<?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-528936780965345011</id><updated>2012-02-10T15:51:33.604+08:00</updated><category term='girl'/><category term='meatime'/><title type='text'>tiredandpretty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3538060896578533364</id><published>2010-03-01T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:19:44.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She will be loved (Maroon 5) to She is loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Sunday, June 18, 2006&lt;/h2&gt;                  &lt;a name="4307276475798769073"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;h1 class="post-title"&gt;       She will be loved        &lt;/h1&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Whenever I hear this song, I have this strange hunch that the song is about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I sent a forwarded message to my friends, and asked them to text me back 5 songs, which they will dedicate to me. And this Maroon 5 song struck me when my cousin included it in his list. It made me wonder – of all the song, why would “she will be loved” be dedicated to me. Wasn’t I loved? Was I in despair? At the moment, I felt confusion surround me. Then I realized, it could have been possible that my cousin saw the part of me that I tried to hide – the part that felt unloved. But unloved by whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved is a song about a girl who’s in love with someone who’s in love with another but not her. That was not my case. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in 2 past relationships. Both ended. They weren’t a failure. Some of the times I spent within these relationships are considered “worth-it”. Things just didn’t work out that it had to end. Now, I am single. Am I? I really don’t know. It’s complicated had been my status for quite some time now. Let’s say, it’s because I’m in the middle of a place I don’t know. And now, every time I hear this Maroon 5 song, it just reminds me of myself. I am not desolated, but after all the past relationships and on-going relationships, what my cousin was trying to say is that in time I will find that one person whom I will love and make me feel loved. He’s just here, somewhere. I may have had found him, I’m just not that sure if he’s found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiredandpretty&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a post I have written way way back! It felt funny reading what I have written years ago. Seeing the mistakes - wrong spellings, wrong grammar, wrong punctuations, let's add to that the mistakes with the decisions I have done. Oh well. Of all the post I have done this particular item caught my attention and made me write again. (Please remind me to recheck my post. I tend to make mistakes because I write things that pops into my mind and end up neglecting if I wrote the stuff right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the post - quoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...in time I will find that one person whom I will love and make me feel loved. He’s just here, somewhere. I may have had found him, I’m just not that sure if he’s found me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite that sure on what state my heart was during the time I was writing this, but I guess I was optimistic about finding that person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whom I will love and make me feel loved&lt;/span&gt;, and I am just so happy to say that I have found that person and we have been together for almost three years (on march eight to be exact.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's weird is, we've been together for three years and I still get this funny feeling. There are certain times like when I see him from afar, I ask myself: "I am really with Micah, huh?", or "Micah? My boyfriend?!", or "He was just that guy Badang had a crush on, that guy who we try to check out (she checks him out, not me), and now we're together!". *sigh* don't get the wrong impression that I don't like the idea of us together. It's just that after all this three years, it still has not sinked in to me that I am in love with this guy. I 've no problem about that. It's just weird. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March Eight is our day. Can't wait to spend that special day with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3538060896578533364?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3538060896578533364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3538060896578533364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3538060896578533364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3538060896578533364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-will-be-loved-maroon-5-to-she-is.html' title='She will be loved (Maroon 5) to She is loved'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3886824895883358189</id><published>2009-12-10T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:54:21.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longing: to have an earnest, heartfelt desire, especially for something beyond reach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;longing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to have an earnest, heartfelt desire, especially for something beyond reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: enelahsah 12102009.1850&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the world is having fun&lt;br /&gt;and you are now gone&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to sleep my night away&lt;br /&gt;and just try to end my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the world is glad&lt;br /&gt;and i lay here in my bed&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of our happy times&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'll be fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the world is full of smile&lt;br /&gt;and our distance is more than a mile&lt;br /&gt;i'll look at the stars above&lt;br /&gt;and wish for my one love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the world is fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in my bed and you're not here&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the time we're together&lt;br /&gt;and wish that my tomorrow will be better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the world is dreaming&lt;br /&gt;and i am here alone and crying&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you so much, my heart's in pain&lt;br /&gt;and pray for you to be soon in my arms again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3886824895883358189?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3886824895883358189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3886824895883358189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3886824895883358189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3886824895883358189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/12/longing-to-have-earnest-heartfelt.html' title='longing: to have an earnest, heartfelt desire, especially for something beyond reach.'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-4871120452472048085</id><published>2009-12-10T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:18:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Everything that happens in this world happens at the time God chooses." Ecclesiastes 3:1"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-4871120452472048085?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4871120452472048085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=4871120452472048085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4871120452472048085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4871120452472048085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-that-happens-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6778783632900601603</id><published>2009-12-10T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:14:08.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Food #3</title><content type='html'>"No one has the power to make things perfect, but everyone is given countless chances to make things right."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6778783632900601603?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6778783632900601603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6778783632900601603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6778783632900601603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6778783632900601603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/12/soul-food-3.html' title='Soul Food #3'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3074664637194372029</id><published>2009-12-10T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:11:25.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Food #2</title><content type='html'>"when we have done all we can, then the Lord is under obligation and will not disappoint the faithful; He will perform the rest"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3074664637194372029?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3074664637194372029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3074664637194372029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3074664637194372029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3074664637194372029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/12/soul-food-2.html' title='Soul Food #2'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6275681380211750588</id><published>2009-12-10T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:10:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Food #1</title><content type='html'>♥ To avoid something does not necessarily mean that you hate it; It could mean that you want it but you just know that it isn't right. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6275681380211750588?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6275681380211750588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6275681380211750588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6275681380211750588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6275681380211750588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/12/soul-food-1.html' title='Soul Food #1'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-4873794143280708145</id><published>2009-04-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:02:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9027069/what-type-of-abstract-art-are-you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="aquestion"&gt;love struck&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss103/firewhy/DSCN1339.jpg" alt="result image" /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;you are interesting and struck by love, although you can be hurt sometimes, things always seem to get better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-4873794143280708145?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4873794143280708145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=4873794143280708145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4873794143280708145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4873794143280708145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9027069what.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9027069/what-type-of-abstract-art-are-you'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5752810443330141812</id><published>2009-04-09T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:01:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9032697/how-mysterious-are-you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="aquestion"&gt;Not mysterious at all!&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;You're the exact opposite of mysterious, telling everyone what's on your mind at that moment. You want everyone to like you and know as much about you as possible, even if that does mean you sometimes repeat yourself. Just don't get too carried away, as some people don't like others who are so 'in your face'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5752810443330141812?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5752810443330141812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5752810443330141812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5752810443330141812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5752810443330141812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9032697how.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9032697/how-mysterious-are-you'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-7674623860578150052</id><published>2009-04-09T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:59:29.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9057054/are-you-yin-or-yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="aquestion"&gt;You're Yin&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/C/CH/CHO/CHOCOMANIA11/1237250086_2541_full.jpeg" alt="result image" /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Yin and yang are complementary opposites within a greater whole- but you're the dark element: You are passive, dark, feminine, downward-seeking, and corresponding to the night.Not to mention you don't mind staring face to face with death(im Yin too!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-7674623860578150052?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7674623860578150052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=7674623860578150052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7674623860578150052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7674623860578150052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9057054are-you.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9057054/are-you-yin-or-yang'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-4193238378802818054</id><published>2009-04-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:54:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9077885/how-resilient-are-you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results Three;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="allresultscontainer" class="jqmWindow modaldialog jqmID2"&gt;&lt;div class="modalwrap"&gt;&lt;div id="allresults" class="quizresultsdisplay"&gt;&lt;div class="savedresult morsel quidget"&gt;          &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/V/VV/VVN/VVNH/1237558146_1689_full.jpeg" alt="result image" /&gt;         &lt;p&gt; You like to think… a lot. You don’t really depend on people, just only when you’re really, really unsure about what to do. You really don’t care what other people think of you and that you move at your own pace. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/528936780965345011-4193238378802818054?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4193238378802818054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=4193238378802818054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4193238378802818054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4193238378802818054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9077885how.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9077885/how-resilient-are-you'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5789996184456364867</id><published>2009-04-09T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:50:56.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9098444/are-you-more-creative-or-logical</title><content type='html'>Whether you admit it or not....you are someone who excels in classes like math or science, question is, do you try to do your best? you are a logical thinker, you are someone, when faced with any kind of problem, will think with their head. You go with the facts, and not just a whim of some sort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5789996184456364867?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5789996184456364867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5789996184456364867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5789996184456364867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5789996184456364867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9098444are-you.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9098444/are-you-more-creative-or-logical'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-4095209994417855086</id><published>2009-04-09T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:46:34.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9114465/what-is-your-style</title><content type='html'>yoo are what yoo want to be.. yoo say and do what yoo want to. yoo dont follow what other people do. Thats ight ight:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-4095209994417855086?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4095209994417855086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=4095209994417855086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4095209994417855086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4095209994417855086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9114465what-is.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9114465/what-is-your-style'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5353530832675944524</id><published>2009-04-09T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:44:33.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9143455/whats-your-best-quality</title><content type='html'>your quality is being nice you are always there to cheer people up and your just plain nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5353530832675944524?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5353530832675944524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5353530832675944524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5353530832675944524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5353530832675944524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwwwquizillacomquizzes9143455whats.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9143455/whats-your-best-quality'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3764629020072501328</id><published>2009-04-09T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:36:02.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9210564/does-he-deserve-you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/I/IL/ILO/ILOVEGOD17/1239195727_8570_full.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course he deserves you! He is such a gentleman that respects you and your family. He is so nice and when you get a guy like this, don't let go. He won't hurt you. He really really likes you and he would do anything to be with you. He never wants to sleep without fixing the fight(if you had one) ;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3764629020072501328?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3764629020072501328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3764629020072501328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3764629020072501328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3764629020072501328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-course-he-deserves-you-he-is-such.html' title='http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/9210564/does-he-deserve-you'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-4774434359926504163</id><published>2009-04-09T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:27:35.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTI4MzQxNTAwNSZwdD*xMjM5MjgzNjM*OTIxJnA9MTM*ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPWFlMWYyMTc*MjI4NTRkYjQ5MGI1OWQ5Y2JlMjkwY2I3.gif" /&gt;					&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://macromedia.com/cabs/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="250" height="250"&gt; 						&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quizilla.com/templates/QZ2/media/swf/quidget.swf?q_id=9210564&amp;q_type=quizzes" /&gt; 						&lt;param name="name" value="Quidget" /&gt; 						&lt;param name="id" value="Quidget" /&gt; 						&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; 						&lt;embed src="http://www.quizilla.com/templates/QZ2/media/swf/quidget.swf?q_id=9210564&amp;q_type=quizzes" AllowScriptAccess="always" quality="high" width="250" height="250" id="Quidget" name="Quidget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt; 					&lt;/object&gt; 				&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-4774434359926504163?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4774434359926504163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=4774434359926504163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4774434359926504163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4774434359926504163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-213743479495966011</id><published>2009-03-31T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:42:35.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>— Bob Marley (via megamazing) (via crazybeautiful) (via bon-bon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://endosymbiotic.tumblr.com/post/89152107/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or-her-only&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/528936780965345011-213743479495966011?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/213743479495966011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=213743479495966011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/213743479495966011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/213743479495966011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-marley-via-megamazing-via.html' title='— Bob Marley (via megamazing) (via crazybeautiful) (via bon-bon)'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6170812201262148490</id><published>2009-01-18T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:10:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://blogof.francescomugnai.com/2008/09/the-20-most-creative-resumes-ive-seen-in-a-long-time-pure-inspiration/</title><content type='html'>http://blogof.francescomugnai.com/2008/09/the-20-most-creative-resumes-ive-seen-in-a-long-time-pure-inspiration/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6170812201262148490?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6170812201262148490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6170812201262148490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6170812201262148490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6170812201262148490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpblogoffrancescomugnaicom200809the.html' title='http://blogof.francescomugnai.com/2008/09/the-20-most-creative-resumes-ive-seen-in-a-long-time-pure-inspiration/'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-9110237886339652261</id><published>2009-01-04T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:03:49.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vow: ..for as long as we both shall live</title><content type='html'>i have attended quite a number of weddings over the years. for some, i was a part of the entourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way back, i used to go and gate crash weddings with 2 of my closest friends at the cathedral near our school. well i have always been fond of watching the bride march down that aisle. the weird thing is that, i have this overwhelming feeling every time the bride starts to walk down and then all of a sudden i would feel a lump on my throat and tears end up to stroll down my cheeks. i can't help it. it just happens automatically. i feel embarassed, but what can i do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just arrived form makati. my friend, audrey, got married and i've attended her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, when she walked down the aisle, i was about to cry. tears have regrouped already, good thing i was able to control and stop my weirdness. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the highlights of it all was the wedding vows the bride and groom had. then i remembered the wedding vow of edward and bella {twilight characters}. the lines are not that much precise in my mind, but i remember that instead of having the "till death do we part" part they changed it to "for as long as be both shall live". and from that moment, i know and am decided that that line is what i will be using on the day i will be starting to spend the rest of my life with micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, every girl dreams of having a perfect wedding. having that fairy tale type of wedding. well i do. but i wasn't dreaming of a cinderella type of wedding. first, it would be the best wedding if the guy who would be waiting at the end of th altar is micah. well, i do know he is the one and i thank God for that. there are lots of things i would want for my wedding. but i wouldn't want to plan on that yet. what i would do now is spend each day at a time and enjoy. when that time comes, i would be very much thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like what the priest said, when i get married i would make sure that i will be married with micah and with God. because i know, that to have a successful marriage, you should have God in between you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, im kinda sleepy again. though i know i won't sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will have to end this things and get back to my one tree hill season 5 marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people! or i may say, good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxohashoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-9110237886339652261?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/9110237886339652261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=9110237886339652261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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 -  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;january&lt;/span&gt; 02, 2009 --- 3:34 am&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the second day of the 2009! can you believe it?! its 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the year 2006 has ended. it was s year full of anticipations, expectations, and, of course,\ some disappointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was thinking of jotting down my year's resolution. however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided not to. one, is because most of my plan turn out to repel from me. and going with the flow of life is better. BUT with a little planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to be easy going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; all that, but we still have to make some minimal planning right? setting priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the year that had passed had been great for me. not that i lose weight, got rich, and whatever the could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beens&lt;/span&gt;. i am just glad the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; spent the 366 days of 08 well. thanks to the people who have made those days memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, during 08 i have also had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;losts&lt;/span&gt;. several people have gone and moved to a new comfortable environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 have been kind of a roller coaster ride at time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;jan - aunt emy was home and we had filipino style of handa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feb - heart's day was spent well, since meow came, thou if im not mistaken a day after the gloriette bombing happen. am i right? and then we had our batangas outing with my office friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mar - micah and i spent our 1st year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aug - most anticipated date for me. twas 08-08-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sept - micah's bday was spent great, and i assume he had a blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nov - my day was great! had to spend the eve of my day with my office friends, the day of my bday was spent with my college friends, and the day after my bday was spent with my scond family., watched twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dec - moda came, there lots of dinners, occasion, and all other types of parties. after 4 years, we were able to spend christmas again together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are lots of things i am grateful for, for the end of 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i have been praying that mama gets to find the person who would make her happy, and she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i have been praying that mama gets to be ok with the fact that micah is the last person i will love for the rest of my life, and i assume that it's how it is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my mama comes home after almost 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. all my love ones are still in good health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then im kinda sleepy already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll just have to continue my list. ayt?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna try to go on and write my life eveyrday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for now all i can say is that i wish everyone a prosperous and easy handled year 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href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-2009.html' title='2008  -  2009'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-7539121142488043769</id><published>2008-11-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:02:29.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Of These Paths Would You Choose?</title><content type='html'>http://funnbee.info/2008/09/which-of-these-paths-would-you-choose.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-7539121142488043769?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5076419531892712904</id><published>2008-10-21T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:47:35.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all nice girls out there.,.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;one interesting write-up that i got from my guy's &lt;a href="http://rhebasthoughts.blog.friendster.com/2006/07/this-is-for-the-nice-girls/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a tribute to you all.To the nice girls who are &lt;strong&gt;overlooked&lt;/strong&gt;,who &lt;strong&gt;become friends and nothing more&lt;/strong&gt;,who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong.This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date,who don’t want to play mind games,who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times.This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either,for the girls who &lt;em&gt;flirt&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;laugh &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;worry &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;u&gt;obsess&lt;/u&gt; over the &lt;strong&gt;slightest glance&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt;whisper&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;touch&lt;/strong&gt;,because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe…&lt;strong&gt;maybe this time he’ll have understood&lt;/strong&gt;.This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often,who are comfortable in skirts and &lt;strong&gt;sweats &lt;/strong&gt;and combat boots,who &lt;strong&gt;care more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention&lt;/strong&gt;.This is for those girls who have been in the trenches,who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice,from"there are plenty of fish in the sea,"to"time heals all wounds."This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are,who know that they deserve better,who are seeking to find it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is for the girls who have left &lt;strong&gt;sad song lyrics&lt;/strong&gt; in their away messages,who have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,who have &lt;strong&gt;time and time again dropped their male friend &lt;em&gt;hint after hint after hint &lt;/em&gt;only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt&lt;/strong&gt;.This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty,who have &lt;strong&gt;been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;,who have ever been told &lt;strong&gt;they are only wanted as a friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is for the girls who &lt;strong&gt;have to pretend it doesn’t hurt&lt;/strong&gt; because she knows that even though her friends say"you’re better off without him"or"he doesn’t deserve you",she knows that their words were from the heart,but they don’t mend hers.This is for the girl who &lt;strong&gt;poured her heart into something hoping he’d realize how much he meant to her&lt;/strong&gt; and how much she meant to him,only to discover that &lt;em&gt;she meant nothing to him all along&lt;/em&gt;.This is for the girl who had followed her heart,threw away her inhibitions,thought she had triumphed over all the obstacles,only to find out that her Prince Charming had returned to his"ex-princess".This is for &lt;u&gt;all the nights she listened to &lt;em&gt;every &lt;strong&gt;song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they heard together&lt;/u&gt;,replayed all the times he told her he loved her,&lt;u&gt;looked at &lt;strong&gt;every picture&lt;/strong&gt; they had together&lt;/u&gt;,and thought if only she could figure out the exact moment she lost him.This is for all the times she had told herself to &lt;strong&gt;be strong and Let It Go&lt;/strong&gt;,only to find herself calling her bestfriend at three in the morning to tell her she thinks she’s going crazy because &lt;em&gt;he won’t get out of her mind&lt;/em&gt;.This is for all the bestfriends who never faltered to try and pick up their friends from off the floor to give them a hug they know they need.This is for the countless nights they stayed up together trying to find an explanation for a"true love"gone wrong.This is for how bad it hurt coming up with no conclusion. &lt;p&gt;This is for the girl who &lt;strong&gt;swore to never let anyone hurt her that bad again&lt;/strong&gt;,only to &lt;strong&gt;find herself falling for someone who poured salt on that wound&lt;/strong&gt;.For the girl who needed someone there for her after a bad break up,only to discover that months into it,he had hurt her and used her more than she had been with the previous.This is for the girl who gets called his"true love"on the phone,his"future wife"to her family,and &lt;u&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;just a friend&lt;/strong&gt;" to his &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;other girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.This is for the many times he had walked back into her life and left,just as quick.This is for &lt;strong&gt;the girl who &lt;u&gt;took a risk on the guy&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;em&gt;swore they were special&lt;/em&gt;,gave herself to him,and &lt;u&gt;was left with nothing more than bruises&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This one’s for the girls who you can take home to mom,but won’t because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship;this is for the girls who &lt;strong&gt;have been led on by &lt;u&gt;words and kisses and touches&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,all of which were either &lt;u&gt;only true for the moment&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;em&gt;or never real to begin with&lt;/em&gt;.This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed,only to discover that he’s just not ready,he’s just not over his ex,he’s just not looking to be tied down;this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it’s easier to believe that it’s not that they don’t want you,it’s that they don’t want anyone.This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place;this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech,for the nights when you’ve returned home alone,for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close,or standing a little too near,or talking a little too softly for the girl he’s with to be a random hookup.This is for the girls who have &lt;strong&gt;endured party after party in his presence,&lt;/strong&gt;finally having realized that&lt;strong&gt; it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship:it was that he didn’t want you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I honor you for the night his friend died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him,thinking that if you only comforted him just right,or said the right words,or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize what it was that he already had.This is for the night you &lt;strong&gt;realized that it would never happen&lt;/strong&gt;,and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.This is for the"I really like you,so let’s still be friends"comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended;this is for never realizing that when you choose friends,you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends,for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy;this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears,knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.This is for the &lt;strong&gt;girls who have been used and abused&lt;/strong&gt;,who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something;this is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing,though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted.This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more:for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more,because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I feel your pain girls.. Because I myself, are one of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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/528936780965345011-5076419531892712904?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5076419531892712904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5076419531892712904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5076419531892712904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5076419531892712904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-all-nice-girls-out-there.html' title='for all nice girls out there.,.'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6757872975901373247</id><published>2008-08-08T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:20:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o8.o8.o8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;december 29, 2006 - 588days (1yr.7mons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;march 08, 2007 - 519days (1yr.5mons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;approximately 588 days ago, i met up with this guy - my best friend's friend. it was one of the random impulsive acts i did commit. my impulse, my besf friend said, is my bad habbit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we have been exchanging messages for a couple a days prior to that meet up. i wasn't with any body, at that time, and no one has been consuming my time, so i decided to consume my time texting with this guy. harmless fun right? after our meet-up, everything felt indifferent. that's what i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i started exchanging messages with this guy, knowing the guy that he was, i made my best friend promise that she would remind me to just play his game. i knew a lot of things about him even before we met, so i am pretty much informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly, my time-consuming-tactic didn't serve its purpose. little did i know that constant exchange of messages would put me to a place i never thought i would be; to a state i never thought i would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yes, i fell for the trap that he made. i started to like him and then 69days(2mons.8days) after, we were official. [dated march 08 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the first month of our relationship, i still was unsure of how i felt. maybe because i also was unsure how he really felt. i have been in a state of sorrow for a number of time already, and i think it's but natural to be cautious the next time we give our heart to someone right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it did matter, but somehow he made it a way that i ended up taking a chance and gave him my heart. (ewww corny noh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we are still together and getting stronger! (though he just pissed me off really bad hours ago!! haaay micah! nakakainis ka tlga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect relationship in non-existent in this world, neither in this universe. so basically, we are normal! it is but normal to have some petty quarrels, but mind you, the time i have been sooooo happy with him is countless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with him i can be me. with me he can be hiself. no pretentions. just plain ourselves. no need to please the other. no need to change ourselves for the acceptance of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would feel the way i am feeling i about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started blogginh as an outlet of my negative emotions. i have loved writing, and whenever i felt sad, i do write. i remeber writing after i had a fun weekend with micah, and this guy did place a comment on that certain post. he said "don't we just love the unexpected?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a great feeling to know that you fall for the most unexpected person. and you fall hard big time!!! and even though he easily knows how to get into my nerves, i just love him the way that he is. i love everything about him - from his silliness to how serious he can get when i upset him; from his sweetness to how he tends to forget me when he's with his pals; from how patient he is when i piss him off; from all the good things i love about him to the worst things he does that really upsets me. i just love the whole package (the tiny package that he is! hahaha! jowke lang meow!). and it feels so good to love and be loved by him. and i thank him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is august 08. 2008. we had a plan for this day.. too bad it didn't go well.. next time huh? this day does happend once in a century.. too bad we weren't able to make is a memorable day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am just greatful to have met micah. the person i am willing to spend the rest of my life with. [i am willing to start to spend the rest of my life with supposedly today..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy monthsary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveyousomuchmicahregala! mmmuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hashalene ostonal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6757872975901373247?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6757872975901373247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6757872975901373247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6757872975901373247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6757872975901373247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/08/o8o8o8.html' title='o8.o8.o8'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6328251322781634139</id><published>2008-08-07T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:30:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Eyes-Dont-Lie---Reading-People-By-Eye-Movements&amp;id=802751</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your eyes will position themselves according to the thoughts that are in your head. By watching your eyes other people can often tell what you are thinking and if you are lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Professional poker players know that your eyes can be a dead giveaway. Most professional players are very good at reading body language and are keen at reading them. They also tend to wear sunglasses, ball-caps and other accessories on their faces to hide their eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The behavior of the eyes is fairly predictable, someone will make eye contact with you and during the conversation they take a moment to think. For this brief moment while they access information in their brain, and their eyes will move to a predictable position. Here are what the different positions mean:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eyes in the Upper Right (1st person upper-left) - When someone moves their eyes up and right it means that they are accessing the visual part of their memory. In this person's head they are visualizing objects, colors, movements, and other visual information that pertains to your conversation. If you want to see someone do this a good question to ask them is, "what color is your car?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eyes to the Middle Right (1st person left) - Moving the eyes directly to the right is a sign that they are accessing the auditory part of their memory. The person could be remembering a song, the sound of a voice, or a particular noise. If you ask someone to think about the sound of their alarm clock they should look to the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eyes Down and Right (1st person down-left) - Someone that is talking to themselves or thinking about what they are about to say next will look down and to the right. Ask someone how a conversation went and they will look down and to the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eyes Up and Left (1st person up-right) - Looking up and to the left allows someone to access the visual part of their imagination. This person is constructing a picture in their head. If you ask someone to imagine a green sky with red clouds they should look up and to the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eyes to the Middle Left (1st person right) - A person looking directly to the left is constructing sounds in their head. They may be imagining what an unheard voice sounds like, or putting together a new melody. Ask someone to image the sound of a car horn underwater and they will likely look to the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eyes Down and Left (1st person down-right) - When thinking about their feelings someone will look down and left. Often when people say "I feel..." They will glance down and left, and you can know they are actually thinking about how they feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To detect someone that is lying it is important to understand how their eyes move normally and then take notice when the behavior of these changes. For instance your friend is telling you about his recent vacation and is looking up-right while describing the hotel and the places he visited. Suddenly his eyes move to the upper left and he tells you about this girl that he met while he was there. There is a very good chance that he is lying about the girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people have become good at lying by learning to mask the signals of a lie. If you watch their eyes, they will likely maintain eye contact while telling a lie, or will shift them away from you. Once again, notice how they were moving them when they were telling the truth and then compare this to when you think they are lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Knowing how read people's eyes can be a huge asset when communicating in person. You will know instantly when someone is lying and will be able to catch them before it slips by.&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/528936780965345011-6328251322781634139?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6328251322781634139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6328251322781634139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6328251322781634139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6328251322781634139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpezinearticlescomthe-eyes-dont-lie.html' title='http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Eyes-Dont-Lie---Reading-People-By-Eye-Movements&amp;id=802751'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-1931674175464893934</id><published>2008-08-07T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:25:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://ezinearticles.com/?Signs-of-Infidelity---Detect-Lies-Through-His-Body-Language&amp;id=1322524</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lying is one of the top signs of infidelity. Even if lying doesn't always mean cheating, it is not possible for someone to cheat without lying to his partner. You are tired of his lies, but he seems to be good at coming up with excuses after excuses to keep you from finding out about his extra activity, but can he hide and fake his body language? You have probably heard that you should not accuse your spouse of cheating before finding a hard proof evidence. But...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you too busy looking for hard proof evidence - NOT paying enough attention to behavioral signs of infidelity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, here are some actions and movements to watch out for that signal the sign he is lying to you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. He maintains eye contact a little too much. Obviously a cheater knows avoiding eye contact can show signs of infidelity - so to counter this he will look and stare at your eyes to fake sincerity. Good thing is he will do this a little too much, because it's not natural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. On the contrary, he may just be an amateur cheater, and will actually avoid eye contact with you. Maybe this is the first time he is attempting to lie, or he is not used to lie to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. He keeps on touching his nose. Research discovered that when a person tells a lie tissues inside their nose swell (So there are some truths in Pinocchio eh?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. He touches his earlobes or behind his ear. This is also a body language give away that many are not aware of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. He gives too much information when asked a simple question. He would try to make a perfect crime by not leaving holes and gaps in his story - little does he know it is giving away even more signs of infidelity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Repeating your question in his answers may also be a sign. Example: when asked "Are you cheating on me?" he would answer "No I am NOT cheating on you". This can be because he is trying to again, buy time so that he can think of other stories in his head whilst lying to you at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. He stutters or stumble upon words. He realizes when he makes mistake in his story or when his story does not add up before you do - and he will try to cover it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. He is speaking a little faster than normal. You will know this if you know him enough. If not, start paying attention on how fast he talks compared to his normal talking speed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. He is using a lot of 'fillers' such as um, err, ah etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. His cheek turns red - or really pale.&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/528936780965345011-1931674175464893934?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1931674175464893934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=1931674175464893934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/1931674175464893934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/1931674175464893934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpezinearticlescomsigns-of-infidelity.html' title='http://ezinearticles.com/?Signs-of-Infidelity---Detect-Lies-Through-His-Body-Language&amp;id=1322524'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5057204180967326141</id><published>2008-05-10T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:37:41.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Means</title><content type='html'>A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8 (Yes Rebecca, I agree.)&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Booby, is it something like, "It is more fun to give than to receive'?)&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 (Great advise!)&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 (Isn't that called unconditional love?)&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 (Great advise, Jessica!)&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, I just helped him cry."&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, God bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing this day! And may their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with you.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5057204180967326141?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5057204180967326141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5057204180967326141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5057204180967326141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5057204180967326141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-love-means.html' title='What Love Means'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-574583214708272355</id><published>2008-01-24T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:44:34.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-six things a perfect guy would do, and other propaganda disseminated by misguided women.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone recently sent me an email titled &lt;i&gt;26 things a perfect guy would do&lt;/i&gt;. I thought "hmm, nobody could possibly send me anything so stupid, it can't possibly be as dumb as it sounds." I stand corrected. The email was just as advertised: a wish list of how women supposedly want men to act, as if men in this country weren't already an episode of &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt; away from turning into giant walking vaginas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never thought I'd ever read anything that would induce my gag reflex so quickly, and this is after having read the details of an anal prolapse that a friend sent me tonight. Here is the abridged list (because the full list might literally cause you to barf on your keyboard, and frankly, it's not worth reading), followed by my response to each "thing" that a "perfect guy would do:" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Know how to make you smile when you are down!&lt;br /&gt;When will women realize that they don't live on the set of a romantic comedy? Unless making you smile involves me playing video games while you cook me a steak, you're in for a disappointment. You don't think guys ever feel "down?" The door swings both ways, bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but you always notice.&lt;br /&gt;What? Why the hell would I want to smell a woman's hair? It smells bad enough with all the sprays and perfume they use. Enough with the conditioners, sprays, and cream already; that shit makes my eyes water. What the hell is conditioner anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Stick up for you, but still respects your independence.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: bail you out when you  fail at life, but never bring it up during conversations. &lt;!--The only sticking up I'll do for a woman if she's getting mugged is hiding in the car with the doors locked.--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Give you the remote control during the game.&lt;br /&gt;This one is inherently stupid because it implies that all guys like to watch "the game." Since I'd rather be shot in the chest with projectile diarrhea than watch "the game," I'll assume the author meant something worthy of watching, such as &lt;i&gt;Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy&lt;/i&gt;, in which case you need to put the bitch down if she touches your remote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Come up behind you and put his arms around you.&lt;br /&gt;LAME. Who has time for this? Sounds like something out of a herpes commercial where some lady is rock climbing or doing something else which symbolizes her independence, then out of nowhere she blurts out "I HAVE HERPES." The music gets all serious and you hear a voice over "...there is no cure," cue inspirational music "but treatment is available." Then it cuts to a shot of the bitch on a beach and a guy runs up behind her and puts his arms around her. Good job dumbass, you're dating a skank with herpes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Again with the hair?  Women never play with the hair on my back, why the double standard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. His hands always find yours.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those things women read and say "AWW HOW ROMANTIC." I have news for you: holding hands is stupid. Women don't know the first thing about being romantic. Only lesbians hold hands anyway; allow me to explain. The only time it's acceptable to hold hands with anyone is if you're at a peace vigil. Guys don't go to peace vigils, period. If you do, you have to surrender your balls and get a sex transplant because you're a bitch; in either case, you're a woman, and when two women hold hands it can only lead to one thing as far as I'm concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Be cute when he really wants something.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.  When I want something, I yell.  If she can't hear me  in the kitchen, sometimes I'll threaten beatings if I'm sober. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Offer you plenty of massages.&lt;br /&gt;For your boobs maybe.  I happen to have the uncanny ability to massage breasts.  With my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Dance with you, even if he feels like a dork.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it: there are few things in this world more stupid than dancing. Except break dancing, which pirates and lumber jacks would agree is awesome. Other than that, dancing makes me envy cripples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. React so cutely when you hit him and it actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what pisses me off about women: they expect special treatment at their discretion. They want equal rights, equal pay, and equal treatment for everything EXCEPT when it comes to shit like this, then they want you to "react cutely" instead of, say, putting them in a head lock and making them eat ants and/or spiders while you give them carpet burn. Why don't women react "cutely" when men hit them for a change? Oops, I forgot, that's domestic abuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. Drive 5 hours just to see you for 1.&lt;br /&gt;Any guy who would drive five hours just to see a chick for one is an asshole. If every guy drove around for five hours just to spend one with their girlfriend, we'd fill up the air with so much pollution that we'd all choke on the exhaust, get cancer, and then bake under the sun while our lungs rupture and we slowly die from internal bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. Stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;You stupid attention seeking whore, just buy the bitch a mirror, because apparently she thinks that you don't have anything better to do than to sit around and stare at her. If women ran the world, we'd still be searching for the wheel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. Call for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, this one belongs on the list of "Twenty-six things women do that piss men off because they need to fill their otherwise vapid lives with something to make them feel like they have a purpose for existing as they eventually realize that they're pissing their youth away on stupid bullshit like fashion trends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't go on, I'm going to go do something less painful like stick my dick in the oven. &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/528936780965345011-574583214708272355?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/574583214708272355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-7093082701088919523</id><published>2008-01-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:46:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a real boyfriend</title><content type='html'>when she walks away from you mad,&lt;br /&gt;follow her.&lt;br /&gt;when she stares at your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;when she pushes you or hits you,&lt;br /&gt;grab her and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;when she starts cursing at you,&lt;br /&gt;kiss her and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;when she's quiet, ask her what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;when she ignores you, give her your attention.&lt;br /&gt;when she pulls away, pull her back.&lt;br /&gt;when you see her at her worst,&lt;br /&gt;tell her she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;when you see her start crying,&lt;br /&gt;just hold&lt;br /&gt;her and don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;when you see her walking,&lt;br /&gt;sneak up and hug her waist from behind.&lt;br /&gt;when she's scared, protect her.&lt;br /&gt;when she lays her head on your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;tilt her head up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;when she steals your favorite hat,&lt;br /&gt;let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.&lt;br /&gt;when she teases you,&lt;br /&gt;tease her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;when she doesn't answer for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;reassure her that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;when she looks at you with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;back yourself up with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;when she says that she likes you,&lt;br /&gt;she really does more than you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;when she grabs at your hands,&lt;br /&gt;hold her and play with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;when she bumps into you,&lt;br /&gt;bump back into her and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;when she tells you a secret,&lt;br /&gt;keep it safe and untold.&lt;br /&gt;when she looks at you in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;don't look away until she does.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE MISSES YOU,&lt;br /&gt;she's hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;when she reposts this bulletin,&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to read it.&lt;br /&gt;stay on the phone with her even if&lt;br /&gt;she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;when she's mad, hug her tight and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;when she says she's okay,&lt;br /&gt;don't believe it and talk with her...&lt;br /&gt;because 10 years later she'll remember you.&lt;br /&gt;call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;call her before you sleep and after you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;watch her favorite movie with her or her&lt;br /&gt;favorite show even if you think it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;when she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;when she runs up at you crying,&lt;br /&gt;the first thing you says is;&lt;br /&gt;"who's ass am i kicking baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do post this in the next four&lt;br /&gt;minutes the one you love will:&lt;br /&gt;call you&lt;br /&gt;kiss you&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;br /&gt;text you&lt;br /&gt;hug you and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;guys post as: "i'd be this boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;girls post as: "a real boyfriend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-7093082701088919523?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7093082701088919523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=7093082701088919523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7093082701088919523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7093082701088919523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-boyfriend.html' title='a real boyfriend'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Here's a list of women with traits you should actively look for and that would make any guy happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sweet is a woman who's positive, content with her life, always upbeat and just a blast to be around. She's a genuine person without a Smiley bone in her body. She's always truly happy to see you and you find yourself looking forward to spending time with her. Miss Sweets are usually snapped up out of the dating market right away, so they're pretty rare. But if you can find one, you've got a real treasure on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Equality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of woman is a true feminist not one of the radical man-haters, or the hypocritical pseudo-feminists who think that equality means "I demand equal rights and an equal salary, but a man still has to pay for me." The Miss Equalitys of the world genuinely like men, and understand that equality means equality across the board, from holding the door open to fighting on the front lines. They believe that a relationship should be a 50/50 partnership, and are more than willing to shoulder their half of the the responsibilities and dating expenses just because it's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be so lucky to encounter one of these! Miss Sexual loves men and loves sex and makes no bones about it. She's not selling it, she's not using it as a tool to manipulate men she just naturally craves it. Miss Sexual is not to be confused with a nymphomaniac, who suffers from psychological problems rather, she has somehow bypassed the female societal training of auctioning off the use of her vagina to the highest bidder. For this reason, most other women hate her, because she's giving it away free of charge. But men love her because she's a free spirit who's actually honest about her sex drive. Very rare, but worth searching the ends of the earth for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closely aligned with Miss Sweet, Miss Best Friend is another joy to be around. She's the kind of woman you're totally in sync with you like the same things, watch the same TV shows, enjoy going to the same places. You can spend five minutes with her and think you've known her for years. She's always on your side, laughs at all your jokes and calls you just to say "hi" because she genuinely misses you. She's great just to hang with. A word of warning, though with Miss Best Friend, you have to make your sexual interest known from day one because if she gets it into her head that you are going to be "just friends," it's almost impossible to change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Straightforward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of woman who knows how to communicate . With Miss Straightforward, there are no games, no expecting men to be mind readers, no behavior based on ridiculous, female-biased advice from articles in Cosmo or The Rules. Miss Straightforward will pick up the phone and ask you out. She will do what she says she will do not say one thing and do just the opposite. Although she may be blunt at times, at least you'll know where you stand and you'll never have to spend hours trying to decode contradictory or emotion-based female behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good woman to find if you don't have a lot of time to invest in a relationship or you're the type of guy who needs a lot of space. Miss Independent has a real life of her own and is happily going in her own positive direction. She's the type who wants a man in her life, but doesn't need a man in her life. And she certainly isn't looking for men to solve all her problems or blame when things don't go her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss No Pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many women are chomping at the bit to get married, Miss No Pressure hasn't fallen prey to any such agenda. She's happy just to be with you. So you don't get any "Where is our relationship going?" or hint-dropping about the future or window-shopping at the jewelry store. She may want to get married at some point, but she's in no hurry she thinks that if it happens, it will just happen naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Secure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Secure accepts herself as she is and is comfortable with her good points, as well as her bad. And she feels the same about you. Miss Secure doesn't need constant attention to shore up a sagging ego, has tons of self-esteem and is always going in her own positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Personality is a great find. She might not be up for first prize in a beauty contest (although she could be), but her intelligence, wit and sparkling presence just light up the room, and she draws people like a magnet. Her personality is so charming that it easily overcomes any deficiencies she might have in the looks department, just because she's so great to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Low Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rarest of the rare, Miss Low Maintenance is the most atypical of modern women. She really doesn't care about how much money you have she just likes you for yourself and not for what she can take from you. She's likely to be a true feminist, and will gladly pay her share of the dating expenses. If you can find a Miss Low Maintenance, hang on to her for dear life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Right For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of guys choose women who are "arm candy" good-looking trophy girlfriends who bolster their status among other men or counteract their own insecurities. That's all well and good, but if you find a woman who makes you happy, regardless of looks, age or social status or what any other guy thinks then you have definitely won at the mating game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-8425246515353757312?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8425246515353757312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=8425246515353757312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/8425246515353757312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/8425246515353757312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/11/types-of-woman.html' title='types of woman'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-449921629861165198</id><published>2007-11-12T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:51:56.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there would come a time where the truth ought to beat the hell out of us that we tend to fear reality and ease the pain of living a blind and folly world.. we choose not to hear the truth because we fear losing something that has&lt;br /&gt;become the most important part of our being. and when we lose this part, we lose ourself. shit. why do we have to lose a part of ourselves when it should exclusively belong to us and us alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,,, it takes tons of guts to hear the truth and face it. hear it and wait for what it has for us. but it would be better to know the truth than live in deception..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should never have ill feeling against the person who have hurt us. i have once read from a message forwarded to me, it is no ones responsibility to make us happy. damn. sad but true. the pain is how we react to what other do to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not making any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whetever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to pour out whatever thoughts i have in my mind. would it lessen what i feel? i dont know. i am unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hurts the most? a down slope or a free fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be strong? should i be strong enough to hold on to someone who, with what i see, wants to let me go. or is my paranoia confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to know that truth. i decided to.... 2bc&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/528936780965345011-449921629861165198?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/449921629861165198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=449921629861165198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/449921629861165198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/449921629861165198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-hurts.html' title='truth hurts'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5425821616536628836</id><published>2007-11-11T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:52:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hard to be in a situation where you are unsure of where you stand. you are unsure you are being wanted or not. it's hard being in an unpredictable situation. to not know if you should stay or if you should leave. and perhaps the hardest part of not knowing is that you know that when you do leave, the pain of your departure would bring so much pain, and that the one you'll leave behind would not even notice your departure. dame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. im in the middle of something i am not sure of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if given an option, i'd rather stay.. but what if, the other one wants your absence more than your presence.. would you still stay? it's hard to hold on to the hands that wants to let you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my paranoia at an active stage or is it just my intuition that's bringing me into such confusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao..&lt;br /&gt;tiredandpretty&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/528936780965345011-5425821616536628836?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5425821616536628836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5425821616536628836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5425821616536628836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5425821616536628836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-between.html' title='in between'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6539109349099274839</id><published>2007-10-23T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:56:11.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wut my birthmonth says about me</title><content type='html'>JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and serious&lt;br /&gt;Loves to teach and be taught&lt;br /&gt;Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking and productive&lt;br /&gt;Smart, neat and organized&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and has deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make others happy&lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;br /&gt;Rather reserved&lt;br /&gt;Highly attentive&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds&lt;br /&gt;Romantic but has difficulties expressing love&lt;br /&gt;Loves children&lt;br /&gt;Homely person&lt;br /&gt;Loyal&lt;br /&gt;Needs to improve social abilities&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Loves reality and abstract&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;Loves freedom&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious when restricted&lt;br /&gt;Loves aggressiveness&lt;br /&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Showing anger easily&lt;br /&gt;Dislike unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it&lt;br /&gt;Daring and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Realizng dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;Learns to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate&lt;br /&gt;Shy and reserved&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Loves peace and serenity&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;br /&gt;Loves to serve others&lt;br /&gt;Not easily angered&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness&lt;br /&gt;Observant and assess others&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize&lt;br /&gt;Loves travelling&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Hasty decisions in choosing partners&lt;br /&gt;Loves home decors&lt;br /&gt;Musically talented&lt;br /&gt;Loves special things&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic&lt;br /&gt;Decisive and hasteful but tends to regret&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and affectionate to oneself&lt;br /&gt;Strong mentality&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Diplomatic&lt;br /&gt;Consoling&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and solves people's problems&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Suave and generous&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful&lt;br /&gt;Agressive&lt;br /&gt;Hasty&lt;br /&gt;Good memory&lt;br /&gt;Moving&lt;br /&gt;Motivate oneself and the others&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually of the head and chest&lt;br /&gt;Easily get too jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Strong-willed and highly motivated&lt;br /&gt;Sharp thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Easily angered&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Deep feelings&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;Firm standpoint&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled&lt;br /&gt;Systematic (left brain)&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream&lt;br /&gt;Strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck&lt;br /&gt;Good imagination&lt;br /&gt;Good debating skills&lt;br /&gt;Good physical&lt;br /&gt;Weak breathing&lt;br /&gt;Loves literature and the arts&lt;br /&gt;Loves travelling&lt;br /&gt;Dislike being at home&lt;br /&gt;Restless&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;High spirited&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced by kindness&lt;br /&gt;Polite and soft-spoken&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Active mind&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating&lt;br /&gt;Tends to delay&lt;br /&gt;Choosy and always wants the best&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Funny and humorous&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Good debating skills&lt;br /&gt;Talkative&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make friends&lt;br /&gt;Abiding&lt;br /&gt;Able to show character&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Prone to getting colds&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dress up&lt;br /&gt;Easily bored&lt;br /&gt;Fussy&lt;br /&gt;Seldom show emotions&lt;br /&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt&lt;br /&gt;Brand conscious&lt;br /&gt;Executive&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Those who loves me are enemies&lt;br /&gt;Those who hates me are friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom and to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed&lt;br /&gt;Takes pride in oneself&lt;br /&gt;Has reputation&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled&lt;br /&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;Concern about people's feelings&lt;br /&gt;Tactful&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Approachable&lt;br /&gt;Very emotional&lt;br /&gt;Tempramental and unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Moody and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sarky&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Not revengeful&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving but never forgets&lt;br /&gt;Dislike nonsensical and unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;Guides others physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and forms impressions carefully&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and loving&lt;br /&gt;Treats others equally&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Wary and sharp&lt;br /&gt;Judge people through observations&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;No difficulties in studying&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Always broods about the past and the old friends&lt;br /&gt;Likes to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;Homely person&lt;br /&gt;Waits for friends&lt;br /&gt;Never looks for friends&lt;br /&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked&lt;br /&gt;Prone to having stomach and dieting problems&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but takes long to recover&lt;br /&gt;Overly concerned&lt;br /&gt;Puts in effort in work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Attractive&lt;br /&gt;Suave and caring&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless&lt;br /&gt;Firm and has leadership qualities&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to console others&lt;br /&gt;Too generous and egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Taked high pride of oneself&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for praises&lt;br /&gt;Extraodinary spirit&lt;br /&gt;Easily angered&lt;br /&gt;Angry when provoked&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;Observant&lt;br /&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Thinks quickly&lt;br /&gt;Independent thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Loves to lead and to be led&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream&lt;br /&gt;Talented in the arts, music and defence&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive but not petty&lt;br /&gt;Poor resistance against illnesses&lt;br /&gt;Learns to relax&lt;br /&gt;Hasty and rushy&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Loves to make friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising&lt;br /&gt;Careful, cautious and organised&lt;br /&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but able to talk well&lt;br /&gt;Calm and cool&lt;br /&gt;Kind and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Concerned and detailed&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy, loyal and honest&lt;br /&gt;Does work well&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Good memory&lt;br /&gt;Clever and knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;Loves to look for information&lt;br /&gt;Must control oneself when criticising&lt;br /&gt;Able to motivate oneself&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Loves sports, leisure and travelling&lt;br /&gt;Hardly shows emotions&lt;br /&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings&lt;br /&gt;Choosy especially in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Loves wide things&lt;br /&gt;Systematic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat&lt;br /&gt;Loves those who loves him&lt;br /&gt;Loves to takes things at the centre&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and suave&lt;br /&gt;Inner and physical beauty&lt;br /&gt;Does not lie or pretend&lt;br /&gt;Sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Treats friends importantly&lt;br /&gt;Always making friends&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily&lt;br /&gt;Bad tempered&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;Seldom helps unless asked&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Very opinionated&lt;br /&gt;Does not care of what others think&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;Decisive&lt;br /&gt;Strong clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;Loves to travel, the arts and literature&lt;br /&gt;Soft-spoken, loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Touchy and easily jealous&lt;br /&gt;Concerned&lt;br /&gt;Loves outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Just and fair&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift and easily influenced&lt;br /&gt;Easily lose confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Has a lot of ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Difficult to fathom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thinks forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Unique and brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Extraodinary ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sharp thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fine and strong clairvoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Can become good doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dynamic in personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Secretive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Inquisitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Knows how to dig secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Always thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Less talkative but amiable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Brave and generous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If there is a will, there is a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Never give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hardly become angry unless provoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Loves to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thinks differently from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sharp-minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Motivates oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Does not appreciates praises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;High-spirited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Well-built and tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Deep love and emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Uncertain in relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Homely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;High abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trustworhty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Honest and keeps secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Not able to control emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic&lt;br /&gt;Active in games and interactions&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Influential in organisations&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;Loves to socialise&lt;br /&gt;Loves praises&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Honest and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Not pretending&lt;br /&gt;Short tempered&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Not egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Takes high pride in oneself&lt;br /&gt;Hates restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Logical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6539109349099274839?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6539109349099274839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6539109349099274839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Extraverted Intuition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/5.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true wordsmith - a master of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original, spontaneous, and a true inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly energetic, up for any challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining and engaging, both to friends and strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-228020025824770955?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/228020025824770955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=228020025824770955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/228020025824770955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/228020025824770955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-your-personality-cluster.html' title='What&apos;s Your Personality Cluster?'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-344866088466822701</id><published>2007-09-18T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:58:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Question Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/sp.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artisan (SP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both grounded and flexible. You adapt well to new situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are playful and free spirited - but you are also dependable and never flaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't do well in conservative, stuffy situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably very hard for you to keep a normal job or stay in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always up for fun and adventure. Most people are too boring for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take risks and bend the rules. And if things don't work out, you chock it up to life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things quickly - but you have a huge problem with commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need to make your own rules. You're best suited to be an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are animated and physical. You prefer doing something with friends to just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you tend to be buff and in good shape. Your spend more time on your body than your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you need to keep active. From cooking up a storm to running a 5K, you wear yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-344866088466822701?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/344866088466822701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=344866088466822701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/344866088466822701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/344866088466822701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/three-question-personality-test.html' title='The Three Question Personality Test'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-7694278836486001993</id><published>2007-09-13T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:59:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WOMEN SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MEN</title><content type='html'>1. If you think the way to a man's heart is through his&lt;br /&gt;      stomach you're aiming to high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Women don't make fools of men -- most of them are the&lt;br /&gt;    do-it-yourself types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. The best reason to divorce a man is a health reason:&lt;br /&gt;    you've got sick of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Never trust a man who says he's the boss at home.&lt;br /&gt;    He probably lies about other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. A woman's work that is never done, is the stuff she&lt;br /&gt;     asked her husband to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. If you want a nice man go for a bald one -- they try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Go for younger men. You might as well -- they never mature anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. There are only two four letter words that are offensive to men --&lt;br /&gt;    "don't" and "stop" (but not used together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Men are all the same -- they just have different faces&lt;br /&gt;    so you can tell them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Definition of a man with manners -- he gets out of the bath to&lt;br /&gt; pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Whenever you meet a man who would make a good husband,&lt;br /&gt;     you will usually find that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12. Scientists have just discovered something that can do&lt;br /&gt;     the work of five men -- a women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. There are a lot of words you can use to describe men -- strong,&lt;br /&gt;     caring, loving -- they'd be wrong but you could still use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. Men are like animals -- messy, insensitive and potentially&lt;br /&gt;     violent -- but they make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. Men brains are like the prison system -- not enough cells per&lt;br /&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. Husbands are like children -- they're fine if they're&lt;br /&gt;     someone else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-7694278836486001993?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7694278836486001993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=7694278836486001993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7694278836486001993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7694278836486001993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-women-should-know-about-men.html' title='WHAT WOMEN SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MEN'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3265832131326823912</id><published>2007-09-05T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:00:23.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last "I Love You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 1.3em;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:Purple;"&gt;Author: Debbi Smoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol's husband was killed in an accident last year. Jim, only&lt;br /&gt;52, was driving home from work. The other driver was a teener with a&lt;br /&gt;very high blood-alcohol level. Jim died instantly. The teenager was&lt;br /&gt;in the emergency room for less than two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other ironic twists: It was Carol's fiftieth&lt;br /&gt;birthday, and Jim had two plane tickets to Hawaii in his pocket. He&lt;br /&gt;was going to surprise her. Instead, he was killed by a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How have you survived this?" I finally asked Carol a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes welled up with tears. I thought I had said the wrong&lt;br /&gt;thing, but she gently took my hand and said, "It's all right, I want&lt;br /&gt;to tell you. The day I married Jim, I promised I would never let him&lt;br /&gt;leave the house in the morning without telling him I loved him. He&lt;br /&gt;made the same promise. It got to be a joke between us, and as babies&lt;br /&gt;came along it got to be a hard promise to keep. I remember running&lt;br /&gt;down the driveway, saying 'I love you' through teeth clenched when&lt;br /&gt;I was mad, or driving to the office to put a note in his car. It was&lt;br /&gt;a funny challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We made a lot of memories trying to say 'I love you' before&lt;br /&gt;noon every day of our married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The morning Jim died, he left a birthday card in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and slipped out to the car. I heard the engine starting. Oh no, you&lt;br /&gt;don't buster, I thought. I raced out and banged on the car window&lt;br /&gt;until he rolled it down. 'Here on my fiftieth birthday, Mr. James&lt;br /&gt;E. Garret, I, Carol Garret, want to go on record as saying I love&lt;br /&gt;you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's how I survived. Knowing that the last words I said&lt;br /&gt;to Jim were, 'I LOVE YOU!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3265832131326823912?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3265832131326823912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3265832131326823912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3265832131326823912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3265832131326823912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-i-love-you.html' title='The Last &quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5367454217206046082</id><published>2007-09-05T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:01:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enhancing Relationships</title><content type='html'>TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose&lt;br /&gt;number it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my&lt;br /&gt;leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman."&lt;br /&gt;The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed&lt;br /&gt;suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5367454217206046082?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5367454217206046082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5367454217206046082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5367454217206046082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5367454217206046082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/enhancing-relationships.html' title='Enhancing Relationships'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6047640285632333360</id><published>2007-09-05T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:01:55.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Habits of A Loving Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Alanna Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance is a way to express your love, the icing on the cake... but don't wait for special occasions to express your love. Make sure that you nurture your loving relationship by practicing these basic habits in your day-to-day life. These may seem very basic, but how many do you do? Don't despair... it's never too late to adopt good, loving habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Say 'I Love You' at least once a day. Your partner does need to hear the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss good-bye and hello. Throw in a hug while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Date' your partner for the rest of your lives. Treat your partner even better than when you were dating... Remember that you are sweethearts ~ * open her door * straighten his tie * hold out her chair * hold hands when you're walking together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't sweat the small stuff. You can let his/her bad habits bother you to distraction... or you can accept them, and work around them. Does she leave the cap off the toothpaste? Buy separate tubes... Does he leave clothes laying around? Ignore them, or pick them up, remembering just how much he does for you in other ways. Or, make it easier for your partner to satisfy you... buy several clothes hampers and keep them handy. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Concentrate on the positive. Instead of thinking about the ways that s/he lets you down, think of all the positive things about your partner that drew you to them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take a breather when you're mad. Don't try to talk when either of you are angry. Take a few minutes to walk around the block, lay down, just get away from each other so you can regroup. A short break will allow you both to stay on track and discuss what's bothering you instead of accidently making personal insults that you will regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't use your partner's secrets or weaknesses against them... ever! What may seem insignificant, trivial, or cute to you may be serious to your partner. Recognize what is important to your partner, and don't discuss it with your friends, mother, his family, anyone! And certainly don't throw the words back at them in an argument. A loving relationship is one of the most intimate and trusting that anyone can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Think about your partner first. If both of you do this, then you can't help but win! Say 'yes' to your partner as often as possible... go to that sports event with him, get him out on that golf course because he loves golf, make life easier for your partner, and hopefully they will do the same for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. R-E-S-P-E-C-T your partner. Don't badmouth your partner to anyone! When you talk about your partner, let your respect and love shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Find a way to regroup together every day. Discover what works well for you both... eat a meal together, meet for happy hour drinks, skip Leno at night and just lay in bed in the dark, take a walk around the block, etc. You can even mix things up and vary your routine. If one of you is travelling, call home at night just to hear their voice. The point is to spend time together daily, just talking or breathing the same air, feeling connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... the more you put into your relationship, the more you gain! Make love and romance a part of your daily life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6047640285632333360?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6047640285632333360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6047640285632333360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6047640285632333360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6047640285632333360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-habits-of-loving-couple.html' title='10 Habits of A Loving Couple'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-653102940291734751</id><published>2007-09-04T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:02:52.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's keen observation on my friendster profile</title><content type='html'>here's the link to my profile: &lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/evehashlnxtn"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/evehashlnxtn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's his comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, i like your shade. A stallonic design with so much definitions of pre war era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Moreover, youre very much driven by your past that maybe youre hanging between the pasts nightmare and your future's aspirations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Youre so deep without your eyes letting go to speak the rest of your revelations.  Let me guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOURE STILL EMPTY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;rev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-653102940291734751?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/653102940291734751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=653102940291734751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/653102940291734751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/653102940291734751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/someones-keen-observation-on-my.html' title='someone&apos;s keen observation on my friendster profile'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5938743497253369884</id><published>2007-09-01T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:03:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53 Confessions -- one certain question hit me --&gt; 13. If you could do it over again,start from scratch, would you?</title><content type='html'>Here's my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what have happened before, has brought me to where i am and and has made me who i am now. i am happy with what i am and where i stand right now. i wont dare risk having to change yesteday cos it would surely change today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5938743497253369884?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5938743497253369884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5938743497253369884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5938743497253369884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5938743497253369884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/09/53-confessions-one-certain-question-hit.html' title='53 Confessions -- one certain question hit me --&gt; 13. If you could do it over again,start from scratch, would you?'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3309264886922942790</id><published>2007-08-01T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:05:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Relationship Myths</title><content type='html'>Think your relationship is a failure because you and your partner aren't following certain "rules" or meeting certain standards? Dr. Phil blows the whistle on 10 of the most common but dangerous relationship myths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #1: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP DEPENDS ON A GREAT MEETING OF THE MINDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never see things through your partner's eyes because you are two entirely different people. You are genetically, physiologically, psychologically and historically different.&lt;br /&gt;You will not solve your relationship problems by becoming more alike in your thinking. Men and women are wired differently. Attempting to blur your fundamentally different viewpoints is unnatural and even dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that a relationship is far more enjoyable when you're with someone who enriches your life, not simply reflects it. Appreciate your differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #2: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP REQUIRES A GREAT ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your life with your partner should include plenty of romance. But don't kid yourself and expect an unrealistic Hollywood fairytale. The truth is that in the real world, being in love is not like falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is only the first stage of love. It's impossible to remain in that stage. A mature relationship will shift from dizzying infatuation to a deeper, more secure love.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make the common mistake of thinking that when the initial wild passion fades you aren't in love anymore. The answer is not to start a new relationship so you can recapture that emotional high with someone else. The answer is to learn how to move on to the next stages of love for a different but richer experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #3: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP REQUIRES GREAT PROBLEM-SOLVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall into the trap of believing that you and your partner can't be happy if you can't resolve your serious disagreements. Ninety percent of problems in a relationship are not solvable.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that you and your partner disagree about and will continue to disagree about. Why can't you once and for all resolve these issues? Because in order to do so, one of you would have to sacrifice your values and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;You can simply agree to disagree and reach "emotional closure" even though you haven't reached closure on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #4: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP REQUIRES COMMON INTERESTS THAT BOND YOU TOGETHER FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with your relationship if you don't share common interests and activities.&lt;br /&gt;If you and your partner are forcing yourselves to engage in common activities but the results are stress, tension and conflict, don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #5: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP IS A PEACEFUL ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to argue because you think it's a sign of weakness or relationship breakdown. Even the healthiest couples argue.&lt;br /&gt;If approached properly, arguing can actually help the relationship by (a) releasing tension and (b) instilling the sense of peace and trust that comes from knowing you can release feelings without being abandoned or humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of worrying about how many times you argue, worry about how you argue. Here are some guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon the issue and attack the worth of your partner during an argument.&lt;br /&gt;Don't seek conflict because it's stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;Don't pursue a take-no-prisoners approach in your arguments.&lt;br /&gt;Don't avoid achieving emotional closure at the end of an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #6: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP LETS YOU VENT ALL YOUR FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting things off your chest might feel good, but when you blurt something out in the heat of the moment, you risk damaging your relationship permanently. Many relationships are destroyed when one partner can't forgive something that was said during uncensored venting.&lt;br /&gt;Before you say something you might regret, bite your tongue and give yourself a moment to consider how you really feel. The things we say while we're letting loose often don't represent how we really feel and shouldn't be communicated - especially if they are potentially destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #7: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belief that sex is not important is a dangerous and intimacy-eroding myth. Sex provides an important time-out from the pressures of our daily lives and allows us to experience a quality level of closeness, vulnerability and sharing with our partners.&lt;br /&gt;Sex might not be everything but it registers higher (90 percent) on the "importance scale" if it's a source of frustration in your relationship. If your sex life is unfulfilled, it becomes a gigantic issue. On the other hand, couples that have satisfying sex lives rate sex at only 10 percent on the "importance scale."&lt;br /&gt;Don't restrict your thinking by considering sex to be something that only consists of the actual physical act. Touching, caressing, holding hands and any means by which you provide physical comfort to your partner can all be viewed as part of a fulfilling sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #8: A GREAT RELATIONSHIP CANNOT SURVIVE A FLAWED PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect. As long as your partner's quirks are non-abusive and non-destructive, you can learn to live with them.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of focusing on your partner's shortcomings, remember the qualities that attracted you in the first place. Perhaps some of these idiosyncrasies were part of the attraction? Just because a behavior isn't mainstream, doesn't mean that it's toxic to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful to distinguish the difference between a partner with quirks and one with a serious problem. Serious problems that are destructive and abusive include substance abuse and mental/physical abuse. Unlike idiosyncrasies, these are not behaviors you should learn to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #9: THERE IS A RIGHT WAY AND A WRONG WAY TO MAKE THE RELATIONSHIP GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be further from the truth. There is no definitive "right way" to be a good spouse, good parent, or to handle any relationship challenge that life throws you.&lt;br /&gt;Do what works for you rather than following some standards you might have read in a book or heard from a well-meaning friend. If what you and your partner are doing is generating the results you want, stick with it. If both of you are comfortable with the principles that work, you can write your own rules.&lt;br /&gt;Remember not to be rigid about the way in which you accept your partner's expressions of love. There is no "right way" for someone to love you. The fact that your partner expresses feelings differently doesn't make those feelings less genuine or of less value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH #10: YOUR RELATIONSHIP CAN BECOME GREAT ONLY WHEN YOU STRAIGHTEN YOUR PARTNER OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall into the trap of believing that if you could change your partner, your relationship would be better. You are, at the very least, jointly accountable for the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the childlike notion that falling in love means finding someone who will be responsible for your happiness. You need to take responsibility for your own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;If your relationship is distressed, the most important person for you to change might be yourself. Once you identify the payoffs you are subconsciously seeking with destructive behavior, you can choose to remove them from your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3309264886922942790?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3309264886922942790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3309264886922942790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3309264886922942790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3309264886922942790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-relationship-myths.html' title='Ten Relationship Myths'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-1734496110279279068</id><published>2007-05-22T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:07:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiest weeked i've ever spent</title><content type='html'>long time no write up huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been writing much, maybe because unlike before, now i am happy with how things go on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've, unexpectedly, found one special person who have, basically, brought nothing but happiness to my days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my best friend, didn't see it coming. everything was just for fun. little did i know that what was SUPPOSED to be "just for fun" ended up to be something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D + 3N = 14G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel right now can not be expressed by the cluster of words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just simply am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18 [9:00 pm] - May 21 [11:45 am]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-1734496110279279068?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1734496110279279068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=1734496110279279068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/1734496110279279068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/1734496110279279068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/05/happiest-weeked-ive-ever-spent.html' title='happiest weeked i&apos;ve ever spent'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-8924103680744303306</id><published>2007-04-16T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:40:32.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy - inlove - fulfilled</title><content type='html'>it has been forever since i really posted wut has been up there.., a down side of my writing skills., i tend to write stuff only when i am "down".,. the good thing about it is that, it been a loooooooong time since i felt really lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that, i am on a down slope right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just decided to post what's bee n going up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has pretty much been on the brighter side ever since i met micah.. no frustrations (some yeah..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is perfect. there could be times that i feel low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seldom sadness we've encountered will never ever compare to the happiness i have had for the past year i have been with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our life, there would be these persons whom we meet and would become part of our life. some had brought us heart-ache, some with bad memories, and some with --- blah days (days that are not considered to be memorable or significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have done quite a number of mistakes in my past. mistakes that i could not regret.. not because i cherish them still.. i just do not regret the things that i have done. what has been done is done.. and regrets are just wastes of time. come to think of it, i should be thankful of the complications that happened before.. because they are the ones that brought me to where i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at a place where i love to live and live to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy to love, and i am happy to be love. we seldom get to find someone to love us the way we wanted to right? that's why when you find that one person who could love you just the same and complete your life. keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i've found mine. and i sure am keeping him for as long as i live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy!!!!!! im in-love and i am satisfied with my life. my life is not perfect, of course. if it is, i could die right now. but in spite and despite of the flaws of my life, i am truly happy! and it's just right that i thank all the source of my happiness. God, my family, micah, my friends, my new family, my office friends, my work, my room mates - the people who fill the gaps in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a cycle.. you have down times, and you have the up times. you just have to wait. you just have to deal with what's happening now. no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;about tomorrow. tomorrow is tomorrow. today is today. what is important is today because today we live. tomorrow? we'll never know. that's why live each day as if it was the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i making any sense? or am i just typing words without meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be.. but one thing's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN-LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;I AM FULFILLED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-8924103680744303306?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8924103680744303306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=8924103680744303306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/8924103680744303306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/8924103680744303306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-inlove-fulfilled.html' title='happy - inlove - fulfilled'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6061698034090891243</id><published>2007-01-27T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:10:28.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75 Reasons why being single rocks</title><content type='html'>1. Because you can lock yourself in your room, blast Fiona Apple, scream to your heart's content and fully appreciate the angry, angsty lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. no carpooling b/f around cause you have wheels and he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. you don't have to inflict your parents on anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can flirt with the guy next door, your homeroom buddy and the manager at the surf shop without ever feeling like you have to (ugh)! explain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. you won't be known as so-and-so's g/f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. computer solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. you get to spend Wednesday nights with bailey and Charlie (OK.. so its a lil old.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you'll catch fewer colds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if you want to wear a bindi, you needn't worry about your guy asking, "Is that a zit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. you get to eat raw onions on your hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You can go on a tirade about the lameness of student-council meetings without being accused of PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. b/c the pursuit is the funnest part, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. your journal will be filled w/ far more exciting fare than the status of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Shopping with your buds or your own is way better than shopping with a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. School, homework, SATs, football games, Ani DiFranco concerts, flea markets ... who has the time for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You'll never again worry about sending poor-loser boy into a funk after you've beaten him at Super Mario brothers for the millionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. More space in your locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You get to play the field, and your coupled-up friends don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sweaty palms? Big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You don't have to explain why you haven't read a single issue from the Hot Rod magazine subscription he gave you for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There's more time to hit the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You never need to worry that your platforms make you too tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You can go from hippie chick to body-pierced punk girl without worrying about what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You never suffer from stubble burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When you have a long-term boy, you just don't have the same kind of high-intensity crushes-oh him or on other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. spring break was made for single girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Couples are boring to the rest of the world: weren't Ross and Rachel totally dullsville as a twosome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Romantic bliss is bad for your inner artist: How many great poems/song lyrics are about happy couples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You don't have to have "the talk" about where the relationship is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Friday movie night with your best friend(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No need to explain why chocolate-chocolate-chip ice cream with hot fudge, chocolate sprinkles and whipped cream-topped by a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup--is a really great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. it's way cool to be able to change a tire on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You can watch an entire Tom Cruise movie without your guy yelling, "Show me the money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. That eight week summer trip through Italy, France, and Spain will be a lot more fun if you're not constantly looking for a post office to mail your miss-you letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Jealousy, an all too typical byproduct of couplehood, is such a waste of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You don't have to shave your legs if you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you're really honest, an afternoon at the skate park just isn't all that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Pending time unattached and liking it gives you the power to have high standards when it comes to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. B/c studies have found that gum disease can be contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You don't have to worry about him not getting into the same college as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You're more willing to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. B/c girlfriends don't complain if you take forever getting ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Is anything more torturous than spending an evening with loverboy, his bickering parents and his weird sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. its one less thing for Mom and Dad to nag you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You can have a hip haircut (Guys seem to like long, plain hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You don't have to wait for-or worry that you missed-his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Saturday night, you and a copy of, She's Come Undone is a mighty pleasurable trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Its much easier to get into the hippest club without an XY-shromosomed person in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. you have nothing to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. When you kiss another guy, it isn't called cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Guys always want to drink from your Snapple-and they backwash more than girls do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. you don't have to train him for someone else later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Sayonara to long, awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. you get to control the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You will feel like an independent stud-muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. B/c your friends get sick of hearing about him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. That cute boy at Starbucks will stop giving you free mochas if he sees you have a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. sometimes, boys have smelly feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You don't have to obsess about whether his friends like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. You don't have to obsess about whether your friends like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. No one will torture your cat/dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. You will have lots of time for the guy counselors at camp this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. When you're attached, you always wonder what you're missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. As you listen sympathetically to your best friends' latest coupledom disaster, you can be happy in the knowledge that you don't have to deal with that hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Madonna, Janeane Garafolo--all single superpowered gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. The money you would've dished out for some spendy Valentine's present for him can go toward those suede boots you've been eyeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. if you belch in from of your pals, no big deal; if you belch in from of a guy, it's majorly mortifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. b/c you won't have to dump someone-or get dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. no ex-g/f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. life is stressful enough without some guy pressuring you to go further than you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. b/c, let's face it, unrequited love can be so delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Instead of going to see his band, you can start your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. you'll have more bonding time with your little sis (or Mom or friend), who really needs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. One set of problems to deal with (i.e., your own) is plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. There's nothing more mysterious and alluring than a single woman who's into being that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6061698034090891243?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6061698034090891243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6061698034090891243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6061698034090891243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6061698034090891243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/01/75-reasons-why-being-single-rocks.html' title='75 Reasons why being single rocks'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-7863175103774444772</id><published>2007-01-18T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:09:19.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words from oprah</title><content type='html'>If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt; Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.  &lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you   deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends".&lt;br /&gt;A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.  Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;  If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.  &lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better."&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt; Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt; Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt; Never let a man know everything.* He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt; You cannot change a man's behavior.* Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt; Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...  &lt;br /&gt;Even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;Do not make him into a quasi-god.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt; All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt; You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two way street.&lt;br /&gt; You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship&lt;br /&gt; You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt; Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt; Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him -&lt;br /&gt;he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt; Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt; Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.* Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt; Share this with other women and men (just so they know)... You'll make someone smile, another rethink her choices,&lt;br /&gt;and another woman prepare.&lt;br /&gt; They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them&lt;br /&gt;and an entire lifetime to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;Advice from Angel,&lt;br /&gt; Scared of being alone is what makes a lot of women stay in relationships that are abusive or hurtful: Dr. Phill&lt;br /&gt; You should know that you're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and if a man mistreats you, he'll miss out on a good thing. If he was attracted to you in the 1st place, just know that he's not the only one. They're all watching you, so you have a lot of choices. Make the right one.&lt;br /&gt; Ladies take care of your own hearts...&lt;br /&gt;I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-7863175103774444772?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7863175103774444772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=7863175103774444772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7863175103774444772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7863175103774444772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-from-oprah.html' title='words from oprah'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5143680643949765711</id><published>2007-01-13T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:13:12.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mikko said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03439869379451248771" rel="nofollow"&gt;mikko&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some loves that don't go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. Someone who never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever." – Ally McBeal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5143680643949765711?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5143680643949765711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5143680643949765711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5143680643949765711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5143680643949765711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/01/mikko-said.html' title='mikko said..'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5444430368034846612</id><published>2007-01-13T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:13:53.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. The greatest disease in the world is not medical. It's being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. We can sure physical disease but the only cure for despair is love. There are those who are dying for a piece of bread but many more are dying for a piece of love. Share it everyday [jelli]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Feelings and emotions change, it doesnt mean that if you dont feel for eacho ther anymore, the love is gone. If love was the only feeling, then there's no such thing as lasting love. love can sometimes turn numb or even boring but no matter what., as long as you chooses and decide to still continue, it will be more beautfiul. Perhaps, love is just taking a rest and you just have to be patient. Cause, love is just like life, not all the time you are in for happiness. Sometimes you also have to give in to its bitterness, so love maturely not idealistically... [jeziel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what hurts the most is being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away, and never knowing what could have been...&lt;br /&gt;and (you) not seeing that loving you was what i was trying to do. [shirlax]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ever had the feeling? you attempt and fight so hard to take someone off your mind and off your life, but each time you think how to forget...&lt;br /&gt;you keep on falling much more... [shirlax]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Persons who love us the most have the most claim on us, yet force us the least. [jelly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There's nothing wrong with being single. It's nice to be free. I can stay out late every night, i can wear whatever i want, i can just be me plain old self. The whole world sees that i can take care of myself. But to tell you the truth, i wouldn't mind having someone to walk me home. I wouldn't mind wanting to look good or trying to be better for someone. I wouldn't mind letting someone hold me when i am just too weak to go on. It's nice to be free, but i wouldn't mind being bound to someone who loves me true.. [kristi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's hard to be attached to somebody. Like you are used to all the routines you go through with that someone every single day as if you'll not live without it, then suddenly it stops with no apparent reason. The worst part of it is that you can't blame them because in the first place you never owned them.. [jayson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As you light up a smoke, you cant help thinking 'who do you smoke?'. it burns your lips, hurts your eyes. as you inhale its dark smoke, it brings great pain to your chest and takes you to a state of mind where loneliness and emptiness resides. as you throw its butt, you promise yourself that you would never light another stick but its scent haunts you. The hell? you took out a stick and realize your already hooked. Like the sense of loving someone harmful yet so addictive. [jayson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love is like a tug of war. If you know you can't win, let go of the rope! Sometimes, there's more satisfaction in seeing the other side tumble backwards. [loi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lagi kong pinagdarasal na sana matagpuan ko un taong mamahalin ko ng sobra-sobra... Tinupad naman ni God. Nakita ko na! ........ Pero nakalimutan kong pagdasal na sana mahal niya rin ako... [Cher]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Painful Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;bringin back the feeling you've learned to forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reminiscing the good times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to hide what you really feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving someone who loves another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having commitment with someone who wouldn't last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shielding your heart to love somebody.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving a person too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;right love at the wrong time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking risk to fall in love again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bihis kana tpos di ka pala ksma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;12. more to come ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5444430368034846612?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5444430368034846612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5444430368034846612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5444430368034846612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5444430368034846612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-7574340086272365183</id><published>2006-11-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:15:54.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last entry...</title><content type='html'>i've come to realize that love is not something that we should desperately wait for. it's something that would just happen unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on no more waiting. no more hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="profile/08064842091625675442" rel="nofollow"&gt;MojoGreen&lt;/a&gt; said...                &lt;p&gt;serendipity...this is a good movie...may it happen to you soon... btw, nice pic in palusot...&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiredandpretty08.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-last-entry.html#c7808203364468849487" title="comment permalink"&gt;10:40 AM&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/528936780965345011-7574340086272365183?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7574340086272365183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=7574340086272365183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7574340086272365183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/7574340086272365183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-last-entry.html' title='my last entry...'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3586334634818169395</id><published>2006-09-30T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:17:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the storm</title><content type='html'>woke up yesterday morning and all my roommates were awake.. beng was there, and they've told me about the beach infront of our building () the flooded santillian st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the flooded santillian , i have to be absent at work. and actually not only me. every office in makati happened to cancel work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had to have our breakfast delievered from mcdo. of course i ate 2 sausage mc muffin with egg! so fast! hahaha! they were surprised how fast i was able to cnsume the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind was so hard there was even a black out. across the city. and the nation i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst, i wasnt able to charge my cellfone.. th whole day i was unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lunch we had a hard time finding a place to deliver food for us.. :( we were so hungry.. good thing a store nearby was open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, everything seemed dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i had a discovery.. I WAS CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaah!!! good thing i was able to sleep after hours of using my pic as a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas a very busy day!!!! darn busy day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;master lance's last day.. we're on our way to JOBSITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Bc.... (2b continued..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3586334634818169395?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3586334634818169395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3586334634818169395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3586334634818169395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3586334634818169395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/09/storm.html' title='the storm'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3853227012586221935</id><published>2006-09-28T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:18:21.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight's update</title><content type='html'>after about 10 mons living in cafel bldg, last night was the very first time i was able to go to the roof top and have a view of makati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itwas great! i just love being in a roof top seeing the  stuff down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with as usual eds, fate, and johanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been having a great time with hanging out with my place. i've been getting used to just having my own life. no need to consider any one else! having my own life. doesn't it just seemed great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3853227012586221935?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3853227012586221935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3853227012586221935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3853227012586221935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3853227012586221935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/09/tonights-update.html' title='tonight&apos;s update'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-3451193710595723776</id><published>2006-09-27T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:20:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lastnight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg!! i went home kinda tired right? because of the load i've had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting to have a good rest.. but what happened was, me and my roommates decided to go to a videoke bar! hahhaha! we first stayed at giligan's -- the place to be #1., and then went to cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our route: [santillian, delarosa, unknown-st-at-the-back-of-burgundy, delarosa(rufino---makati ave, rode taxi to giligan's, pasaryroad, paseo de roxas mcdo, gamboa, herrera, santillian] odbuh? walkathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't drink really, i just had one bottle. and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i had another one pla.. so that's two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun being with fate and eds,. dou at the videoke bar they've been sawi songs! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more updates later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-3451193710595723776?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3451193710595723776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=3451193710595723776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3451193710595723776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/3451193710595723776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/09/lastnight-omg-i-went-home-kinda-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-5533196580055442095</id><published>2006-09-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:51:12.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meatime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;meantime girl&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know, she's the one who you keep around in the meantime. She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either. She's not b*tch enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But she's cool , and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine. You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She's just so cool . . . why can't all women be like that?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get b*tch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off. Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at a factory. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone's head. She wants to be special to someone, too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We all do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl. Been one for him. For how long, I can't remember. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care. I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And we won't be around forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-5533196580055442095?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5533196580055442095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=5533196580055442095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5533196580055442095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/5533196580055442095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/09/meantime-girl-shes-one-you-call-when.html' title=''/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6829698893458426787</id><published>2006-09-15T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:22:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Wrong Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by: Quickmelt of GT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Another Wrong Guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I begin to write something that I just wanted to end?&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda weird to start at the end but this story of mine, sort of didn't have a beginning it just happened, or so I thought. I'm suddenly loss of words or probably, after days of avoiding this feeling, even myself got convinced that it is indeed the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love too many times, but the thing is I can't seem to stay in love. I don't know if I'm just scared or something but after a series of broken heart, I suddenly lost faith in love. I don't wanna be someone who'll freak out on love, because deep inside I'm still the hopeless romantic girl who still believes in true love. So where the hell is my true love? Is he stuck in traffic? Or probably got lost along the way? What if something happened that he might never come at all? Silly me!!! So I arrived at the point where I stopped looking for love, I got so tired of the chase &amp;amp; always ending up with the wrong guy. I decided that this time, I'm giving a chance for love to find me. So did it find me? That's where my story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There so many things in my life especially in the arena of romance that I sometimes wished I didn't do but I guess that's all part of the game. Everytime something bad happens to me, I just tell myself to trust God because in everything there's a reason &amp;amp; I may not always understand why but there are things we are not meant to know. I don't need a reason to be happy on my own, for a while I was content without someone to love me. Its funny when you think everything's doing okay.. &lt;b&gt;BOOM!&lt;/b&gt; Unexpectedly, here comes love again! That was me when he showed up in my life. My first sight of him?? hmm, I told myself he's cute but....... it was unlikely for me to fall in love at first sight but there was a certain voice in my head sort of telling me that my search was over, it was an eerie feeling that finally God sent me THE ONE! Of course, I wasn't that naive to believe that he was indeed the one, but there were signs everywhere, even God answered my specific prayer. I remembered crying the night when I prayed to God to let him be the one, because my frail heart just can't afford another heartache. I'm very impatient but I waited for a year for him to make his move, to let him realize that I am the one for him too. Everybody was telling me that he loves me too, and somehow felt it too but he never made an effort to confirm his feelings. So what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May was the end of what could've been a good love story, because I've decided that I waited long enough for him and I won't be wasting a minute loving him. I took one last glance at him and told myself that I'll start forgetting about him. I'm not really heartbroken, somehow I feel frustrated that he's the wrong guy again but I'm a bit thankful too because I realized that I am still capable of staying in love, so I guess there's still hope for me. I gave myself a week to mourn for another wrong guy and then I smiled and I know I am fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6829698893458426787?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6829698893458426787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6829698893458426787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6829698893458426787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6829698893458426787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-another-wrong-guy.html' title='Just Another Wrong Guy'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-1816967136352868740</id><published>2006-09-01T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:24:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Lessons on Love and Men…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hard Lessons on Love and Men…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Aileen Endaya  &lt;img src="http://www2.femalenetwork.com/girltalk/Smileys/classic/wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   A man won’t let go if he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not hold on to someone who has let go of you.  He does not love you and does not value having you.  Believe me, he will not let go if he really loves you.  There is another reason he is not willing to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Do not look for reasons why he ended the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one reason why he ended your relationship.  He just does not love you.  Do not waste your time thinking of reasons or what you should have done.  Move on and be open to a man who will truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Do not get hang up on your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not nag or distrust your current boyfriend just because your ex hurt you.  Do not treat him or the relationship the same way.  Do not compare.  He will not react the same way as your ex.  Do not be worried that your simple mistakes will cause him to look for another girl.  What happened with your ex was not your fault.  It was not because you didn’t guard him enough or you didn’t make him happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Do not look into images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you met a girl who didn’t have the best image in school or at the office, but you get to know the girl and found out she was actually extremely nice?  Do not rely on images.  Oftentimes, it is far from reality.  Do not fear men just because your “supposedly” perfect ex-boyfriend mistreated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   Always have your own set of rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your limits on how far you’d go for a guy.  It’s perfectly ok to give and do everything as long as it’s worth it.  And it’s worth it if the guy is treating you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Do not be scared to lose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be scared that he’ll break up with you.  Once you are afraid of losing him, you easily can be taken advantage.  Be strong and if something is unacceptable, do not accept it and speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   Avoid calling your guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a guy thing.  The relationship will definitely be better if it’s the guy who’s calling, not the girl.  He will get tired of you if you keep on calling.  He will lose interest and challenge.  More so, he will get annoyed.  But it’s a girl thing also that your fingers get too itchy until you dial his number.  But avoid as much as possible.  Call only if really needed (like checking if your suspicions are reasonable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   There is a guy who will value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy out there who can make you feel valued, appreciated, and loved.  And I mean, not just during your first few weeks together.  So don’t lose hope.  Don’t settle for a lesbian if you are not attracted to women.  There is a man out there who can love you like a girl can (*wink*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not believe him when he says it’s just the way he really is.  He’s not the sweet or expressive-type.  Remember during your first few weeks together?  Where has that sweet guy gone?  He simply is not that into you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   Always be the only one, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever fall for a guy who has another girl, be it his wife, girlfriend, or any girl that he says he just can’t get rid of for whatever reason.  If you truly believe that he loves you and for some reason, he can’t leave or let go of another girl, then you are no different from any ordinary mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   He must respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long the relationship has been, he should always show respect towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   If he fooled you, end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philandering once is enough.  You can never trust nor respect the person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   Never start a relationship the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not steal another girl’s man, for whatever reason.  Nor should you enter a relationship for the wrong reasons (loneliness, on the rebound, getting back at your ex, man-dependency, etc.) it is bound not to last.  You will only end up wasting more years of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.   Do not force yourself into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get into a relationship just because your friends are getting impatient with your dating escapades and the one hasn’t come yet.  Do not choose who to say yes to based on superficial things like money, looks, cars, etc..  If you are even thinking of these things, you have not fallen in love yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   Do not settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not happy anymore with your relationship, break up instantly.  He will not stay with you forever no matter how upright he might seem to be.  Eventually, he will also want love and happiness in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   A relationship has to have love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that will push you to give your efforts into making the relationship work.  And believe me, keeping a relationship requires genuine efforts of both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.   Don’t be afraid to be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s fun to be single, try it.  You can go out whenever and wherever you want.  You are free.  You can date whomever you want and you get to go out for free!  Do not get a boyfriend just for the sake of having one.  Do not settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.   Be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good girl to attract a good guy.  Enter the relationship with sincere intentions.  Take the guy and the relationship seriously with the plan of spending the rest of your life with that person (of course, this is after you had your bit of fun in your younger years).  If you compare your flings from your real relationships, you will know that the latter makes you happier and more fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.   Love without limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you loved and gave everything or loved but held out for some things, if the relationship ends, you still get hurt.  But if you gave your everything, you were happy and you could say that it was worth it.  If you didn’t give your all, you get hurt for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.   You will get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is over-stated.  Love eventually ends and you are free to love another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.   Be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like you are the one.  Don’t be a nagger.  Don’t hinder his gimmicks.  Don’t give in to him too easily.  Make him treat you as important.  Don’t be easy.  Don’t be like every other girl he had in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-1816967136352868740?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1816967136352868740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=1816967136352868740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/1816967136352868740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/1816967136352868740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/08/hard-lessons-on-love-and-men.html' title='The Hard Lessons on Love and Men…'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6607933755611079009</id><published>2006-06-22T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:34:47.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes and quotables</title><content type='html'>"You know, after that day, I changed. I am no longer the same person I was two days ago. I don't know what is different, but I know I am not the same, and I know I never will be again. I am not the same person who believed in fate... I won't believe in 'signs' anymore, because they really don't mean anything, no matter how bad you wish or hope they do. As of right now, I don't even believe in love. There is no happily ever after, not in this world. &lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At least not for me. Not now. Not ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---luaquote.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6607933755611079009?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6607933755611079009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6607933755611079009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6607933755611079009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6607933755611079009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/06/quotes-and-quotables.html' title='quotes and quotables'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6075474088636461975</id><published>2006-06-20T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:39:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am who i am. no excuses.</title><content type='html'>some gurl from my past - whom [i] i have completely deleted from my life, has risen from her miserable life. i think she's living a miserable life, because if she isn't , ruining another person's reputation wouldn't be a past time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ms joyce, who suggested to have the comments (from SAD GIRL) [be] deleted[,]. i was updated about my other blog [which] that i haven't really regularly checked. [However,] I decided not to delete the lunatic's comment. Even if she post stream[er]s [about me] to ruin me,  i am not afraid, cos i know who i am. People who are close to me, know[s] the real me, and that's the only thing that's important - that people who are close to me, know the real me. she can ruin me for all she want[']s, i don't care. i am happy. [and] whether she exist in my life or not, it doesn't make any difference. my life's complete without her[e].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiredandpretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created: june 26, 2006&lt;br /&gt;edit: march 01, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. it took me almost 4 years to reread this post and notice that I've lots of errors. tsk tsk. all stuff in [] are to be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-6075474088636461975?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6075474088636461975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6075474088636461975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6075474088636461975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6075474088636461975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-who-i-am-no-excuses.html' title='i am who i am. no excuses.'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-4307276475798769073</id><published>2006-06-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:30:22.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She will be loved</title><content type='html'>Whenever I hear this song, I have this strange hunch that the song is about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I sent a forwarded message to my friends, and asked them to text me back 5 songs, which they will dedicate to me. And this Maroon 5 song struck me when my cousin included it in his list. It made me wonder – of all the song, why would “she will be loved” be dedicated to me. Wasn’t I loved? Was I in despair? At the moment, I felt confusion surround me. Then I realized, it could have been possible that my cousin saw the part of me that I tried to hide – the part that felt unloved. But unloved by whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved is a song about a girl who’s in love with someone who’s in love with another but not her. That was not my case. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in 2 past relationships. Both ended. They weren’t a failure. Some of the times I spent within these relationships are considered “worth-it”. Things just didn’t work out that it had to end. Now, I am single. Am I? I really don’t know. It’s complicated had been my status for quite some time now. Let’s say, it’s because I’m in the middle of a place I don’t know. And now, every time I hear this Maroon 5 song, it just reminds me of myself. I am not desolated, but after all the past relationships and on-going relationships, what my cousin was trying to say is that in time I will find that one person whom I will love and make me feel loved. He’s just here, somewhere. I may have had found him, I’m just not that sure if he’s found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiredandpretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/528936780965345011-4307276475798769073?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4307276475798769073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=4307276475798769073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4307276475798769073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/4307276475798769073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-will-be-loved.html' title='She will be loved'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-528936780965345011.post-6282235161116687709</id><published>2006-06-02T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:25:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We complicate life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whenever we encounter twist and turns in our life, we go and say, "life is so complicated", not knowing that it is us who make our life complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when we have to choose whether to go left or right, we try to weight things, see the pros , see the cons. We are afraid of what our choice would end up. Would it turn out right? Or would it suck to death? Making decision is never complicated. Oh yeah, we dont just make decision, but we dont have to let it eat us right. I've made drastic decisions in my life which i know would change my life, but no matter what the outcome is, i make sure that i wont regret my choice. i made my choice, so why should i bug myself if i turned out not too good. it has been done. can i change things? No. All i can do is accept the choice i made, and be ready for the consequences that goes along with it. Consequences doesn't mean negative things; there are also positive concequence. Consequences are the outcomes of the action you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life isn't complicating. We complicate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiredandpretty&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/528936780965345011-6282235161116687709?l=tiredandpretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6282235161116687709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=528936780965345011&amp;postID=6282235161116687709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6282235161116687709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/528936780965345011/posts/default/6282235161116687709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredandpretty.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-complicate-life.html' title='We complicate life'/><author><name>tiredandpretty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464152147337951667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIrQVxQZn0g/SAS8vTcIWzI/AAAAAAAAABY/cTSN78PSHP0/S220/tiredandpretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
