit ang kuko o may&lt;br /&gt;dumi lang, turn-off na agad. O kaya ang daming ayaw. Ayaw sa mabait,&lt;br /&gt;boring daw, gusto bad boy/ pilya pero kapag pinaiyak ka tatanungin ka&lt;br /&gt;"bakit ang sama mo", "bakit mo nagawa yun!"... Adik ka ba?!... Ayaw sa&lt;br /&gt;cute, ayaw din naman sa panget. Meron dyan gusto ka ayaw mo naman.. yung&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo halos magtambling ka pero deadma pa rin yang stunts mO sa&lt;br /&gt;kanya! Pasaway ka rin e! Ano ba talaga kuya/ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy Busyhan&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Opo, eto yung ang mundo e gumagalaw lang sa libro at ballpen kung&lt;br /&gt;estudyante ka o kaya naman sa computer at files kung office staff ka (WRITER bah! Lolz) . Yung tipong aalis ng bahay ng alas 5 o alas 6 ng umaga at uuwi ng bahay ng 7 hanggang alas 9 ng gabi (AKO YUN AH! Hahaha). Sabay tulog na. Kapag sabado masaya na sila sa tv, sa pagkain na niluluto ni mama at sa linggo naman sisimba at maghahanda nang kelangan para sa lunes hanggang byernes. Pssssst.. Pause for a while naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Friendship Theory&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman itech?... Eto yung ang buhay ay kay bestfriend o kaya kay&lt;br /&gt;special friend, na hindi masabi-sabi sa friendship nya sa loob ng&lt;br /&gt;kanilang mahabang panahon na pagsasama, dahil baka daw maapektuhan ang&lt;br /&gt;pakikipagkaibigan at iwasan sya. Yung tipong pag may kasama si&lt;br /&gt;friendship na iba, nagseselos na wala naman sa lugar, pero syempre wag&lt;br /&gt;pahalata, kunyari happy sya for friendship. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ABA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; ! Oi! Lakasan mo ang&lt;br /&gt;loob mo at baka mamaya forever mong pagsisihan yan, kaw rin!... Minsan&lt;br /&gt;pa naman pareho pala kayong naghihintayan. . hmmp! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Born-to-be-one (Autistic)&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung nasa palad na ang pagiging single daw. Walang reasons. Basta&lt;br /&gt;lang nabuhay sya sa mundo na mag-isa at feeling nya mamamatay sya sa&lt;br /&gt;mundong mag-isa. Kesyo magmamadre o magpapari na lang... Asa kang&lt;br /&gt;tatanggapin ka pa noh! bwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Happy-go-lucky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung taong walang alam kundi kasiyahan at trippings. Kahit sino na&lt;br /&gt;lang basta no strings attached (ayos ba chong?). For fun lang daw... Walang halong seryosohan. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ABA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; hoy! Yang init ng katawan mo e ikiskis mo na lang sa&lt;br /&gt;pader. Makakahanap ka rin ng katapat mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Wrong Place&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you experienced this? Yung pakiramdam mo nasa ibang mundo ka. Yung nakakaharap mo e yung mga hindi mo gusto, yung mga hindi mo hinahanap. Alam mo yun? Halimbawa nasa ibang bansa ka, pero ang hinahanap mo e&lt;br /&gt;yung amoy ng nasa sariling bayan mo. O kaya naman e nasa sarili mong&lt;br /&gt;bayan ka, nasa normal na lipunan, pero ikaw ang abnormal at hindi mo&lt;br /&gt;kayang sabihin na abnormal din ang hanap mo! Wahahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Wrong Time&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung mga tao na sinasabi na "hindi pa ako ready e, bata pa kasi ako"&lt;br /&gt;o kaya naman "hindi pa ako handa sa panahong ito", "wala pa ako kayang&lt;br /&gt;ipagmalaki". Yes meron pong ganyan. Yung feeling nila may tamang&lt;br /&gt;panahon para sa love (meron nga ba?). Awwwwwww!... &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Aba&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; kelan yun?!... Pag uugod-ugod ka na at yung time mo e bitin na? O baka naman pag pang-out of time ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Si Parents kasi...&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Yes, factor din ang community na ginagalawan mo. Una, ayaw pa ni mader&lt;br /&gt;o pader na magkaron ka ng kahit 22 anyos ka na at kelangan umabot ka muna&lt;br /&gt;raw ng 40 bago magkaroon ng gf/bf (lolz). O kaya naman ikaw mismo! Takot sa&lt;br /&gt;sasabihin ni parents at ni kapitbahay na tsismosa sa magiging kasama mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Aba&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ikaw na nga ba ang sabihan na "Alam mo hindi kayo bagay. Langit at&lt;br /&gt;lupa kayo." Awwwww!... Payo ko sayo, "Pakialam nila diba?... Palibhasa inggit! O d kaya naman eh napaglipasan na ng panahon!" hahaha&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;*2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Traumatic Experience&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eto kalimitan ang reason ng marami. "Ayaw kona!!! Takot na ako mangyari&lt;br /&gt;pa ang nangyari dati!"... O diba, ang drama ng layp?... Yes, tama ka.&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung dahil sa past relationship mo, e until now aayaw mo nang&lt;br /&gt;magkaroon at sinumpa mo na ata ang magmahal. Dahil sa pinagpalit ka sa&lt;br /&gt;mas pangit, o kaya naman iniwan ka ng walang word na bye-bye, o dahil&lt;br /&gt;binugbog ka!, anopa ba?... Madami yan wag na nating isa-isahin at baka&lt;br /&gt;tumulo si tears, heheh... Ganunpaman, eto lang mga hija at&lt;br /&gt;hijo... Ibat-iba ang lasa ng pag-ibig. May mapait, may mapakla, may&lt;br /&gt;matamis at may maasim (as if nalasahan ko na! haha). &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Aba&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; , mapalad ka kung lahat mo matitikman mo ang ibat-ibang lasa nito! Kaya ikaw, "Do not be afraid to fall in love again... malay mo, sweetiness na ang malasahan mo next time.! E di panalo ka sa lotto! Yan ang nagpapalakas sayo... Yan ang bumubuhay sayo... ang pag-ibig. Tsk! (sakin dn..) Drama! Lufeeeeet!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; EX to the Nth power&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Oi, aminin!!! LOVE pa rin si Ex kahit 1 or 2 yrs na ang nakakalipas. May&lt;br /&gt;ganito naman. Yung tipong ilang taon na ang nakakalipas, hindi pa rin&lt;br /&gt;makalimutan si ex. Yung pinagsamahan, yung tawanan, yung iyakan, at&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng nangyari sa inyo nung kayo pa. Malungkot man at sa kung anumang&lt;br /&gt;kadahilanan, maganda man o masama ito, kelangan nyo ng magpaalam sa&lt;br /&gt;isa't-isa... YES, after a year sasabihin natin, "I'm over him/her na.",&lt;br /&gt;pero pag-usapan natin ang love at ang nangyari sa ating relastionship&lt;br /&gt;from the past, TADANNNNNNNNNNNNN, eto na, sya agad ang naalala mo. At&lt;br /&gt;habang nagkukwento ka, OUCH! may kirot, o kaya may ngiti at may&lt;br /&gt;bumabagabag sa iyong kalooban. Ano kaya yun?!... AMININ mo na kasi,&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL mo pa si EX...Isa lang ang masasabi ko, well, mahirap sya kalimutan alam&lt;br /&gt;ko yan, (kahit d ko pa naexperience! haha) pero open your heart and try to entertain someone. Wag mo ikumpara si ex sa iba. At give urself a KITKAT, have a break.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sbi daw, when you love, you are bound to get hurt.. OO nga naman! Sometimes it will make us think na parang cycle na cya, but then these instances will serve as tests on how we will react on the situation…. Weehhh…. Sayah!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;P.S. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kung may karagdagan pa po kayo… ipagbigay alam na lamang po…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7246757331006514861?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7246757331006514861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7246757331006514861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7246757331006514861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7246757331006514861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-11-reasons-of-staying-single-point.html' title='TOP 11 Reasons of staying single ( a point of view)'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1585263090174093853</id><published>2008-05-24T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:36:15.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Bothered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’ve been thinking about this lately. There is indeed a fine line between being honest and a**hole. Most of us live in the middle of somewhere, trying to find that unhealthy balance between what is true from bulls**t. Sometimes, concealing your convictions is a survival technique, which, ironically, slowly weakens and kills you inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What would be more satisfying, a day of lame pranks or a day full of unfiltered truth? The truth hurts sometimes, but the potential for positive gains is enormous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It is always better to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I would much rather have      someone just tell me to my face that they hate me than to have them tell      me that they like me and then go tell everyone else that they hate me, whether      I found out about it or not. Seriously, even if it's hard to be honest,      your friends will probably appreciate it. If they get mad at you, they      will probably come around and stop being mad because at least you were      honest with them. There is never an excuse for being dishonest with anyone      for any reason. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; REAL friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; will tell them      the truth no matter what. It doesn’t matter if its good or bad, you just      have to be honest. Telling the truth to a friend even if it hurts should not be misinterpreted. What a friend would want is always for another's welfare. Don't be blinded or overwhelmed with a lover's blatant lies and trust on his version of truth. Normally, it is difficult to spot lies from what is true on that this situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, just take that anvils off your chest and live a wonderful life! … its not too late you know..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1585263090174093853?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1585263090174093853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1585263090174093853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1585263090174093853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1585263090174093853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/bothered.html' title='Bothered...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-2066968610137460034</id><published>2008-05-22T07:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:55:29.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qoute'/><title type='text'>quote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've read this  quote from a co-blogger's site - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://greatquotables.com/"&gt;Craig.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.. This is indeed a good quote to ponder in pursuit for real happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we never let the things we can’t have, or don’t have, or shouldn’t have, spoil our enjoyment of the things we do have and can have. As we value our happiness, let us not forget it, for one of the greatest lessons in life is learning to be happy without the things we cannot or should not have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;                                                                                                       -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Richard Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-2066968610137460034?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2066968610137460034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=2066968610137460034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2066968610137460034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2066968610137460034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote.html' title='quote...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-6662592172493855278</id><published>2008-05-16T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:52:07.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>for YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCz6aNtU2cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wk6aYD45qKY/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCz6aNtU2cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wk6aYD45qKY/s320/mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200806997969394114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 17.4pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every one of us has something we want to hide from our society, something to hide from the people we meet everyday. Sometimes we even pretend to be someone we are not just to hide things we find to be embarrassing and please the people around us. We pretend to be okey. Some pretends to be rich just to be idolized for their money. Still, some pretend to be kind, happy, and some pretends to be healthy. Some pretends to be like a saint as if he/she’s so modest and reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 17.4pt; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I&lt;/o:p&gt;n this world, everyone wears their own masks. Even children can say they had a great time at school with a broad smile despite the fact that someone’s bullying them. A husband would say his meeting went well with a smile as he kiss his wife, even if not. A sick friend or relative would pretend that his okey, for his loved ones not to be worried until it turned to be obvious that his not when the illness he’s been hiding started claiming his health physically. A poor man who’d fall in love to a rich woman would wear fine clothes and pretend to be one. A coping new writer will tell stories of greatest writing achievements to impress freelancers in front of her, pretending to be among them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 17.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We might not even notice it, but we all wear mask almost everyday, to cover our true selves from others, pretending to be what we are not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;But is it right to wear mask even to your most concerned friends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, all of us are wearing different kinds of masks based on the situation and people we are dealing with. And we all have reasons for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;But aren’t you getting tired?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The mask used by clowns has to be taken off every night before they take a rest, so too does the personality mask, so take off that mask. Take a rest from pretending, it’s tiring. The world won’t hurt you friend… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6662592172493855278?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6662592172493855278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6662592172493855278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6662592172493855278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6662592172493855278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-you.html' title='for YOU!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCz6aNtU2cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wk6aYD45qKY/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5377923363657940192</id><published>2008-05-15T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:25:00.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bithday'/><title type='text'>PAPA's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was Papa’s Birthday…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me and my siblings planned that we’ll have Papa’s birthday celebration at Villa Jesusa. But because my sister who’s working in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (ate chris) can’t come home, we’ve changed the plan and just have a simple family gathering at home instead. However yesterday, as I was texting my sister (ate nel) about our birthday surprise to papa, she told me that Papa plans to just have a simple dinner somewhere else for his Birthday. So, that’s what happened. Papa and my siblings, together with my (wicked) step mom (lolz!) just celebrated papa’s bday with a simple dinner at chowking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Good thing, I have borrowed a sum of money from a good friend (kLopskie) to buy gift for papa. Hehe… I bought baseball cap, shirt and birthday cake for papa but he’s too shy to blow candles at the food chain, so he just have it at home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wheeeee….. Happy HappY Birthday Papa… You’re the best papa in the world….. We are so proud to be your children!!! WE LOVE YOU VERY VERY MUCH! All we are wishing is for you have good health! And I’m sure, you’ll enjoy playing not only with your first grandson Baby Gab, but your future grandchildren… hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are the snapshotz! (thanks to Lalash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuiLdtU2bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/11OTtkuRkoI/s1600-h/blow+candle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuiLdtU2bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/11OTtkuRkoI/s320/blow+candle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200428512566368690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;weeehhh... papa at 52!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuhnttU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AYKT4mwGlwo/s1600-h/pand+me+_E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuhnttU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AYKT4mwGlwo/s320/pand+me+_E.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200427898386045330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papa's gurl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuhRttU2YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3RKGWovqQso/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuhRttU2YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3RKGWovqQso/s320/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200427520428923266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious c pa... (lolz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCug4NtU2XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NeKTM5Z40XM/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCug4NtU2XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NeKTM5Z40XM/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200427082342259058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my strict but loving bro and spoiled brat sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCugqttU2WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yC6mtwEeYp0/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCugqttU2WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yC6mtwEeYp0/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200426850414025058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stolen shot... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCugadtU2VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1qqypdctex4/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCugadtU2VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1qqypdctex4/s320/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200426571241150802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;c&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; papa pa-cute while mahmz is doing her retouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuh6ttU2aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CUugMwl7B2M/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuh6ttU2aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CUugMwl7B2M/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200428224803559842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guys i love th most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuf8dtU2UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ojZi1T7w1vQ/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuf8dtU2UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ojZi1T7w1vQ/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200426055845075266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;me...behind the cam... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5377923363657940192?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5377923363657940192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5377923363657940192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5377923363657940192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5377923363657940192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/papas-birthday.html' title='PAPA&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCuiLdtU2bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/11OTtkuRkoI/s72-c/blow+candle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-2518467228049116021</id><published>2008-05-15T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:41:16.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess this is the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; time that I was tagged by a fellow blogger and friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it would be too bad of me if I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will just ignore it, ayt? (lolz) &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here it goes….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Pick your month of birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before I'll post the months and traits, here's the person that I'm tagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cinderella100184.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sweetlybeguilingcrissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.mistressblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://krcloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;KR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://juzforthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://www.lanilaneocbina.co.cc/"&gt; Chibi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://www.sweetlyka.blogspot.com/"&gt; Mary Lyka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/01/daydreaming.html"&gt;Melai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://anneloveswill.blogspot.com/"&gt; Anne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://wwwlabyrinth-labyrinth-labyrinth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://mightykid-christinealbert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12.Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Months and Traits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/b&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/b&gt; Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;MARCH:&lt;/b&gt; Attractive personality. &lt;span style=""&gt;Affectionate&lt;/span&gt;. Shy and &lt;span style=""&gt;reserved. Secretive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Naturally honest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=""&gt;generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others&lt;/span&gt;. Loves to serve others. &lt;span style=""&gt;Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Observant and assesses others&lt;/span&gt;.Revengeful! &lt;span style=""&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling.&lt;/span&gt; Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Loves home decors. &lt;/span&gt;Musically talented. &lt;span style=""&gt;Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;APRIL: &lt;/b&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;MAY: &lt;/b&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;JUNE:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;JULY:&lt;/b&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Loves to joke&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Attractive (lolz)&lt;/span&gt;. Suave and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Brave&lt;/span&gt; and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Knows how to console others&lt;/span&gt;. Takes high pride in oneself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Too generous&lt;/span&gt; and egoistic. Thirsty for praises. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Extraordinary spirit&lt;/span&gt;. Easily angered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Angry when provoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Easily jealous. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Observant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Careful and cautious (not at all times)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thinks quickly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Independent thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. Loves to lead and to be led. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Loves to dream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Talented&lt;/span&gt; in the arts&lt;/span&gt;, music and defense. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(sometimes) &lt;/span&gt;but (not) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;petty (haha)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Poor resistance against illnesses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Learns to relax&lt;/span&gt;. Hasty and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;trusty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Loves to make friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/b&gt; Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-2518467228049116021?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2518467228049116021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=2518467228049116021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2518467228049116021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2518467228049116021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-star.html' title='Tagged by Star!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5059051366835388597</id><published>2008-05-14T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:11:20.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>SAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCqekdtU2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6PAtJJ5Q8k/s1600-h/sad_emoticon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCqekdtU2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6PAtJJ5Q8k/s200/sad_emoticon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200143069039876386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I should not feel this way because it's Papa's Birthday.  But due to some instances, gosh I’m totally disappointed and sad for myself! I feel so stupid! So so sooo STUPID! Haiz… Hope I’ll do better next time… But how many next times do I have to wait?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe after work I’ll feel better… I’ll see to it that I will enjoy Papa’s Birthday celebration. Too bad that I don’t have a cam today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How can I capture the moments!??! Aurrrgghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5059051366835388597?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5059051366835388597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5059051366835388597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5059051366835388597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5059051366835388597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad.html' title='SAD!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCqekdtU2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M6PAtJJ5Q8k/s72-c/sad_emoticon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7051833435952355904</id><published>2008-05-14T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:16:02.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An easy way to financial management!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Financial management must be learned as early as possible. This is what the RequestCredit.com wants you to get by visiting their site. Here, you get to find the best credit card that will suit your lifestyle and needs through their FICO scores. You can get high bonus and incentives from best credit card deals, while you can also improve scores with &lt;a href="http://www.requestcredit.com/Fair-Credit-Card-Deals-856018-page.php"&gt;fair credit credit cards.&lt;/a&gt; Requestcredit.com also offers &lt;a href="http://www.requestcredit.com/Balance-Transfer-Cards-856015-page.php"&gt;credit card transfers&lt;/a&gt;, a type of credit card that can pay off all your debts net of the interest. On top of these, there are more offers and deals that you can choose from; American Express, Citibank, Capital One, among so many others!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Don’t settle for just any credit card that has seemingly good offers, make a choice with the help of our credit managers here on-line. Besides, you can directly apply on-line to get rid of the hassles. Don’t miss this rare chance, apply now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7051833435952355904?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7051833435952355904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7051833435952355904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7051833435952355904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7051833435952355904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/easy-way-to-financial-management.html' title='An easy way to financial management!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8952867897053821954</id><published>2008-05-10T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:30:19.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>MOTHER ---&gt; an angel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This post is suited even to very young readers. Parental guidance is no longer necessary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A baby asked God, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The child further inquired, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;God said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. Andyou will feel your angel's love and be very happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Again the child asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;God said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;God said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who will protect me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;God said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;God said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You will simply call her, 'Mom.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MA and to all MOTHERS out there...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8952867897053821954?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8952867897053821954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8952867897053821954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8952867897053821954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8952867897053821954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother-angel.html' title='MOTHER ---&gt; an angel!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3557702880671553365</id><published>2008-05-10T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:21:07.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Don't Miss this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCUwpFs9dMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rfjcFUJkMaw/s1600-h/miss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCUwpFs9dMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rfjcFUJkMaw/s320/miss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198614827332629698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I‘ve known people who did not ever get the love they needed from their mothers. Their mothers are still living, yet they have little or no dealings with one another. Special occasions come and go – not a single word is spoken. The child grows, but is stunted because they never experienced how is it like to be loved by mother. I really miss those times when me and my siblings gets lots of hugs and kisses and sharing sweet snacks and laughing at old jokes and riddles&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with MAMA. The love of my mother, even I was a kid then, made me know that life is worth living, and that I could accomplish things if I wanted to. I had what it took – I just had to perform. And if I failed, it’s ok… because Mama loves me. Even though she’s no longer with us, I say ‘loves’, not ‘loved’. Present tense. She lives in our hearts because of all the time she gave us even if that was short and the love she lavished upon us. She died when I was still young. But I remember that love, and it carries me to where I am today. One day, when we are reunited in God’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New World&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I will tell you “MA” of all the things that had happened to me, my siblings, and PAPA long after you were captured by your last Enemy (cancer). I feel bad for those who have missed out a mother’s love. But there’s still a chance. If you still have mothers with you, tomorrow can be the perfect moment to show to your moms your love. And I’m very sure that it’ll definitely be appreciated and your MOwMAh’s will truly be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3557702880671553365?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3557702880671553365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3557702880671553365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3557702880671553365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3557702880671553365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-miss-this.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss this!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCUwpFs9dMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rfjcFUJkMaw/s72-c/miss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3858878342420149414</id><published>2008-05-09T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:17:27.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy BiRthday MA....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today is my beloved MOWMAH’s birthday! Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;iz, how I wish she was still here with us. It’s been 13 yrs since mowmah left us to be with GOD. Today could have been her 54&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday… I miss mowmah soooo much!!! I know our life could have been better and happier if mowmah is still her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e. It’s very difficult not to have mother while growing up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I envy those who still have mothers… But then I still thank God for Papa. Even without mowmah around, he managed to raise us well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;All I can do now is to imagine mowmah blowing the candles while we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; are all singing Happy Birthday… (Sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPbxFs9dKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ChX9BwpWv1s/s1600-h/cake+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPbxFs9dKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ChX9BwpWv1s/s320/cake+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198240031306511522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ma, is there a cake in heaven? Does God allow parties there? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Whaaaa… I can’t keep my tears from fallin’… I hope that you’re happy today Ma… I know we’ll see each other again,… in time. How I wish I can hug you right at this very moment. We all miss you and we love you soomuch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPbhFs9dJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/al3B1T3ZfPA/s1600-h/DSCN1509_PAINT____EEE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPbhFs9dJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/al3B1T3ZfPA/s320/DSCN1509_PAINT____EEE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198239756428604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPbhFs9dJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/al3B1T3ZfPA/s1600-h/DSCN1509_PAINT____EEE.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our family pic when i was 1 yr old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPd5Vs9dLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pPHaxIGlJL4/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPd5Vs9dLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pPHaxIGlJL4/s320/DSCN1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198242372063687858" border="0" /&gt;our bunso (lhet) nd my first nephew (baby GAB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3858878342420149414?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3858878342420149414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3858878342420149414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3858878342420149414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3858878342420149414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-ma.html' title='Happy BiRthday MA....!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SCPbxFs9dKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ChX9BwpWv1s/s72-c/cake+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1293717293322776803</id><published>2008-05-09T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:38:30.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>the HURT survey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This Is The Hurt Survey. Got this from ate sally's page (&lt;a href="http://thewandereroflife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inner Whispers&lt;/a&gt;) without permission! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you kiss the last person you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissed, again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yeah..(lolz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you told anyone you'd marry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sort of…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that it hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yeah… supeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever made a bf/gf cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sadly….yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re you happier single or in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- at some point its really nice to be single… but its happy to have someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever told someone you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved them and didn't mean it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nope! When I say I love you… I mean it! (lucky of you … hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yeah…many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever broken someone else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yes.. I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still talk to your exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I don’t have any, and I'm proud of that!… hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you kissed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-someone as in special someone?? – I can’t recall… hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could go back in time and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change things, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I’d spend quality time with mama….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you are a good bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- this one is difficult huh! Hehe .. I think I’m both!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- yes of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have u ever liked anyone else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yeah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- yez… but I’m ignoring that feeling as much as I can…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does that person like you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-I DON’T KNOW! (do i have to ask him???) Hahaha …. What I know is that my BF LOVES ME…. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you going to do tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basketball…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-tired…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been kissed upside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-how is that.. huh??!! hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you like to say to one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-nothin… hehehe… I’d rather stare him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1293717293322776803?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1293717293322776803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1293717293322776803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1293717293322776803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1293717293322776803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/hurt-survey.html' title='the HURT survey..'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1663197885481935027</id><published>2008-05-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:38:33.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>In Honor of Stupid People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed to stupidity,  here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Sears  hairdryer&lt;/span&gt; -- Do not use while sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Shoot, and that's the only time I  have to work on my hair.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a bag of Fritos&lt;/span&gt; -- You could be a winner! No  purchase necessary. Details inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(the shoplifter special)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a bar  of Dial soap&lt;/span&gt; -- "Directions: Use like regular soap,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(and that would be  how???....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On some Swanson frozen dinners&lt;/span&gt; -- "Serving suggestion:  Defrost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(but, it's "just" a suggestion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert&lt;/span&gt;  (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(well...duh, a bit late,  huh)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Bread Pudding&lt;/span&gt; -- "Product will be hot after  heating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(...and you thought????...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On packaging for a Rowena iron  &lt;/span&gt;-- "Do not iron clothes on body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(but wouldn't this save me more  time)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Boot's Children Cough Medicine&lt;/span&gt; -- "Do not drive a car or  operate machinery after taking this medication."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(We could do a lot to reduce  the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with  head-colds off those forklifts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid&lt;/span&gt; -- "Warning: May  cause drowsiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(and...I'm taking this because???....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On most  brands of Christmas lights&lt;/span&gt; -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(as opposed  to...what)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Japanese food processor&lt;/span&gt; -- "Not to be used for the other  use."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On  Sainsbury's peanuts&lt;/span&gt; -- "Warning: contains nuts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(talk about a news  flash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On an American Airlines packet of nuts&lt;/span&gt; -- "Instructions: Open  packet, eat nuts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Step 3: maybe, ooh...fly Delta?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a child's  Superman costume&lt;/span&gt; -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I  don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Swedish  chainsaw&lt;/span&gt; -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Oh  my ..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keep laughin'! (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1663197885481935027?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1663197885481935027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1663197885481935027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1663197885481935027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1663197885481935027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-honor-of-stupid-people.html' title='In Honor of Stupid People'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7705994574453563266</id><published>2008-05-07T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:20:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody deserves a second chance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="style13"&gt;My friend is happily married with two kids ages 5 and 8. But since they’re sending their kids to school already, her salary together with her husband’s earnings is not enough to finance their basic necessities and the family’s entire needs. My friend told me that she wanted to apply for a credit card and a loan to meet their family’s needs but she’s in despair that nobody will accommodate her for she had once incurred &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;bad credit loans&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily as I browsed the net just a while ago, I found this site that offers a second chance for those who have &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;bad credit cards&lt;/a&gt;. The site offers auto loans, personal loans, home loans, credit cards, credit and debt help and many others. My friend would definitely be pleased once I relate this to her. Thanks to the on-line lenders for people who are hopeless particularly on financial matters are given assistance. Truly, everybody deserves a second chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7705994574453563266?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7705994574453563266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7705994574453563266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7705994574453563266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7705994574453563266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/everybody-deserves-second-chance.html' title='Everybody deserves a second chance!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-430525220099244095</id><published>2008-04-22T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:50:27.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexities of love'/><title type='text'>When it happened....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there…to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out whom you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless. Basically, the people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious as to whom you will open your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to the little things around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again. Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make anything you wish of your life. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets. If you love someone tell them, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. Learn a lesson in life each day that you live! Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its your HEART that makes you the BEST. You’re wonderful according to what YOU ARE not what you HAVE.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Treasure everything special to you… Make as many memories as you can. ‘Coz remember… LIFE IS not MEASURED by the breaths we take, but BY WHAT TAKES OUR BREATH AWAY!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, “make GOD as the center of everything because LIFE is a walk to remember. Our tomorrows are determined by the steps we take each day. And the good news is – GOD will walk with us every step of the way.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-430525220099244095?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/430525220099244095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=430525220099244095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/430525220099244095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/430525220099244095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-it-happened.html' title='When it happened....'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-4233539651477241818</id><published>2008-04-21T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:51:01.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>FRIEND or FIEND??!!!???....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For reasons we can never know, fate brings friend to friend, then leaves the rest to human nature. The results are mixed. While a few special friendships last a lifetime, the vast majority prove easier to leave behind. Some take years to fade away; others end spectacularly. Research shows that the quickest way to end a friendship is betrayal; the second-quickest, a canoe trip. In fact, we have to lose a few friends before we can appreciate their most important gift: the stories we share. In hearing these stories, you may begin to sense a deeper truth, that our friends and friendships are not as unique as we first believed. They’re more like summer movies: the dialogue changes (kind of) but the plots and characters keep recurring. Here’s a catalog of the archetypal friends that over the course of a life you’re likely to encounter again and again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BEWARE of your considered FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Friend: The gold standard of friendships. A best friend listens but never judges, helps you out of a jam, tells it to you straight, and often forgives a debt. Best friends resemble invisible friends in that both are most common in childhood (and may not really exist).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Old Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Ideally, a lifelong bond that stirs fond feelings and cherished memories—unless you’re a celebrity or out on parole. In reality, most old friendships are embedded in a complex economy of favors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Wild Friend:&lt;/span&gt; The friend whose bad behavior never ceases to entertain and may at times inspire you, for better or for worse. Though wild friends get a bad rap, they save as many lives as they ruin. Boring people—writers, for instance—desperately need wild friends. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Ex-Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Don’t ask, but if you do, the answer may well involve money or sex. Or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Scary Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Someone who never fails to nudge you out of your comfort zone—way out. Scary does not mean quirky. If a friend likes to spend his weekends re-enacting Civil War battles in period dress, that’s quirky. If he shows up at your door in uniform late on a weeknight, that’s scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Boss Friend:&lt;/span&gt; A person higher on the org chart who thinks your brittle smile and the startled look in your eye is an invitation to further terrorize you outside the workplace. One reason golf is popular in the business world is that it gives underlings a way to pal around with their superiors and still stay 30 yards apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Train or Bus Friend:&lt;/span&gt; A person who apparently shares your unquenchable interest in the weather and the fortunes of the local ball team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Confidant:&lt;/span&gt; Someone who wheedles more out of you than you planned to share. Sadly, many confidants are also talented gossips who will soon be bartering your deepest secrets for someone else’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Single-Modifier Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Any companion you proudly describe, if only to yourself, with one word: for instance, "my gay friend" if you happen to be straight, and vice versa. You can train yourself out of the habit by slowly adding modifiers, as in "my neat gay friend" or, with practice, "my socially inept and secretly homophobic straight friend with a god awfully bad haircut."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The E-mail Friend:&lt;/span&gt; A digital update on the kind of letter-writing friendships that thrived in the era between the invention of ink and the arrival of cable. If the medium is the message, as Marshall McLuhan claimed, then the message of most e-mail friendships is goofing off at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Special-Interest Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Group friendships form around a shared passion—for soccer, French cooking, sky-diving. Special-interest friends often go by nicknames, usually be-cause they don’t know real names or anything else about each other be-yond their common interest. This can create problems. If you run into your softball team’s home run leader in the courthouse, it’s probably not a good idea to shout "Hey, Killer!" You might influence the jury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Friend-You-Only-Drink-With Friend:&lt;/span&gt; A subspecies of the special-interest friend. In extreme cases you might not even recognize such people in the harsh light of day, having only seen them in the barroom glow—and from the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Treatment Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Same as above, but in that harsh light. Like bonds formed at summer camps and religious retreats, treatment friendships may soon dim outside the virtual reality from which they grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Road-Trip Friend:&lt;/span&gt; From Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady to Thelma and Louise, the rolling duo is ingrained in American myth. Romantic notions aside, a good road buddy can read a map, is willing to bathe, and has a credit card and a driver’s license—preferably in the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Secondhand Friend:&lt;/span&gt; When someone introduces you to someone else, supposedly because they think you’ll hit it off, it could be a clever strategy to ditch you both. Which is good: Secondhand friends are a better deal than new friends, which, like cars, lose 20 percent of their value once they leave the showroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Dormant Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Every so often a dead friendship will spring back to life, bringing two people even closer together than they used to be. The reawakened friendship speaks to the mystery of friendship in general—especially if you’ve forgotten why you drifted apart. But give it time; you will be reminded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Friend with Benefits:&lt;/span&gt; Not the kid down the street with a trampoline or a parrot that swears. So long as someone is gaining something out of you, he’ll/she’ll surely stick around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The judgmental friend:&lt;/span&gt; These are the kinds, those who give their opinion when it’s not asked for and is holier than you. You feel she’s passing judgment on your partner, house, job and decisions. She annoys you because she imposes her values on your life and seems to think that you can’t make a decision yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The dependent friend:&lt;/span&gt; These kinds of friends can call you in the middle of the night with a crisis and even rings your mobile on a holiday. You feel responsible for her and often feel your life isn’t your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The smug friend:&lt;/span&gt; If you have this kind of friend then life’s a constant competition when you’re with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The frenemy friend:&lt;/span&gt; She’s supposed to be your friend, but sometimes you’re not sure, she won’t come out and say things but she makes dogs that dent your self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The moaner friend:&lt;/span&gt; No one’s situation is as bad as this friend’s; no one works as hard or has such a stressful love life. She ignores your positive advice and certainly has no time to listen to your woes, they don’t compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-4233539651477241818?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4233539651477241818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=4233539651477241818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4233539651477241818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4233539651477241818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend-or-fiend.html' title='FRIEND or FIEND??!!!???....'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-926597311535698138</id><published>2008-04-17T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:08:03.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALCOHOL - Facts &amp; Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For all alcoholics and non-alcoholics; check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190811592468396210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SAl3pCkO-LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/akb1teSJw-0/s400/KAMOT.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;This is all about common alcohol and drinking myths, with research based facts and statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alcohol destroys brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The moderate consumption of alcohol does not destroy brain cells. In fact it is often associated with improved cognitive (mental) functioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;White wine is a good choice for a person who wants a light drink with less alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glass of white or red wine, a bottle of beer, and a shot of whiskey or other distilled spirits all contain equivalent amounts of alcohol and are they same to a Breathalyzer. A standard drink is:&lt;br /&gt;· A 12-ounce bottle or can of regular beer&lt;br /&gt;· A 5-ounce glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;· A one and 1/2 ounce of 80 proof distilled spirits (either straight or in a mixed drink). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A "beer belly" is caused by drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "beer belly" is caused by eating too much food. No beer or other alcohol beverage is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Switching between beer, wine and spirits will lead to intoxication more quickly than sticking to one type of alcohol beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of blood alcohol content (BAC) is what determines sobriety or intoxication. Remember that a standard drink of beer, wine, or spirits contain equivalent amounts of alcohol. Alcohol is alcohol and a drink is a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking coffee will help a drunk person sober up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can sober up a person...not black coffee, cold showers, exercise, or any other common "cures." Alcohol leaves the body of virtually everyone at a constant rate of about .015 percent of blood alcohol content (BAC) per hour. Thus, a person with a BAC of .015 would be completely sober in an hour while a person with a BAC of ten times that (.15) would require 10 hours to become completely sober. This is true regardless of sex, age, weight, and similar factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drinking long enough will cause a person to become alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is simply no scientific basis for this misperception, which appears to have its origin in temperance and prohibitionist ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drinking alcohol causes weight gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is a very commonly believed myth, even among medical professionals, because alcohol has caloric value. However, extensive research around the world has found alcohol consumption be does not cause weight gain in men and is often associated with a small weight loss in women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alcohol stunts the growth of children and retards their development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific medical research does not support this old temperance scare tactic promoted by the Women's Christian Temperance Union, the Anti-Saloon League, the Prohibition Party, and similar groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binge drinking is an epidemic problem on college campuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binge drinking is clinically and commonly viewed as a period of extended intoxication lasting at least several days during which time the binger drops out of usual life activities. Few university students engage in such bingeing behavior. However, a number sometimes consume at least four drinks in day (or at least five for men). Although many of these young people may never even become intoxicated, they are branded as binge drinkers by some researchers. This practice deceptively inflates the number of apparent binge drinkers. In reality, the proportion of college students who drink continues to decline, as does the percentage of those who drink heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women of the same height and weight can drink the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women are affected more rapidly because they tend to have a slightly higher proportion of fat to lean muscle tissue, thus concentrating alcohol a little more easily in their lower percentage of body water. They also have less of an enzyme (dehydrogenase) that metabolizes or breaks down alcohol, 9 and hormonal changes during their menstrual cycle might also affect alcohol absorption to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single sip of alcohol by a pregnant woman can cause her child to have fetal alcohol syndrome (FAS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Extensive medical research studying hundreds of thousands of women from around the world fails to find scientific evidence that light drinking, much less a sip of alcohol by an expectant mother, can cause fetal alcohol syndrome. Of course, the very safest choice would be to abstain during the period of gestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who abstain from alcohol are "alcohol-free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person produces alcohol normally in the body 24 hours each and every day from birth until death. Therefore, we always have alcohol in our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alcohol abuse is an increasing problem among young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Heavy alcohol use among people in the US 17 years of age or younger actually dropped by an amazing two-thirds (65.9 percent) between 1985 and 1997, according to federal government research. The proportion of young people who consumed any alcohol within the previous month dropped from 50% to 19% in about the same period. Other federally funded research also documents the continuing decline in both drinking and drinking abuse among young people. Similarly, alcohol-related traffic injuries and fatalities among young people continue to drop. Deaths associated with young drinking drivers aged 16 to 24 decreased almost half (47%) in a recent 15-year period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the US are generally heavy consumers of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US isn't even among the top ten alcohol consuming countries. Top 10 Alcohol Consuming Countries on per capita Basis Country / Consumption in Gallons of absolute or pure alcohol: At a consumption rate of only 1.74 per person, the US falls far down at 32nd on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alcohol advertising increases drinking problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of scientific research studies around the world have clearly demonstrated that alcohol advertising does not lead to increases in drinking abuse or drinking problems. Alcohol advertising continues because effective ads can increase a brand's share of the total market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bottles of tequila contain a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no worm in tequila. It's in mescal, a spirit beverage distilled from a different plant. And it's not actually a worm, but a butterfly caterpillar (Hipopta Agavis) called a gurano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who can "hold their liquor" are to be envied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who can drink heavily without becoming intoxicated have probably developed a tolerance for alcohol, which can indicate the onset of dependency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many lives would be saved if everyone abstained from alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some lives would be saved from accidents now caused by intoxication and from health problems caused by alcohol abuse. However, many other lives would be lost from increases in coronary heart disease. For example, estimates from 13 studies suggest that as many as 135,884 additional deaths would occur each year in the US from coronary heart disease alone because of abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drunkenness and alcoholism are the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many non-alcoholics on occasion become intoxicated or drunk. However, if they are not addicted to alcohol, they are not alcoholic. Of course, intoxication is never completely safe or risk-free and should be avoided. It is better either to abstain or to drink in moderation. While consuming alcohol sensibly is associated with better health and longer life, the abuse of alcohol is associated with many undesirable health outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is the cause of alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As a governmental alcohol agency has explained, "Alcohol no more causes alcoholism than sugar causes diabetes." The agency points out that if alcohol caused alcoholism then all drinkers would be alcoholics. In fact, a belief common among members of Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) is that people are born alcoholic and are not caused to be alcoholic by alcohol or anything in their experience. They argue that many people are born and die alcoholic without ever having had a sip of alcohol. Of course, a person can't be a drinking or practicing alcoholic without alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If alcohol were less available there would be fewer alcoholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an idea that has been tested through prohibition in the US and a number of other countries. There is no association between the availability of alcohol and alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;College life leads to drinking by most students who enter as abstainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;According to Federal statistics, most students arrive at college with prior drinking experience and te proportion of drinkers doesn't increase greatly during college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not totally incorrect, but certainly not the whole truth, is the assertion that the younger children are when they have their first drink the more likely they are to experience drinking problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, people who on their own begin drinking either much earlier or much later than their peers begin are more likely to experience subsequent drinking problems. This appears to result from the fact that either behavior tends to reflect a tendency to be deviant. Therefore, delaying the age of first drink would not influence the incidence of drinking problems because it would not change the underlying predisposition to be deviant and to experience drinking problems. And, of course, children who are taught moderation by their parents are less likely to abuse alcohol or have drinking problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190864658030476866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SAmn53MJPkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/c6ckCPapF1s/s400/drunkenmaster_%40______%40%40%40%40.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;source: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.potsdam.edu/hansondj/AlcoholFactsAndFiction.html"&gt;Alcohol Problems and Solutions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-926597311535698138?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/926597311535698138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=926597311535698138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/926597311535698138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/926597311535698138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-all-alcoholics-and-non-alcoholics.html' title='ALCOHOL - Facts &amp; Fiction'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/SAl3pCkO-LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/akb1teSJw-0/s72-c/KAMOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5194106634036164510</id><published>2008-04-16T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:44:33.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Advantages and disadvantages of "SOMEONE" …</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, my purpose of posting this is to make other people realize that everything has its advantages and disadvantages like in the case of having “SOMEONE”. I know that everybody has experienced this or experiencing this…. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantages of having someone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- if you want to go out, you can ask him/her.(no doubt, papayag agad un!)&lt;br /&gt;- kung gusto mo ng kausap, talk wth him/her. (for sure pakikingan ka nya)&lt;br /&gt;- may kakamusta sayo every hour, every minute. (kung pede nga every second pa.)&lt;br /&gt;- may manlilibre sayo sa pamasahe, sa pagkain… (parang may atm kang kasama! Hehehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;- dadamayan ka pag nalulungkot ka, kakampihan ka pag-inaapi ka. (wow! Manananggol!)&lt;br /&gt;- always on the go ka at laging beautiful. (syempre inspired at para naman di na sya tumingin sa iba! Uyy! Blooming, nag MYRA-E ang lola..LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disadvantages of having someone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- you can’t go out of course without the permission of your bf/gf. (waaahh!paalam ka muna!)&lt;br /&gt;- papansinin ang suot mo kung sobra ng revealing. (hehehe… takpan kasi ang dapat takpan, mag baro’t saya ka na lang!)&lt;br /&gt;- kung mag-uusap man kayo, minsan may kasamang little quarrels, hangang sa maging sagutan, sigawan, sakitan… oppss! Tama na.. hehehehe!! (kasi minsan nagseselos na sya sa kinukwento mo! Behave kasi!)&lt;br /&gt;- di ka na makagawa ng sarili mong gawain kasi naiistorbo ka sa concern nya! (tawag ng tawag…txt ng txt…. wow! Mommy kaw ba yan?!)&lt;br /&gt;- pag nag-away kayo, minsan nasasama sa trabaho ang pag ka bad trip sa jowa. (di na makapag-concentrate dahil sa inis, minsan di na namamansin sa mga co-worker, damay ba kami?!)&lt;br /&gt;- at nagiging sinungaling na… (syempre para lang makasama mo sya… iba na ang pinapaalam mo… waahhh! Liar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para lang yan sa mga may someone… ito pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Advantages of NOT having someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- always free sa gimik. (paalam ka na lang sa parents mo!)&lt;br /&gt;- you can wear anything you want! (keber ba ninyo kung ano suot ko!)&lt;br /&gt;- wala kang ililibre!! (syempre ikaw lang mag isa eh!)&lt;br /&gt;- wala kang tatandaang celebration ng daysary, weeksary, monthsary, anniversary, at kung ano ano pang mga sary-sary.&lt;br /&gt;- You can do whatever you want! Sky is the limit mga repapipz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Disadvantages of NOT having someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (huhuhu! :-C)&lt;br /&gt;- wala kang partner pag nagsama-sama ang friends mo with their boyfriends. (waaaahh! Loner?! Grab ka na lang sa tabi! wehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;- you cant grab basta basta your friends (specially pag may jowa ang friend mo) without the permission of their jowa, kailangan mo pang hiramin ang friend mo sa kanya. O kaya mag pa sched ka ng appointment! (wow sosyal! Hectic ang shed!)&lt;br /&gt;- pag kasama mo ang friend mo and jowa nya para kang chaperon! (yaya, ikaw ba yan?!)&lt;br /&gt;- at syempre lagi kang magiging chaperon. (hmm… how cruel!)&lt;br /&gt;- pag nag uusap ang friends mo about their jowa, tatahimik ka na lang. (kasi wala kang mai-share sa usapan.. hmmp! No comment!)&lt;br /&gt;- (I don’t know if this is advantage or disadvantage) you will be a good listener. kasi nga wala kang mai-share na experience about having someone, kaya listen ka na lang. (Learn from THEIR experience kumbaga.)&lt;br /&gt;- at syempre you will always feel the loneliness and envy at times…(waaahhh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5194106634036164510?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5194106634036164510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5194106634036164510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5194106634036164510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5194106634036164510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/advantages-and-disadvantages-of-someone.html' title='Advantages and disadvantages of &quot;SOMEONE&quot; …'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8529197665291718979</id><published>2008-04-15T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:53:45.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>7 kinds of PRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve read this from one of the forums that my friend introduced to me. I know that this can help well for your reflection. Promiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seven kinds of pride: uninhibited, wounded, procrastinating, uncaring, sulking, pious, and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uninhibited pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a kind of pride that tries to make one self look good on the outside, but the inside is as rotten as an apple in the trash heap. One is all show no substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wounded pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a kind of pride that aims too high or expects something too much and once failure comes we are very hurt and we don’t want to accept our fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procrastinating pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a kind of pride that puts off anything till it’s too late. This kind of pride hinders us to change for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncaring pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a kind of pride that keeps us preoccupied and unconcerned for others. We wish to be all on our own comfort. And when trouble comes we are hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sulking pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the kind of pride that makes us feel we are truly self-sufficient, preventing us from asking help. The down side is, because we feel superior we push people away and when we are faced with troubles we are hurt that they are away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pious pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a kind of pride that hampers our view of the self. We feel we are free from defects, or even worse free from sin. We also tend to show off our good works to please the crowd (just like the Pharisees in Jesus' time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiet pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the pride that tends to parade all the achievements we were able to attain. This makes us feel invulnerable to failure and loss. And usually, they also think they know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8529197665291718979?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8529197665291718979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8529197665291718979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8529197665291718979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8529197665291718979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/7-kinds-of-pride.html' title='7 kinds of PRIDE'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3099608370655615439</id><published>2008-04-11T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:40:01.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxymoron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bo-girl relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexities of love'/><title type='text'>Complexities of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is the biggest oxymoron of all. How is it an oxymoron? Well, let us see…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oxymoron is a figure of speech that entails two normal but contradicting facts. In a way, oxymoron is also like an ironic situation or statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great poet once authored a loving and very ironic piece on love being an oxymoron, all the while enumerating the many reasons why people keep falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this poet, people basically keep falling because of the many ironies of love. We fall only when we start standing up for love. We fall only when we start climbing the mountainous complexities of love. That is how love is an oxymoron. Because whatever you say about it, no matter how different they are, would always stay true. It is hard to explain, yet it’s easy enough to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to fall in love; however it is also hard to be in love. We seem to easily fall in love with someone who would not even give us the time of day but cannot find the a place in our heart to give a chance to a person who seems to love us so much and would do anything for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not know how love works because it is too confusing but yet you understand its inner workings in your heart and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall in love, we find it irritating that people who does not necessarily approve of our relationship with the other person, keeps bugging us with reasons why we fell in love. But in the end we keep telling them, that we do not have any reason why we fell in love, we just know that we do. But when someone really supportive of our relationship asks why we fell in love with a certain person, we easily enumerate the many reasons why we love that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny that when we fall in love, we try to tell the other person that we love them for what they are and change would not be necessary. Then again on the course of the relationship itself, we make simple comments about how much of a slob the other person is, or how she does not make an effort to look pretty. And when this argument is brought up (about not changing) the most common reason we hear is that I am not trying to change you, I just want you to be a better person. Is becoming a better person quintessential to both parties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those who faithfully pursued their beloved feel the irony of love. After endless days of hoping and praying for the day that the other person will feel the same way, the magical time comes and they become blissful. For the first time the sun seems to shine from the perfect spot, the wind seems to blow with just the right breeze... they now feel how blissfully wonderful it is to be alive, yet they feel that they could die any moment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we are really in love, the simple things affect us in simple ways. We say that the immensity of the problem, however miniscule the problem is, makes it unbearable for us to continue with the relationship. Nevertheless, when our partner apologizes and promises to change for the nth time, we tell ourselves and everyone around us, that there is nothing that we cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when one is just about done with the many hurt that love has brought upon their lives, suddenly love twists it all around and the almost perfect significant other comes cruising to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funniest and weirdest part of falling in love would have to be how love can make us all knowing and stupid at the same time. For many of us, we could not even begin to start counting the countless times that we spent handing out advices to friends and people close to us about their love problems, but when it finally happens to us, we find ourselves, lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the geniuses are baffled with love, because as much as love is an oxymoron, sometimes it causes us to be morons. It is funny but also sad and&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3099608370655615439?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3099608370655615439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3099608370655615439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3099608370655615439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3099608370655615439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/complexities-of-love.html' title='Complexities of LOVE'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5586092597716600365</id><published>2008-04-05T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:02:00.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Maybe just paranoid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R_cxyMkyTvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FR-JYtFHfQA/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185668234379153138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R_cxyMkyTvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FR-JYtFHfQA/s320/crying.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can’t explain how I feel right now. I don’t know if I’m just becoming paranoid. Gosh… it deeply sucks! I can’t control my tears from fallin’… Hope I can cope up with this. What can I do to bring out my drive on this once again… what’s happening totally piss me off. I think my IQ has gone below average. I hate being like this. I want to be strong. I don’t want to be so emotional. I don’t want to be affected. But I am….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5586092597716600365?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5586092597716600365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5586092597716600365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5586092597716600365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5586092597716600365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-just-paranoid.html' title='Maybe just paranoid...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R_cxyMkyTvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FR-JYtFHfQA/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-96425022516606777</id><published>2008-02-29T08:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:05:35.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Tagged of 63 QUESTIONS by Twnx and Mayan</title><content type='html'>1. Song that always makes you sad? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tell Laura I love her… (huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Last thing you bought&lt;/span&gt; (food?)?&lt;/span&gt; Egg, dried fish and fried rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Last person you argued with? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you put Butter before putting the jelly on? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope… (eeewww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. One of your stuffed animals' names as a kid? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Did you ever own at one time a Nysnc Cd? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Favorite day of the week? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Sundae topping?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;choco choco…hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Did you take Piano lessons? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;not at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most frequent song played? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Selected love songs…hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. T.V. show you secretly enjoy? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;soap operas… :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Would you rather play basketball or hockey? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Date someone older or younger? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I haven’t dated wt anybody yet except my x… hahaha. But i would prefer older one... (about 4 yrs older..that's the max! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. One place you would wish to travel right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Do you use umbrellas? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Of course when raining….duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Do you know all the words to the Canadian national anthem? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Not a single…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Favorite Cheese? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Whatever….: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. Disturbed or My Chemical Romance? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Do you prefer Blondes or Brunettes? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;brunettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Best job you ever had? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I can’t figure it out right now for this is my first job….hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. did you go to your high school prom? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. perfect time to wake up?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. perfect time to go to bed? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. do you use your queen right away in chess? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;How should I? I don’t even play chess… hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. Ever been in a car accident? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. closer to mom or dad...or neither? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. what age is this exciting life over for you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;teenage years till now..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. what decade during the 20th century would you have chosen to be a teenager?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;90's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite shoes you have EVER owned? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Never had my favorite…I love ‘em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Do you have an article of clothing you have had since you were in high school? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Were you in track and field?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. Were you ever in a school talent show? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yeah…and that was terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. Have you ever written in a library book? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;What you think?? Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Allergic to? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. Favorite fruit? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mango &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you watched sex and the city? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. Baseball hat or toque? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Baseball hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you shampoo first in the shower or soap? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;shampoo first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Wet the toothbrush first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Pen or pencil?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever gambled at a casino? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. Have you thrown up on a plane?: How? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I haven’t even ride on a plane… (poor me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you thrown up in a car? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44. Have you thrown up at work? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Not yet..so far! harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45. Do you scream on roller coasters? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yeah…as in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46. Who was your first prom date? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I forgot the name coz he’s not my personal choice…hikhikhik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47. Who was your first roommate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;my sistahz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I haven’t been drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49. What was your first job? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50. What was your first car? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;How I wish I own one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;51. When did you go to your first funeral?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i can’t recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52. How old were you when you first travelled away from your hometown? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hmm… when I was 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Who was your first grade teacher? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mrs. Redoblado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;54. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Uuummm…hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?: I’ve &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;never tried… (good gehl! Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kring kring and rosan… and yes we’re friends till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent's house? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Me move out from my parents’ hwz? Hmm… hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;When me and my bf are still 2gdr its him… but now,…cousin and some close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Whoaaa…I can’t recall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60. What is the first thing you do in the morning? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What was the first concert you attended?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I forgot… I was young then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. First tattoo or piercing? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ear piercing… and henna tattoo on my uuhhhmmm…ahhhhh..…hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;63. First celebrity crush? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Devon Sawa... umm..Romnick Sarmienta (I really like his eyes…) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tag &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ate sally&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ate lyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mydz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ate rhyz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;baby G&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;melai&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; lala&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-96425022516606777?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/96425022516606777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=96425022516606777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/96425022516606777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/96425022516606777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged-of-63-questions-by-twnx-and.html' title='Tagged of 63 QUESTIONS by Twnx and Mayan'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-875510606953555740</id><published>2008-02-21T08:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:18:42.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irena cyanogaster'/><title type='text'>My name's hidden meaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R7zOYdTzu1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9p2Y3Su60A0/s1600-h/_NAME_YHEN.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R7zOYdTzu1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9p2Y3Su60A0/s200/_NAME_YHEN.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169233391894379346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;As i browsed Mayan's blogs, my attention was caught by one of her posts entitled "My name is.." Curious about my name's hidden meaning aside from knowing that it is the scientific name of a "Philippine Fairy Blue Bird", i also tried to seek for my name's "hidden meaning" as what they call it! .... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I highlighted those that seems to be factual as what i know about my personality... wehehehe.... If you personally know me, you can post your comments or reactions affirming or denying what I have highlighted. Or you can just state your own idea of who I really am based upon your observations.  Be honest guys huh! hehe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Irena Cyanogaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; You tend to be pretty tightly wound. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time.&lt;/span&gt; Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ou are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are very open.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(hehe) (gosh d makulayan ng yellow... eto pa naman ang pinaka-highlight ng personality ko! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. (I'd love to, but i don't have enough money...hehehehe) You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-875510606953555740?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/875510606953555740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=875510606953555740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/875510606953555740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/875510606953555740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-names-hidden-meaning.html' title='My name&apos;s hidden meaning...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R7zOYdTzu1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9p2Y3Su60A0/s72-c/_NAME_YHEN.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3224842511524432873</id><published>2008-02-20T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:03:03.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Purpose Driven Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Greatest Advice'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Advice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R7umG9Tzu0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mzVhcPsdF5g/s1600-h/the+purpose+driven+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R7umG9Tzu0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mzVhcPsdF5g/s200/the+purpose+driven+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168907635804846914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren is indeed one of the best inspirational books I've ever read. Actually, I haven’t finished it yet…. for 2 months I haven’t lifted any of its pages. Can you imagine that? (lol) but his write up entitled “The Greatest Advice” indeed caught my attention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Here it goes….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't date because you are desperate. Don't marry because  you are miserable. Don't have kids because you think your  genes are superior. Don't philander because you think you  are irresistible.  Don't associate  with people you can't trust. Don't cheat. Don't lie.  Don't pretend. Don't dictate because you are smarter. Don't demand because you are stronger.  Don't sleep around because you think  you are old enough &amp;amp; know better. Don't hurt your  kids because loving them is harder. Don't sell yourself,  your family, or your ideals. Don't stagnate!  Don't regress. Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone  back. Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr.  Right. Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong  because your biological clock is ticking.  Learn a new skill. Find a new  friend. Start a new career. Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be  paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.  To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless. To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy. To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy. Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong  reasons.  To make yourself happy,  pursue your passions &amp;amp; be the best of what you can be. Simplify your life. Take away the clutter. Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty  habits, and dangerous liaisons. Don't abandon your  responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.  Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for  your family. Be true to yourself. Don't commit when you are not ready. Don't keep others waiting needlessly.  Go on that trip. Don't postpone  it. Say those words. Don't let the moment pass. Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.  Write poetry. Love Deeply. Walk  barefoot. Dance with wild abandon. Cry at the movies.  Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care  of you. You light up your life. You drive yourself to your destination. No one completes you - except YOU.  It isn't true that life does not get  easier with age. It only gets more challenging. Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love. Pursue your passions.  Live your dreams. Don't lose faith in  God. Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you give someone your time, you  are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you  can give to someone is your time. Relationships take time  and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of  love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of  ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, GOD is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3224842511524432873?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3224842511524432873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3224842511524432873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3224842511524432873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3224842511524432873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/greatest-advice.html' title='The Greatest Advice!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R7umG9Tzu0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mzVhcPsdF5g/s72-c/the+purpose+driven+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-6719313850114481276</id><published>2008-02-20T07:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:53:54.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokenness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difficulties'/><title type='text'>HOW TO CELEBRATE BROKENNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought everything will be easy as how it seemed to be. But I was wrong… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I tried to keep myself busy with my work and studies… I thought this can help. Hence, I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing. It even led to backlogs and inattentiveness at school. In short…nothing happened. I hang out with my buds… strolling, play games on the arcade…Yes it did made me forget what I truly feel inside at the moment…but as soon as I got home, I can’t help but to think of what is really happening. I can’t figure it out if I will start moving on or I’ll hang up to the thought that there’s still a chance or possibility for the two of us….But when? At this very moment or when the time comes that I’m already used of not being with him? I really don’t want this to become a vicious cycle. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But then, I got this post from KERYGMA bulletin which I think would be of great help.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HOW TO CELEBRATE BROKENNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;2Corinthians 12:8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made in weakness, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses... in hardships... in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;1. What do you do with your brokenness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Here are the four options in responding to your weaknesses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;a. Flight: bury your brokenness in an addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;b. Fight: get angry and bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;c. fantasize: cover up and pretend you're strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;d. Feast: accept and celebrate your brokenness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;2. 5 Steps To Celebrate Your Brokenness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Step 1: Acknowledge - I acknowledge my brokenness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Step 2: Admit - I share my brokenness with true friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Step 3: ask for help - I seek helpand open myself to others' help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Step 4: Affect - I bless others with my brokenness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:11;" &gt;Step 5: Accept - I accept the brokenness of others and love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6719313850114481276?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6719313850114481276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6719313850114481276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6719313850114481276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6719313850114481276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-celebrate-brokenness.html' title='HOW TO CELEBRATE BROKENNESS'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7665227386697067523</id><published>2008-02-13T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:49:50.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ceLebRity cHiiK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.magmypic.com/uploads/1/a0/1a0bd4182489239953bbde9650fee380_SEVENTEEN_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my greatest yearnings is to be a cover girl of one of the best magazines. Well, wish granted! Hehehe… Do I look like a celebrity now?? 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And when I was about to get off the jeepney, a boy stepped on my skirt and it suddenly fell of!!! Whew! I was so embarrassed coz all I have from within was my undies. Hehehe… And it so happen that a crush of mine saw what happened…arrrghh..); &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Carabao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;( Me and my little sister fell from the carabao during a carabao race! Hahahaha…Can u imagine that!!??! I saw stars on the bright blue sky! wehehehe); and &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Candies &lt;/strong&gt;(Mama usually reward me with candies on one condition: not to “wiwi” on bed…hahaha!... I miss you MAMA..very very much! Wish you were still alive..whew!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Name 4 things you love to eat but rarely do:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Mangang hilaw dipped in bagoong! Yumness…hehehe, Street foods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Can’t think of any… hehehe)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Name 5 things that make you feel good:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Keeping myself busy early in the morning fixing myself (pa-beauty bah! Hahaha); listening to music; playing with my cute and bubbly Baby Gab; spending time with my family ;hanging out with loved ones/ friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to share this tag with &lt;a href="http://www.breakingdasilenz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vinness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Twnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mayanvergara.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Mayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://imcolourblind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ate press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaggedcore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Halley&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://www.blogger.com/http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/01/daydreaming.html"&gt;melai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://gelene.wordpress.com/"&gt;Baby G&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6970170195162090927?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6970170195162090927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6970170195162090927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6970170195162090927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6970170195162090927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged-againd.html' title='TAGGED AGAIN....:D'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8433355124048499050</id><published>2008-02-08T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:24:07.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Funny but true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R6vZUd49-CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N40wmo4QWoI/s1600-h/sad+girl1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R6vZUd49-CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N40wmo4QWoI/s200/sad+girl1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164460343354587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don’t know why I feel so affected. I can’t concentrate on what I’m into when I’m not in good terms with somebody most especially to the one who is close to my heart (funny but its true!). Gosh! Can I consider it as a positive attitude or a negative one? That’s why I don’t have any intentions of making myself close with somebody if I will just always get affected every time a conflict or should I say a very slight misunderstanding arises(actually, it was just a misinterpretation I guess). Whew!!! Hehehe….Anyway, its time to get back working…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Concentrate…concentrate…concentrate… Everything is ok now yhen! Haiz…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8433355124048499050?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8433355124048499050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8433355124048499050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8433355124048499050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8433355124048499050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-but-true.html' title='Funny but true!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R6vZUd49-CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N40wmo4QWoI/s72-c/sad+girl1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-4821988888726346237</id><published>2008-02-02T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:15:53.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great shopping cart indeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R6Q0bt49-BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MQ4lAwT_w9w/s1600-h/2007924145846_ASHOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162308723653081106" style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R6Q0bt49-BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MQ4lAwT_w9w/s200/2007924145846_ASHOP.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got the spirit to do your business of selling on-line but don’t where to start and how to do it? Well, you should not be bothered by that for number of services nowadays are on the net to serve you well. By just finding the right site from where you can avail the service regarding your on-line selling services, your path to riches is surely on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with different sites that provide help for entrepreneurs and merchants in an on-line selling business, it is good to log on at Ashop Commerce! This site is considered to be one of the leading sites in the US that hosts shopping cart software and ecommerce software. With its highly comprehensive process of introducing your products on-line, the monthly fee that you are going to pay is surely of great worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, log in now at Ashop commerce and take the benefit of what the &lt;a href="http://www.ashopcommerce.com/"&gt;shopping cart &lt;/a&gt;can offer for a stabilized and profit oriented selling on-line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-4821988888726346237?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4821988888726346237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=4821988888726346237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4821988888726346237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4821988888726346237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-shopping-cart-indeed.html' title='Great shopping cart indeed!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R6Q0bt49-BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MQ4lAwT_w9w/s72-c/2007924145846_ASHOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3058577179665283211</id><published>2008-02-01T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:51:34.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get paid to blog with SMORTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing has never been a passion for me way back before. Hence, as I grow older, it is only through writing that I can express all of my thoughts. And now, I got interested on blogging since this now serves as my way of expressing myself and relating it with others. It is not really my intention to get paid through my blogs. But as I surfed through the net, I found a very interesting site on which blogging can be a great source of income. And it is through smorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to give you an idea, smorty is an on-line service that connects advertisers with the bloggers.  Advertisers pay the ever self-motivated bloggers just by writing opinion posts and reviews. If you’ve got your own blog site, well, that can be your starting point in entering the world of easy-money blogging. The advertisers will provide keywords for you and anchor texts to be included on your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being paid out of blogging, your writing skills shall definitely be enhanced. Indeed, &lt;a href="http://www.smorty.com/"&gt;http://www.smorty.com&lt;/a&gt; is a great site where thousands and even millions advertisers and bloggers can get connected with. So &lt;a href="http://www.smorty.com/"&gt;get paid to blog &lt;/a&gt;now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3058577179665283211?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3058577179665283211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3058577179665283211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3058577179665283211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3058577179665283211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-paid-to-blog-with-smorty.html' title='Get paid to blog with SMORTY'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5421050507684157192</id><published>2008-01-30T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:30:50.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A worry-free on-line selling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you a business minded individual and intends to make business or sell on-line? Well, if you have the intention of doing so shopping cart software is absolutely perfect for you. Number of sites offers this in on-line market, and it would depend on you as to where you will make your deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my daily fad of browsing the net, one site captured my attention – the Ashop Commerce. Well, Ashop Commerce is known to be one of the leading providers that host shopping cart software. Making business on-line will not bring you any hassle for the &lt;a href="http://www.ashop.com.au/"&gt;shopping cart software&lt;/a&gt; has a complete solution for your on-line selling needs on an excellent quality of service and yet on a least amount of monthly payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, you will learn a lot and make your on-line selling worthwhile with this complete ecommerce shopping cart software from Ashop Commerce. So, feel free to visit http://www.ashop.com.au/ for more information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5421050507684157192?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5421050507684157192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5421050507684157192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5421050507684157192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5421050507684157192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/worry-free-on-line-selling.html' title='A worry-free on-line selling!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-9017772778786453740</id><published>2008-01-29T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:00:20.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>tears came rushing.... heartbeat seem to faint....Its darn hard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes, i wish i could go back...back to the time when the only men in my life were God, papa and kuya. And pain could be healed by just a band-aid and a lollipop-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-9017772778786453740?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9017772778786453740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=9017772778786453740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/9017772778786453740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/9017772778786453740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-929200048618980711</id><published>2008-01-25T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:33:35.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>Ohhh..I was TAGGED by TWNX...</title><content type='html'>FIVE random things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things Found in my Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. pen&lt;br /&gt;2. wallet&lt;br /&gt;3. tissue&lt;br /&gt;4. phone&lt;br /&gt;5. kikay kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things Found in my Wallet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bills and coins&lt;br /&gt;2. ATM cards/ID's&lt;br /&gt;3. notes&lt;br /&gt;4. pictures&lt;br /&gt;5. novena/religious pamphlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5 Things Found in my Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. bed&lt;br /&gt;2. cabinet&lt;br /&gt;3. mirror&lt;br /&gt;4. books&lt;br /&gt;5. kikay stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. walk along the seashore under the moonlight HHWW with my man! hehe&lt;br /&gt;2. get enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;3. travel...travel...travel&lt;br /&gt;4. attend 9 consecutive St. Jude masses&lt;br /&gt;5. purchase a new phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5 Things I am Currently Into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. study&lt;br /&gt;2. work...work....work...&lt;br /&gt;3. meditation (wehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;4. job hunting&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5 People to Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mayan, ate sally, ate lyn, ate press, lani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this game was easy! gosh...i find it hard to think...(hehehe) whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/yhen/bb8a1523f8261b23d7ada23de1c22b46.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-929200048618980711?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/929200048618980711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=929200048618980711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/929200048618980711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/929200048618980711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohhhi-was-tagged-by-twnx.html' title='Ohhh..I was TAGGED by TWNX...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1821122740656930539</id><published>2008-01-24T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:07:07.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='less fortunate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift-giving'/><title type='text'>Gift-Giving Project- A success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its been a month and a day now since we had our gift-giving project. I’m very eager to have it posted here, but December was indeed a very busy month for me…. At long last, I will be posting it now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, we were 9 or I guess 10 who will be joining the said activity in Padang, Legazpi City last December 23, 2007. (I don’t know actually if who is the proponent of this project, I’m just a volunteer. Hehehe…) However, on the date itself, only 6 of us made it (me, arcee, ruth, annie and two staffs from inquirer; eph and Jamie).  We were able to help three families on the said Barangay and more or less 20 individuals that include street children, aged and handicapped. We were able to give them grocery items (good enough for their day to day consumption and “noche-buena”) and used clothing. As we had our conversation with them, I am deeply touched by their stories. Despite of what happened to their lives due to typhoon reming most especially those living in Padang, and the starving stomachs of beggars on the streets, still they are all surviving and doesn’t loose hope.  I suddenly thought that I am indeed blessed with the family and friends that I’ve got, comfortable shelter to stay at and enough resources for a living….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the project turned out to be a success which is indeed beyond our expectation. Thus, we would like to thank all of the warm-hearted individuals who unselfishly shared their blessings. Through you, we became instruments in bringing hope and joy to our less fortunate brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the success of this gift-giving project and knowing that there are still good souls who are always willing to extend their help…it doesn’t end here. We hope that you will again support us in our succeeding projects…. Merci :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1821122740656930539?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1821122740656930539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1821122740656930539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1821122740656930539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1821122740656930539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/gift-giving-project-success.html' title='Gift-Giving Project- A success'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7109833958725443071</id><published>2008-01-24T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:43:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-03.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782128634883&amp;amp;site=widget-03.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:200px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782128634883&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-03.slide.com/p1/216172782128634883/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782128634883&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-03.slide.com/p2/216172782128634883/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7109833958725443071?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7109833958725443071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7109833958725443071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7109833958725443071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7109833958725443071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8724651944170564059</id><published>2008-01-24T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:54:57.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl scouting'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing the old times….A new found friend – Melai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was in elementary… I already love adventures! When our teacher asks if who’s willing to join girl scouting… I would instantaneously shout… “ako po mam”.. thinking that we will surely have a camping and mountain climbing. (yahooooo…). One of the funniest and stupid acts which I have done during our girl scouting in elementary is joining with boys…. Yeah…really! Hahahaha…Our teacher told us that girls are not allowed to join the camping that year since there is a limited number of girls who registered. (This was on the 6th grade)…Since it was our last year to join the camping… even with the prohibition of our teacher, me and six of my friends joined with the boys! Hilarious right?? wehehehe … And when our teacher found out… he talked with my friends parents and advised to bring us home (good thing… we live on a quite distant place where phone signal was not available then…hahaha) I was saved! . I know for a fact that papa will definitely be mad at me… so what I did was to have a sleep over on my friends place… hahaha… It was when I reached high school that I had the guts to reveal it to papa and with my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire for adventurous and thrilling activities has never subsided even as I reached high school. If there will be any activities that concerns, camping, mountain climbing, and even outreach programs, I always assure that I’m one of the participants. With this, I was able to go to different places here in the province and even outside... sad to say, when we are supposed to be sent in Mindoro I was not able to join…huhuhu, (it so happened that it was our final examination. And as a graduating student then, I should prioritize my academics. (waaaahhhhhh…) Anyway, the most unforgettable experience of my girl scouting during high school is when I was chosen to be one of the delegates representing Legazpi. It was a National Jamboree, and there were so many delegates. I happened to mingle with other delegates from Legazpi coming from different schools. It was indeed a worth remembering experience most especially our mountain trekking… Our guide was a hunk… kiliiigg!! Hahaha (aki pa sana duratooon na….nyahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remembered these things because of MELAI… when we were in high school, we know each other only by name and for a fact that we were in the same school and we were both active in girl scouting. I was a year older than her. We also talk but not that often. But now that we’re working in the same company, it is indeed a pleasure knowing her better. We share so many things most especially on heart matters. Hahaha… As our conversation starts, time runs so swiftly. Whew! We’ve got so many stories to tell. I’m really enjoying it. She seems to be more mature than I…. hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8724651944170564059?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8724651944170564059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8724651944170564059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8724651944170564059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8724651944170564059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/reminiscing-old-timesa-new-found-friend.html' title='Reminiscing the old times….A new found friend – Melai'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-2652223750857285075</id><published>2008-01-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:50:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An afternoon thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After such a long time of not writing anything here, well, here I am again. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot of topics I want to post, but then I can’t really find time…huhuhu… its 4:22 now (my computer’s time) but I can’t even finish my output. Gosh..imagine only 7 articles but I cant afford to finish!!!! What a mess…. I dnt know what’s happening. Wheew! Ate prez (one of my officemates and close friends) said that the ratio between chatting and doing my article is 50:2…hehehe…Of course not! My mind is just pre-occupied with many things. The hell, I can’t figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dub dub dub dub…that’s how a heartbeat sounds like as what nanette (a clown-like fellow in the office) said… agreeee? Hahahaha…funny! But what I feel right now is not funny…. I feel so nervous and I don’t even know if I’m trembling because of the aircon or the thought that we’re going to have a recitation. Oh my gulay! Afraid….afraid…afraid….. Though recitation is already a part of our life in skul, hence I find it hard to seat back and relax. Help me Lord….pls…. Hope that everything will be fine. I miss hanging out with friends after work, lakwatcha galore, chika galore, non-stop watching of teleseryes, reading novels, and all sorts of books except law books…haiz! But this is what I choose…. I’ll just savor bittersweet feeling of a full time working student! Hehehe… and a full time love jerk… wehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-2652223750857285075?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2652223750857285075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=2652223750857285075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2652223750857285075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/2652223750857285075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/afternoon-thought.html' title='An afternoon thought...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8655876719285733587</id><published>2008-01-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:25:00.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rottweiler'/><title type='text'>MIssing Parker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R5f2nN49-AI/AAAAAAAAABs/0jBNEjHq8pw/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158863051780126722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R5f2nN49-AI/AAAAAAAAABs/0jBNEjHq8pw/s200/Copy+of+P1010221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parker is indeed a very cute rottweiler that my brother bought. Being pet lovers, me and my siblings really enjoy playing with him. He would always run after my nephew inside the house that make all of us laugh. Hence, a month ago, parker died… we really don’t know the reason of his sudden death… ooohhhh…how I wish parker is still alive… I really miss the puppy that once made all of us burst into laughter….Parkeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr…….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8655876719285733587?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8655876719285733587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8655876719285733587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8655876719285733587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8655876719285733587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-parker.html' title='MIssing Parker...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R5f2nN49-AI/AAAAAAAAABs/0jBNEjHq8pw/s72-c/Copy+of+P1010221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-5791330818929015892</id><published>2007-12-17T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:09:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2XL8wMCHUI/AAAAAAAAABc/wbqpO5uvT1U/s1600-h/is+it+really.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144742393928621378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2XL8wMCHUI/AAAAAAAAABc/wbqpO5uvT1U/s200/is+it+really.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s difficult to turn your back to someone whom you really want to be with. To let someone feel he/she is neglected when in fact he/she is important. To show someone that you don’t mind when in fact you care a lot. To avoid someone when you want to take a stolen glance. To treat someone as an ordinary being or acquaintance when in fact he/she is really special. To let someone realize that his/her presence is naturally welcome when actually, it brings extraordinary excitement. To say things contrary to what you feel and to laugh when you want to cry your heart out….. whewww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-5791330818929015892?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5791330818929015892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=5791330818929015892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5791330818929015892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/5791330818929015892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-really.html' title='Is it really???'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2XL8wMCHUI/AAAAAAAAABc/wbqpO5uvT1U/s72-c/is+it+really.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-6634537338639178449</id><published>2007-12-15T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:25:15.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><title type='text'>LOVE  (a perspective)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2NXBAMCHSI/AAAAAAAAABM/HahScXtiNkk/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144050874129194274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2NXBAMCHSI/AAAAAAAAABM/HahScXtiNkk/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are some people who meet somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I am not expecting everybody to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me on this… there are some love that basically don’t go away. And maybe that makes crazy for some, but if you end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity, somebody who never let go, be lucky for that…. For that somebody will cherish you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we look too far to find that one person we could share our love with, without realizing that of 10 times they are just in front of us, loving us quietly, all this time….Somebody told me once that “Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong …It is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there….”You can never be perfect…. The person you love can never be perfect either… but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you. No relationship is complete without God….that’s why marriage exists…Marriage is a bond not only between you and your loved one…but also with God as the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail not because he or she is not the right person…it’s because we are expecting too much and we decided on our own…let God do the work…you may call it waiting time….but while you are waiting…. pray. Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears.Don’t be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it. If you already knew that you’re too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don’t give it a try. You’ll probably break it and be held liable for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt at the very start that the relationship will not last, don’t go deeper into it. You’ll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason. We call it love when we can’t leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong; it can probably be just pity. We call it love when we’re too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life. We definitely misunderstood it… it’s just that we’re too much dependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past. We are mistaken, its just insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn’t something you can buy nor beg. It is real and existing. You can’t touch it but you can feel it right in your heart. You can’t find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don’t forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6634537338639178449?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6634537338639178449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6634537338639178449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6634537338639178449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6634537338639178449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-perspective.html' title='LOVE  (a perspective)'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2NXBAMCHSI/AAAAAAAAABM/HahScXtiNkk/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7876979024494237876</id><published>2007-12-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:01:32.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Disappointment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2HVioqI0vI/AAAAAAAAABE/jxsdD8iR6ys/s1600-h/disappointment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143627040440242930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2HVioqI0vI/AAAAAAAAABE/jxsdD8iR6ys/s200/disappointment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December 11 was such a hard day for me. Aside from the backlogs I’ve got out of not working effectively due to sort of stuffs to be accomplished concerning my studies and laziness I guess, I’ve suffered from severe headache and fever. Gosh.. my head was terribly in pain that I have taken 3 capsules of bogessic and 1 bioflu the whole day. As such, I was not able to attend my class that evening for I decided to go home after work. Obviously, the following day, I was not able to work…. With much concern for myself of course, I went to the eye center for a check up. Guess, whaaattt??? My vision is no longer normal…huhuhu… 50 on my left eye and 100 on the right…(the most funny thing is that, when the Doctor’s attendant let me read the letters in front of me, I can no longer see it clearly. Instead of reading letter “B” I misinterpreted and read it as “E”..) hahahaha! wheeewww! And with number of tests, the Doctor found out that my right eye is very much irritated and there is already a scar on it. With that, I have to wear eyeglasses for my eyes’ protection and at the same time keep my eye from dryness and irritation with some sort of a liquid drops for every two hours… (haru jhusko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what really upset me is that, those whom I am expecting to text me, knowing they are my friends and ask if how I am doing that very day… did not even care to send a single message (sigh). Good thing, a close friend and a loved one asked if how I was doing. (At least, somebody cares for me though…) Haiz…, I was terribly disappointed. But for my consolation, another friend texted me late in the evenin. Nweiz, that’s what I’ve got from expecting too much from them. From now on I promise to myself that I will no longer pay too much concern for anybody, so when the time comes that I will need extra care and attention or comfort, I will no longer be disappointed. Haiz…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7876979024494237876?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7876979024494237876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7876979024494237876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7876979024494237876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7876979024494237876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2HVioqI0vI/AAAAAAAAABE/jxsdD8iR6ys/s72-c/disappointment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7179021973866878949</id><published>2007-12-05T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:57:16.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lie. love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><title type='text'>sW!nG of liE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be afraid to tell other people that you love them. If you do, they might break your heart..... And if you won’t, you might break theirs. Your heart decides who it likes and who it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own....when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Or you are in a situation where someone loves you and you love him too but there’s another one that you love? (So complicated, right?) Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much….for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all. Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle or that you are not yet ready to give up the other? We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7179021973866878949?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7179021973866878949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7179021973866878949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7179021973866878949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7179021973866878949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/swng-of-lie.html' title='sW!nG of liE'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3107467839936391737</id><published>2007-12-05T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:03:51.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Things learned from intergender friendships (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1X34YqI0pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rxtiylra_N0/s1600-h/boygirl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140287097777214098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1X34YqI0pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rxtiylra_N0/s320/boygirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THE PREMISE of this article lies on the principle that sometimes, loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Is it possible for a man and a woman to be just friends? I'd say yes and they should be, nothing's wrong with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HINDI DAHIL KINAIBIGAN KA, LILIGAWAN KA NA.&lt;/span&gt; Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't be flattered. There is a reason or maybe reasons why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called "boyfriend". If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HINDI DAHIL MABAIT SAYO, NILILIGAWAN KA NA.&lt;/span&gt; There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I do think that if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINDI DAHIL HE TALKS TO YOU A LOT, HE LOVES YOU NA&lt;/span&gt; (kiliig ka ba? eheh). You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINDI DAHIL CUTE OR MAY DATING ANG FRIEND MO, CRUSH/LOVE MO NA CYA.&lt;/span&gt; This is the most funny thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk or someone who is appealing to your eyes), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience and from my friends’ experiences as well. I'm just nearsighted; I haven't gone blind nor are my friends. We can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, from having a crush on him, believe me. (hehehehe) First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely cute, who looks intelligent enough but pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy… And I also admit that I’m not that good in pronunciation (i frequently commit sort of “stuff” me things…) hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HINDI DAHIL YOU HANG OUT WITH EACH OTHER MOST OF THE TIME, YOU’D END UP BEING BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND.. &lt;/span&gt;Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, or even million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no proven formula. For all you know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting “kikay” tips from you. He probably plans on being “kikay” himself and he needs a mentor….. Wahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A DINNER OR EATING OUT WITH A GUY FRIEND DOES NOT NECESSARILY MEAN A DATE….. &lt;/span&gt;especially if you're paying for your share noh! Hello???? There are three things that you must consider: the place, the topic, and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First is how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a "filler" on his schedule. Second is the place. If it is a real date, both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on a Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible and quite personal stuff. (davaaaahhhh???!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO, HINDI DAHIL MAHAL NYO NA ANG ISA'T-ISA. PWEDE NA!&lt;/span&gt; They say friendship is the most fundamental factor in a boy-girl relationship. But before entering in a so-called commitment, make sure to know the situation first. Relationships that started with fire usually ends in a disaster. If your guy friend is not yet committed, then it is not bad to go out with him or to talk to him everyday or every minute. BUT if HE is already in a relationship, don’t get too close coz you may end up in the wrong track. In other words, KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. You can find so many fishes in the ocean that you can rightfully own. Always remember the golden rule your parents taught you: Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." It is the ultimate norm of high morality in our culture. Also, believe in the power of KARMA.. And for you BOY, always remember that a woman’s heart is fragile.. Don’t send false hopes to the girl. And before its to late, better end your relationship with the other or just be civil with your friend.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I therefore conclude that platonic relationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate them. Agreee????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3107467839936391737?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3107467839936391737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3107467839936391737&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3107467839936391737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3107467839936391737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-learned-from-intergender.html' title='Things learned from intergender friendships (&quot;,)'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1X34YqI0pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rxtiylra_N0/s72-c/boygirl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7543754988526581037</id><published>2007-12-05T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:58:49.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts to Ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't let someone become a priority in your life when you are just an option in their lives... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We make them cry who care for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We cry for those who never care for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we care for those who will never cry for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the truth of life... it may sound so strange, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once you realize this, it is never too late to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never explain yourself to anyone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because the person who likes you doesn't need it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the person who dislikes you won't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-7543754988526581037?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7543754988526581037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=7543754988526581037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7543754988526581037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/7543754988526581037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='Thoughts to Ponder...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-6978073205803428507</id><published>2007-11-15T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:46:05.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply called LOVE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2ORDAMCHTI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Utv3laF-oA/s1600-h/couple-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144114680163343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2ORDAMCHTI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Utv3laF-oA/s200/couple-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love... a small word for such a complex emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no simple explanation for it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because love is made up of many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It cannot be measured, because it is a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of the money in the world cannot buy love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it has to be earned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It does not happen by wishing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it must come about naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is not an instantaneous emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but something that grows slowly between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;two people, maturing with time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once love has reached maturity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is no stronger bond between two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is sharing the good and the bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the hopes and the dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the amusing times and the serious times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is doing things together, yet leaving room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for each to grow as an individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-6978073205803428507?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6978073205803428507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=6978073205803428507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6978073205803428507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/6978073205803428507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/simply-called-love.html' title='Simply called LOVE....'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R2ORDAMCHTI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Utv3laF-oA/s72-c/couple-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-1291820224492864408</id><published>2007-11-07T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:43:54.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Why GOD allows pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1iNT4qI0uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BYzHuMTAVMI/s1600-h/God-hand.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141014347409576674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1iNT4qI0uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BYzHuMTAVMI/s200/God-hand.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I browsed mails from my inbox just a while ago, my attention was get caught by a mail coming from a friend. It was entitled “Why GOD allows pain.” Though my intention was just to erase all of the unnecessary messages thereat and proceed with my task, I can’t help myself but to open this particular mail. And with so many inspirational articles and stories that I have already read, I can consider this to be one of the best explanations of why GOD allows pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things." The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!" "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me." "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A very good story indeed to reflect on…. Have a great day everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-1291820224492864408?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1291820224492864408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=1291820224492864408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1291820224492864408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/1291820224492864408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-god-allows-pain.html' title='Why GOD allows pain'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1iNT4qI0uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BYzHuMTAVMI/s72-c/God-hand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-8998266844521779079</id><published>2007-11-07T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:42:57.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><title type='text'>EYES ---&gt; window to the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1h3B4qI0tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xyIZo6B0jvE/s1600-h/eys2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140989848916120274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1h3B4qI0tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xyIZo6B0jvE/s320/eys2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1h1joqI0sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jupRlSt8oKo/s1600-h/eyes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140988229713449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1h1joqI0sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jupRlSt8oKo/s320/eyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is said that the eyes are window to the soul &lt;div&gt;Through the eyes, we are able to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Past, Present, and Future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of the elderly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we see often see knowledge and life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowledge of things that were and the things that are yet to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see life as it was, full of love and sorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of understanding, and yet innocence can likewise be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of the youth we can see tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can see their hopes and their dreams that are yet to be fulfilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their fears of who they really are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who they will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of men we can see pride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and their need to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see the burden of family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the little boy who yearns to be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of women we see determination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the fear for world that is full of harsh realities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see a mother's love and a daughter's devotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see passion, fire, and a pride from within. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the eyes are truly windows to the soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence just like any window.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's will always be a difference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each time you look from within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-8998266844521779079?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8998266844521779079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=8998266844521779079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8998266844521779079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/8998266844521779079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/eyes-window-to-soul.html' title='EYES ---&gt; window to the soul'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1h3B4qI0tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xyIZo6B0jvE/s72-c/eys2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-4142655683735463830</id><published>2007-11-06T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:50:56.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Letting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1coioqI0rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CeT1aTn3jz8/s1600-h/letting+go.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140622075161531058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1coioqI0rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CeT1aTn3jz8/s320/letting+go.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is dignity in not giving up on someone you truly love. But there is more dignity in letting them go so they can experience better love. That shows your true love because you then become unselfish And through putting others first, unconditional love grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is respect in fighting gallantly to win someone's heart another time but an even greater respect comes from fighting hard and knowing when to stop. Even though you would give anything to have the past back, that person has touched your life in a way that will make your future so much brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Accept that, and hold your head high knowing you have captured their heart as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is courage in allowing your heart to hurt and grieve but there is greater courage in knowing it will be scarredbut stronger as time goes on. For whoever caused those scars has made your life better in some way and it will make you a better person when you marry because of what the scars taught you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Losing the person who meant the most in your life is a humbling experience, yet it is even more humbling if you allow it to run your life and forsake all you have been blessed with when you feel l ike you have lost your world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember how many people depend on you and who you are the world to. There is fortitude in holding on for another chance although an even greater fortitude comes from extending your hand and heart in friendship, realizing you will still share things with that person no one else ever will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You will always have the looks and jokes and memories. Don't ever discount how special those things are in your heart and theirs. True love hurts when it is lost but an even greater love grows inside you through realization that something better is in the world for both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that there are still things to share with that person, even though some feelings may have changed. Take their hand and help them achieve their hopes and dreams because in that there is dignity, respect, courage, humility, fortitude, and the unconditional love that will continue to grow in both of your hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-4142655683735463830?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4142655683735463830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=4142655683735463830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4142655683735463830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/4142655683735463830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting go...'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1coioqI0rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CeT1aTn3jz8/s72-c/letting+go.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-3669694722401543139</id><published>2007-10-06T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:41:07.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying young'/><title type='text'>How to stay young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With our advanced technology nowadays great number of people most especially women resort to highly technological ways just to look good and stay young. But don't you know that aside from cosmetics that you apply, having your face lifted, undergoing a liposuction, breast augmentation, and the like, there still remains non-artificial ways just to stay young. you want to know what are those? Well, the following are indeed proven on how a person will stay young:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable,improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116770859372963155-3669694722401543139?l=theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3669694722401543139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116770859372963155&amp;postID=3669694722401543139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3669694722401543139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116770859372963155/posts/default/3669694722401543139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How to stay young!'/><author><name>simplyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16904755623062609744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tx55655rdUQ/S2kvyUmbyWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qbNY7kCMVSQ/S220/Image284.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116770859372963155.post-7724349720858188082</id><published>2007-10-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:40:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason(s) behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1UHDoqI0oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c816XeJdeyY/s1600-h/images222222222222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140022308748448386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="125" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tx55655rdUQ/R1UHDoqI0oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c816XeJdeyY/s320/images222222222222.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its difficult to turn your back to someone whom you really want to be with. To let someone feel he is neglected when in fact he is important. To show someone that you don’t mind when in fact you care a lot. To avoid someone when you want to take a stolen glance. To treat someone as an ordinary being when in fact he is really special. To let someone realize that his presence is naturally welcome when it brings extraordinary excitement. To say things contrary to what you feel and to laugh when you want to cry your heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the things that drive me to have an account here. It is indeed difficult to hide your true feelings for someone whom you really love. But then, it is quite alright to do so if you think that you'll be hurting someone else. I'm not the type of person whom others think to be as an easy go lucky. Many would see me to be always smiling, giggling and laughing. Well, it is just one of my defense mechanisms to hide what is really within me. It is very difficult to wear a mask. But then, on this way, everyone around me is happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Writing my thoughts can be one of my great avenues to feel relieved at least for once. I no longer tell lots of stories to my friends most especially on heart matters for they might say, "oh well, here she goes again, duh!" Pathetic, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, it is not only heart matters on which i'm going to post here. Anything under the sun will do. As long as it catches my interest. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GOODLUCK on my adventure here in the blogger world! 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