<?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-1317671863568989581</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:17:49.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in my closet?ssshhhh...</title><subtitle type='html'>c'mon, people, you don't have to use your brain...just read this..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-5999018188554566903</id><published>2009-08-25T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:24:01.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hinanakit bukid overseas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. There were so many questions that are still left unanswered… messages that are left unreplied… feelings that are left unrealized…&lt;br /&gt;2. What I am really afraid of is that I would wake up one morning and find out that I don't really know you at all.&lt;br /&gt;3. The exciting part of being in love is when he catches you when you fall but the painful part of it is when he watches you while you fall.&lt;br /&gt;4. We have lots of differences … I drink hard liquor and you don't. I love fashion clothes, bags and shoes and you like simple shirts and jeans from ukay-ukay. I like adong and chok nut and yet you don't even know that kind of food. I like to spend my free time watching dvd's and browsing the internet while you love talking with people. My circle of friends is different with yours. I like love songs while you like to listen to loud music. You have no time for love while I am giving my time to you. We have different freq. I went to different places just for fun and pleasure; you went to all different places with reasons. You help and serve the people a lot and I ignore them. I always find free time to send you messages and you sometimes forgot to reply. I always say what I want to say; I don't know what's on your mind. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid but do you care?&lt;br /&gt;5. Just a brief question, did you ever know that I was hurting when you intentionally or unintentionally ignored my messages?&lt;br /&gt;6. Well, to tell you honestly, I don't like this feeling anymore. I hate this feeling and I hate to love you. This is some kinda OA feeling. Maybe I'll start learning to let you go. I just hope there is a school for letting go of this hateful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have this crazy idea, maybe I could call Clark Kent to activate his x-ray vision to this emotionally unavailable guy and check out what's inside his heart and mind. Oh, I don't think so; maybe they could compare notes for being emotionally unavailable.&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/1317671863568989581-5999018188554566903?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5999018188554566903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=5999018188554566903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/5999018188554566903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/5999018188554566903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hinanakit-bukid-overseas.html' title='my hinanakit bukid overseas'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-886191438091351018</id><published>2009-07-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:06:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:left;direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; I am thinking about the guy whom I dated last june 12. He may not be the most attractive, the most handsome or the right guy for me.  He may be deadmatic at all times (yah, everytime I sent messages, all his reply was just a simple "ok lang", I'm too busy that please bear with me if I couldn't reply to your messages [which I understand naman].  He may not be the person that whenever you need him, his presence is always there. He may not be the perfect guy that a girl could dream of. But when you see him, when you talk to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;you know he's the one that can make you smile, laugh, and cry all at the same time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; He may not be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; Kent but he is the type of guy who always his risk his life for the goods of others.  That's HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-886191438091351018?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/886191438091351018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=886191438091351018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/886191438091351018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/886191438091351018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-him.html' title='That&apos;s Him'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-2877637290536741331</id><published>2009-01-23T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:01:18.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If anyone accepts my proposal, you can post your comment/message.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mind is busy right now, thinking of what is life ahead of me. I don't know if I was getting pressured again of being a single or was it the weather today (well, it freakin' cold here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly to say, I'm thinking of this idea almost everyday. I'm thinking of getting married? But girl, the question is who, where and how? In the true sense of the word, I'm really, definitely, accurately, physically, mentally, heartily SINGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How frustrating, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But based on my sisters, sis-in law and friends' experience, I'd rather stay single. On the other hand, I want to get married (at least, by name) so that my family, my friends, my boss and my colleagues won't gonna ask me, when am I going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really want to post on my friendster and multiply that I need a husband for the sake of having it not for the sake of love. Know what, I am preparing all my conditions and agreement if ever there is a chance that there is a guy who would accept my proposal to be my husband. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, no physical contact. Coz I still do believe that only loving couples could only that. And, we are just husband and wife only in front of people not of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Definitely, we will not share the same bed. Both party can live on different house, if anyone of them wants it, but if there is a need to stay and live in the same house, both party should do the needful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. We will not interfere in each other's life. But, if anyone of the party needs a helping hand, the party who is in need should accept it. What are husband and wife's for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. If there is a need that both parties needs their presence in a occasions like family gathering, holidays, friends gathering, both party should spend time like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Romantic relationship with the third party should do discreetly and should not be within the circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. If both party needs to share the same house. Responsibilities in the house should be taken care of by both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a. Both parties should share equal house expenses.&lt;br /&gt;b. Both parties should do equal household chores.&lt;br /&gt;c. Both parties should not interfere each other personal things/life.&lt;br /&gt;d. Opinion/views/ideas of both parties should be respected no matter odd it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. This contract will be valid only on a specific time agreed by both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. If there is a need to add/revise/amend this contract, the additional provision, revision, amendment should agreed by both parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. This contract will not be revealed/exposed to the third parties/family/friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if anyone reads this and agreed to this terms and condition, and/or accepts my proposal, you can leave your comment/message. I'm deadly serious. &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/1317671863568989581-2877637290536741331?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2877637290536741331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=2877637290536741331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/2877637290536741331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/2877637290536741331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-anyone-accepts-my-proposal-you-can.html' title='If anyone accepts my proposal, you can post your comment/message.'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-4981345191688626151</id><published>2009-01-23T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:54:11.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Bloomers in Love, You're probably better off! (Well, I'd like to defend myself)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by S.K. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Source: California Psychics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you beating yourself up for being the last single hold out among your friends? Afraid you'll never meet the right person, that something is wrong with you or that you're simply destined never to find love? Well, stop. If you're among love's late bloomers - for whatever reason - it's time for a reality check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are several explanations for why love has been long coming (hint: not one of them includes you not being worthy). Here are a few explanations (and upsides) for you to consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The worker bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the most common realities that the settle down early paradigm fails to recognize is that careers take a lot of time - and effort - to build. So if you're among the work-focused forces of nature who inadvertently neglected to pay enough attention to love, don't kick yourself, be grateful. Odds are, you've achieved at least some of your professional goals and are on your way to achieving the rest of them. There's only so much one person can do at a time and you've done a lot! So much so that love would have likely gotten in your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, now that you're looking for love (and at the very least, getting settled professionally), you may want to shift your focus and add a new dimension to your hard working life. Take that can-do spirit that's helped you to succeed at work, and focus it on finding love! No doubt, with a little work, some patience and the willingness to give something new a go, you'll be on the road to romance in no time. And if ever you doubt it, just look back at all you've achieved for confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Victim of young love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's face it. When it comes to love, the first cut is often the deepest. In fact, many of love's late bloomers report having suffered a heartbreak at an early age that they never got over completely. This doesn't make you damaged, it doesn't mean your long ago love was "the one," nor does it indicate that you're destined for continued romantic failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of continuing to fixate on the past, it's time to move yourself and your love life into the present. You may have to start by facing your fears (intimacy, opening up again). And, you will definitely need to do an honest assessment of your scars as well as how they affect your behavior with potential partners. In addition, if your relationship was abusive, you'd be wise to seek counsel. However, if you're willing to put your past behind you and create the future that you want to have, success in love is attainable. And the best part is, you'll be seeing what you enter into through clearer, more mature, less vulnerable eyes. Having weathered the first storm, you're better armed for whatever's to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The soul searcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as common as workaholics and victims of early heartbreak are those of us whose main mission has been not to find a soulmate, but to focus on ourselves. And this, while it may not feel like it at this particular point, is the absolute healthiest approach to finding love. No other human being can complete you, they can only compliment you. So, why not give them the best you possible to compliment? Had you met someone before you felt solid in yourself, they might have met your energy at that time, but who wants that now… now that you've blossomed into you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're a soul searcher who has focused on getting to know yourself and your place in the world, do not, for one second think you've made a mistake… or that it's too late. Quite the contrary. When you're ready, love will come your way. It may just require a tiny shift of intention. When you're ready, begin to focus on meeting your match… and never settle for less. It may take you longer than the average person (those who take the time to work on themselves require someone who has done the same), but the end result will definitely be worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reality check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While for some outdated reason, society dictates that we should all want to pair off and settle down as soon as possible, the earlier a relationship is entered into, the less chance it has of succeeding - check out the lower divorce rates for couples who meet in their late 30's and 40's. Successful relationships require two active partners who contribute equally and grow together. That's not to say it's impossible for people who marry in their early 20's to be happy - very often, they can be. But mature adults who have lived life a little and seen it past their 30th, 35th or even 40th birthdays, have a lot more experience and wherewithal to bring to their relationships. They know what they want and why… and more often than not, if they're open to it, they get it.&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/1317671863568989581-4981345191688626151?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4981345191688626151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=4981345191688626151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/4981345191688626151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/4981345191688626151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-bloomers-in-love-youre-probably.html' title='Late Bloomers in Love, You&apos;re probably better off! (Well, I&apos;d like to defend myself)'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-7924725225062502791</id><published>2009-01-01T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:01:54.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moments from my last day of 2008 and First day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I really had a nice chat with my boss.  He asked me if I've found a boyfriend this year, when I said that I still haven't. He was surprised coz he finds me a nice person.  Based on what he sees in me, I would take the relationship seriously.  That is why, he was surprised that I couldn't find one.  Perhaps, that is the reason why I couldn't find one.  Men don't want a serious relationship and getting involved in a serious relationship w/ me is a pathetic thing. (too bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I asked my boss if we have a salary increase this year.  The best ever response that he gave is…. IT WILL COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  before the day is through, there is a strange thing happened.  My so-called crush asked me if I'm married.  Gosh, so he believed with what my colleague's told him that I have 3 kids! Well, of course, I laughed and answered him, "Do I look like I'm married?"  And there's one more thing, reading between the lines, he wanted me to invite him for dinner.  He can eat Filipino food coz' he used to live in Thailand and he loves Thai food.  But me and my clumsy mouth, I told him that I don't know how to cook and the scar on my left wrist is the proof.  How's that?  I'm really honest, don't ya think?  I should have been impressed him and told him that I'm expert in doing that kind of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that really surprised me was that before I went to church, he approached me again and make a short chat with me.  Whatta, a nice last day of 2008!  Not a bad thing, before the day is through, a nice (?) and cute (no doubt) guy approached me!  San ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We had a nice and wonderful dinner at our compound with my housemates.  I prepared macaroni soup and they really appreciated it, huh!  We ate a lot of Filipino foods, drank red wine and beer (hik!) till morning. And I really like the couple living next to my room.  They're amazing couple; they really make me laugh by their moves and sweet but weird acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I had a beautiful dream. Know what?  I dreamt of my cutest Atom.  In my dreams…. He held my hand so tight and kissed me, in front of Patty.  Oh that hurts.  I really don't want to be maldita but that's how it goes.  But Patty really didn't mind, that that gave me a question mark.  Atom told me before he left that he would call me about this thing.  Nevertheless, it is still a beautiful dream this new year.  Even in my dreams, I've experienced how it was to be with Atom, how held my hand and kissed me.  That's a WONDERFUL FEELING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will be able to start this year with colorful feelings.  I can face this year with full of HOPES, COURAGE and LOVE .  You can do it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME 2009!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-7924725225062502791?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7924725225062502791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=7924725225062502791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/7924725225062502791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/7924725225062502791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='WELCOME 2009!!!'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-3669300974203898962</id><published>2008-12-20T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:01:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I have to announce this to the world? Well, the reality slaps on my face that I'm still single. Though all my friends know that I'm not looking for someone but the truth is I do. It's just that it isn't obvious and I don't want them to know that every single minute of the day I'm looking for someone to love and to share my life with (only in my mind). Thank God, at least nobody reads what am I thinking or else she/he might think that I'm truly desperate. (waahhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peers and friends think that I'm tough coz I can go out alone, no dating, no flirts and always stay at home watching movies and Korean/Taiwan drama. Hey, I always brag about my interests are not boring, enjoyable and thrifty. I don't think they knew me at all coz I'm super great pretentious. Yeah, pretending that I don't need a guy who will stand by me and spend my whole life with him. Dear, if they only knew that every single cold night I'm dreaming that this unknown guy would come and rescue me from my misery. If they only knew that I wish I can share all my fears, my sadness, my happy moments, my funny times, my sweet thoughts, my weird ideas, senseless words, silly opinion to this unknown guy of mine. Does it sound really hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that? (This is trivia). Did you know that I always think that I always dream of all the Korean/Taiwan drama would be somewhat the same with my love story? Geeezzz, I know it is not that simple as living my life is very complicated. Things always come the way I don't want it but still I have to cope up with it no matter how painful or hard it is. Come to think of it, living a life the way we want is enjoyable and makes us treasure our fulfilled dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that… being single in my thirty years, I learned many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, betrayal from your loved ones is the most painful wound you've ever experienced in your life. It feels like you can't bear it nevertheless you have to endure it. Two, forgiving is love's toughest work, and love's biggest risk. To forgive is to dance to the beat of God's forgiving heart. To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you. (That's what I learned from God's Daily Bread and from my everyday struggling for life). Three, no matter how many times you fall, be brave enough to rise even if it is you alone. Don't think false hopes that there is someone who will save you from it wishing he is your shining armor. Four, don't be sad, don't get mad, just enjoy every moment of being single, who knows, you may not experience the things you are doing now if you have significant others. Five, trust and respect can be earned. It isn't easy to give to one another. It is a process that everyone has to go through before you learn to trust and respect yourself and others. Six, it's okay if you always do mistakes in your life but remember not to do the same mistake. Because that only means, you never grow and never learn from it. Seven, don't lose faith and hope in finding your true love even if it takes forever, it's worth waiting because that is your true and lasting love that will make you happy the most. Eight, cherish every moment you have with your family, friends and colleagues. Don’t wait for another day to come, or a week, or a month, or a year. Just enjoy every single moment with them. . 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href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-single.html' title='being single'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-6515117485561185682</id><published>2008-12-08T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:46:00.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut and Paste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ORIGINAL QUOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she comes back, she's yours,I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;f she doesn't, she never was.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEW VERSIONS R.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessimist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she ever comes back, she's yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f she doesn't, as expected, she never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't worry, she will come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspicious:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she ever comes back, ask her why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impatient:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone, Set her free ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't come back,continue to wait until she comes back ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playful:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she comes back, and if you love her still,set her free again, repeat ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C++ Programmer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;if(you-love( m_she))m_she.free()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;if(m_she == NULL)m_she = new CShe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal-Rights Activist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lawyers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biologist :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statisticians :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she loves you, the probability of her coming back is high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't, your relation was improbable anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schwarzenegger' s fans:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone,Set her free,SHE'LL BE BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over possessive person :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f you love someone don't set her free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MBA :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someone set her free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;instantaneously and look for others simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychologist :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someoneset her free, If she comes back her super ego is dominant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't come back her id is supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If she doesn't go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she must be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somnabulist :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you love someoneset her free, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If she comes back it's a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't, you must be dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERP functional expert :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someoneset her free, If she comes back, map her into your system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't, carry out a gap-fit analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finance expert :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someoneset her free, If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marketing Specialist :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you love someoneset her free, If she comes back she has brand loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new market&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But before i leave...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i SAVE the Last Dance for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-6515117485561185682?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-2003946609162186337</id><published>2008-11-21T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:26:42.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabi ni Bobby Ong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ayon kay Bob Ong:&lt;br /&gt;1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;br /&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;br /&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;br /&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka."&lt;br /&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;br /&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As my friend says, no.6 really fits me. Ouch!! Ganon?  Do i have to start flirting na? Well, who's the unlucky guy?  Ewww? I don't even know how.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can someone help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-2003946609162186337?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2003946609162186337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=2003946609162186337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/2003946609162186337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/2003946609162186337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabi-ni-bobby-ong.html' title='Sabi ni Bobby Ong'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-7745433601242463089</id><published>2008-11-07T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:18:40.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's been four years now, and the feelings are still the same. I still really miss you. I always try hard not to be sad and think only the good memories that we'd shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still clearly remember how we met in a conference that our company held. We didn't know each other due to different lines of work. I only knew your name from my friend who happened to be your friend also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if fate interfered. The management were formed us into one group which gave us time to know better and much closer. I still remember, when we were having a coffee break, one of your teammate asked me what my type of guy is. I quickly replied, "Of course, I want him to be hard working, thoughtful and he has sense of humor. It should be with same age or at least five years older than me but not ten years ahead of me". Then I noticed all of your teammates stared at you. We never knew that time that your teammates were planning and playing cupid on us. We didn't know who gave them the idea! Why? Because I have love plan that time! And that is to make my long waited crush to fall for me. But it was not you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate interfered again. Or is it your younger brother and teammates again? We were given a tasked to cook for them, to create a mini proposal project. I hate what peers (our bosses, colleagues and friends) were doing. They're all keeping their eyes on us, seriously watching us. I knew it so I planned my counter attack. My childish thing arose, I gave you a plastic toy cockroach coz I heard you are totally scared of it! And voila! I scared you to death! Ha-ha-ha. You even had a nightmare, you dreamt of me holding the cockroach while chasing you! That was made you get mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bosses interfered again. We were given a project that we would work for seven months together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the story short, we started to know each other better. Oy! Your funny jokes were not somewhat corny with your matching heartily laugh. You also never forgot to bring or cook delicious food for me especially at night when I didn’t have the time to prepare it myself. And on my birthday, you sang my favorite song while playing the guitar (you're not really prepared, huh!) Wow! I never realized I started to like you. After four months, we mutually agreed to build a serious relationship. You became more thoughtful and loving boyfriend and bestfriend as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, I secretly asked my boss to transfer me to another project because I wanted a more challenging one and pursued my own career. I knew you never liked the idea but then you tried hard to understand me. You let me do the things I wanted to do even if it would cost our separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four months of exchanging letters and chatting via internet, we did get a chance to meet again. We planned to introduce our relationship to our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet in Manila but never happened. And will never be happened again. I got a call from my boss that you're totally gone. You had a car accident on the way to our meeting place. I felt my heart shattered into pieces, felt numb, thinking that it was just a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been four years, but still the feelings are still the same. You never knew that during the time when were not seeing each other I had a stick pad always with me and every time I think of something to share with you, I quickly wrote it. I told myself I would give all my small notes (be it senseless or what) the next time we meet. You never knew how much I missed you and am still missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprise when your sister in law told me that you already informed your parents that you were planning to get married and were planning a marriage proposal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew the feeling of opening your eyes every morning and trying to find a hundred reasons to live and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that it was you who wiped my tears and touched my hair when I was crying at night. Or was it just a dream? But I knew it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I asked God why this should be happened. Why is it that my love is not enough for you to stay with me? Until now, I couldn't find an answer. My friends kept telling me that maybe there's a better and right guy for me. But how could I choose a better guy when I finally found the best in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you're not happy with what you're seeing right now. Believe me, I'm trying very hard to be happy everyday because I know this is what you want and what I want, too. However, I know you're proud of me because I am brave enough to face the challenges of life. I will never disappoint you, my dear. Though, there were times when I want to give up but I know that there's life ahead of me, that you will never give up (on your own way)on finding and making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God has a best plan for me. I don't know yet but I know he has coz I know He wants me to be happy, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A message from my bestfriend:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They say people come and go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But the truth is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No one really disappears from your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;People never really leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Their roles just change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-7745433601242463089?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7745433601242463089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=7745433601242463089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/7745433601242463089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/7745433601242463089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-him.html' title='For Him'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-7815765024275464531</id><published>2008-10-31T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:25:08.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was 14 years old then when my mom left us. That was my first broken heart and felt the feeling of insecurity and uncertainty. Questions were all rushing on my mind. Who's gonna take care of me, my dad and my siblings? Who's gonna wait for us at our home when we got back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm not a sweet and caring girl who often say the words, "I love you, Mom", but believe me I do. You're the best ever nanay in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was sad, you always made me laugh. You even acted as gay and impersonate fashion models just to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time we walked around at 12pm just to find balut to eat for our midnight snack. Wow! Grabe trip ni nanay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss the perfect hug you had given to us whenever we were afraid of thunderstorms, the perfect care whenever we got sick and the perfect kiss whenever we were in trouble. Not to mention, you always cook each and everyone's favorite dishes even it was hard for you to budget my father's salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, you're still watching us from heaven. I'm pretty sure, you always ask God not to put too much burden on us or that whenever we're in doubt, hurt or scared you and God hug us to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Don't worry mom, you can be proud of your children. Though, we're not together coz of our line of work, we always see to it that we're always be there for everyone whenever one of us has a problem. We always take care of tatay too, always understand and consider his feelings especially that he's too old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry mom, I'm not a crying baby anymore. Though, I cried at times, I become more and more brave to face challenges in life because you taught me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and I always love you, nanay.&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/1317671863568989581-7815765024275464531?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7815765024275464531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=7815765024275464531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/7815765024275464531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/7815765024275464531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/tribute-to-my-mom.html' title='A Tribute to my Mom'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-5116555423505224530</id><published>2008-10-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:24:32.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY cOuRaGe cAkE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQYFtiLqnBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t8QfZOMRHDo/s1600-h/courage_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261899494456990738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQYFtiLqnBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t8QfZOMRHDo/s200/courage_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I really really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to bake a cake for you. I hope you will like it. Ann taught me how to bake a cake and I know this is simple task but this means a lot to me. I even called this cake a "courage cake" coz for some reasons. First, I disturbed Ann to teach me how to do that on our most precious holiday (when we were supposed to go for shopping).Second, I put all my efforts on baking a cake, as Ann said I was very serious while I was doing it. Third, this is my first time to prepare a cake for my very special love …. My three nephews (who else!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am longing to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I have to wait for seven long months to go home and see you; and now I am making a to-do and where-to-go list for my one month vacation. The good news is: dyaraaaan…. I will spend my whole month vacation with you, my little princes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is my way of making it up with you. Remember, the last time I went home and spent my vacation. I went out with my friends most of the time and kept you waiting. My favorite nephew even slept on my bed, was waiting for me for long hours. I'm sorry, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my to-do and where-to-go list. I hope you'll love this. Any suggestions? You are free to do so. Just let me know, okay? Well, take a look at my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit the hometown of your mom and I. Wow, guys I'll show you the park where your mom and I used to play till sunset. Of course, our childhood is not complete, if I will not tell you how we climbed mango trees when were young! You bet! I remember, your mom was always scolding you whenever she saw you climbing the trees (Ha-ha-ha! Now, she knew what was our mother's feeling when we were doing that kind of thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. Visit Manila Zoo and Luneta Park – Aiyo! This is where my favorite nephew's favorite place. Come to think of it, maybe the animals from the Zoo are reminding him of his father and his relatives from father's side! (Joke! Peace, guys!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. Watching movies like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings for the nth time. I'll never get bored watching movies with you, guys. I even am starting to collect dvd movies that suits your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. How about eating irresistible barbecue, balut, kwek-kwek and tukneneng? I'll teach you also how to eat not-so ripe papaya with vinegar, or guava w/ vinegar. I'm sure, you're imagining how many mangoes w/ alamang or bagoong are we going to eat. Wow! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. Hmmmm….wanna try stargazing at night from our rooftop and wait for the wishing star till we get stiff neck? He-he-he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;6. I'll teach you how to make a kite and make it fly high. (Nah, am I dreaming, I don't know how to do that!) But for you, I'll try or maybe I'll ask somebody to teach me first. Does anybody know how to do it? C'mon, I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;7. Of course, how can I forget, your Jollibee's favorite chicken joy! Eat till you drop, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;8. I'm on a diet but for you, my dear ones, I'll forget it for the meantime coz…dyaraan… I'll join you in eating keloggs w/ milk on your midnight snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;9. And… baking a courage cake for you! I know, only your mom can bake your favorite cake but don't underestimate me, huh. I'm 100% sure, you will love my mouth-watering cake. Oooohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not enough. Don't worry your pretty tita is still thinking of the ways how to make it more enjoyable and unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just hope that I can make you happy, my princes. Though, I know you still want your mom besides you. Just try to understand, she's working hard in a foreign country (just like me) to give you a better life but then, always remember that she's always thinking of you everyday. The reason why she has the courage to live is because of you, my princes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-5116555423505224530?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5116555423505224530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=5116555423505224530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/5116555423505224530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/5116555423505224530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-courage-cake.html' title='mY cOuRaGe cAkE'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQYFtiLqnBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t8QfZOMRHDo/s72-c/courage_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317671863568989581.post-905688185389265990</id><published>2008-10-17T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:19:48.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;17 Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;9:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nin Hao!&lt;br /&gt;Finally…. I got the courage to publish what's in my mind.This is my very long time great wish since I was in high school…. That is to become a writer. Who cares??? Even if nobody wants to read my writings, even if nobody cares, who cares as long as I'm gonna fulfill one of my greatest dream. (ha-ha-ha). But there's one greatest wish that I wish it to happen. That is…… my greatest crush Wu Chun and Atom Araullo would visit my blog and make a comment on this (Wow). What do you think, huh? Nevertheless, this is enough, to be able to write what's on my mind and my heart is really a big success for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, guys. Bear with me. Does it sound overboard? This is me. And this is my first time to voice out my feelings, (whew!) Whatta great feeling! Wanting to know the real me. The reality inside my closet, he-he-he.Dyan dyarararan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inviting you to join me with my melodramatic life, laugh with me, cry with me, fight with me and work hard with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally…after a long time, even nobody wants to listen what's inside me, I know someday, somehow there's someone out there who's gonna have an interest to get to know my real feelings. I am still waiting for that wonderful moment to happen…that there's someone who will never get tired to give me support, to listen to all my crazy thoughts, impossible ideas, radical opinions. Although, he will disagree but still he will try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally…after a long time, I become the real me. Though, my friends knew me that I am always brave and they even thought me that I have a cold heart with no emotions at all. They even thought me a Big brother, Ge, Pare or Kuya. Hey, do I look like a guy or a gay? Ewwww, guys, I'm 100% a lady (A-ha). Hey, I think my friends will never ever think that I can write my sentiments through this. (Ha-ha-ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, time for me to sign out. Till then, guys. Just wait for my upcoming small things to reveal from my messy closet. Gudnyt. Mwaaaaahhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1317671863568989581-905688185389265990?l=dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/905688185389265990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1317671863568989581&amp;postID=905688185389265990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/905688185389265990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1317671863568989581/posts/default/905688185389265990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwinterbutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>winter butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903055087139569834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4wiBpjBKes/SQr5seo_ylI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rKQu00gLVT0/S220/30102008043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
