<?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-6973431834740936601</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:42.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da butterfly show</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-2980031401602967269</id><published>2009-11-23T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:08:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep believing..</title><content type='html'>faith is the answer for everything.. faith in God is the most powerful in every way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for always being there.. who never live and forsake us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always there whatever troublesome we have.. and what ever problems .. we have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-2980031401602967269?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1086919060949745574</id><published>2009-11-17T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:08:10.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still here..</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.. but andito pah din ako.. ganun pa din..and things are not getting better.. but getting worst.. i thought unti unting aayos.. dahil my malaki ng rason.. i thought, i was enough for the changes.. But things got worst.. It's like a cancer, that a doctor keeps on giving you hope but if the cancer is to stubborn to get away from you it will still kill no matter how many chemo therapies you'll be into.. Every stage of the therapy is different kinds of pain.. sa problems, sa 1st situation medyo tolerable ant pah epal lang.. sa pangalawa medyo mabigat at my dedmhan issue nah ng ilang days.. on the next stage, halos sobrang bigat na.. na you seems to not to care for each other anymore at madaming tao na ang na aapektuhan at nagiging involve.. involvement nah andami ng issue ang napapasok at madaming ng opinions ang napasok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO naayos siya.. in a while, you are happy.. the pain is covered..the pain is temporary silent but unti- unti may mga papasok nnamang issues.. and here it goes again.. kelangan ulit dumaan sa chemo therapy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaasa nalang ba ako.. pilit nating binbago yung mga sarili natin kasi we can never change other people naman e, sila lang ang mkaka pag bago sa mga sarili nila.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi nalang bang tayo ang iintindi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-2425287196850867913</id><published>2009-07-06T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:51:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-what if love is not enough to cover the pain?-</title><content type='html'>your happy.. its what your mind is shouting.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your heart is in pain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes , you love him.. but is it enough to ignore everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it enough that a simple sorry would stop the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it enough to cry and sit down for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it solve everything if there is no words to utter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hug and kiss to make up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will love be dominant in every aspect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if happiness is never in the way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-2425287196850867913?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/2425287196850867913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=2425287196850867913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/2425287196850867913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/2425287196850867913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;i'm irritated.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.. he's happy now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-5032839538284940063?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/5032839538284940063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=5032839538284940063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5032839538284940063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5032839538284940063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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memories vanish in the past.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let them take away the dust.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might had loved him before... but i don't want it no more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-8383420095676378477?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/8383420095676378477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=8383420095676378477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/8383420095676378477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/8383420095676378477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-7780008577126920714</id><published>2009-01-21T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:14:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICOLE SCHERZINGER HAPPILY EVER AFTER LYRICS</title><content type='html'>"I don't think I want this anymore," &lt;br /&gt;As she drops the ring to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;She says to herself, "You've left before," (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;"This time you will stay gone, that's for sure." (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he shattered something else &lt;br /&gt;To drag her suitcase down the path, &lt;br /&gt;To the driveway. &lt;br /&gt;She had never gone that far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally this would be &lt;br /&gt;the time that she &lt;br /&gt;would let him talk her out of leaving, &lt;br /&gt;But this time, without crying, &lt;br /&gt;as she got into her car, she said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;"No &lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After' &lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me. &lt;br /&gt;Because finally, &lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;br /&gt;I deserve better, after all (ooooh) &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another teardrop fall." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she drove away she starts to smile, (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;Realized she hadn't for a while. &lt;br /&gt;No destination, she drove for miles &lt;br /&gt;Wondering why she stayed in such denial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was laughing about the way he shattered something else (shattered something else) &lt;br /&gt;To drag her suitcase down the path, &lt;br /&gt;to the driveway (to the driveway), &lt;br /&gt;she had never gone that far (oh, no) &lt;br /&gt;Normally this would be, the time that she (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;would let him talk her out of leaving, but this time, without crying, &lt;br /&gt;as she got into her car, she said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No &lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After' &lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me &lt;br /&gt;(that just ain't for me) &lt;br /&gt;Because finally, &lt;br /&gt;I know I deserve better &lt;br /&gt;After all &lt;br /&gt;(that just ain't for me, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another teardrop fall." &lt;br /&gt;[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done, I'm done, said I'm so done, (so done, yeah). &lt;br /&gt;I'm free, I'm free, so free &lt;br /&gt;Free to feel the way I feel, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inhales a breath she'd never breathed before &lt;br /&gt;Don't want no drama no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she says " No &lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After' (after) &lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me" (oh, oh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;"I know (I know) &lt;br /&gt;I deserve, better after all (ooooh/Don't wanna be/breathe) &lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never let another teardrop fall" &lt;br /&gt;(I'm done, I'm done) &lt;br /&gt;"No &lt;br /&gt;'Happily Never After' (so done) &lt;br /&gt;(I'm free, I, free) &lt;br /&gt;That just ain't for me" (that just ain't for me) &lt;br /&gt;because finally, &lt;br /&gt;I know (I'm done, I'm done) I deserve better (so done), after all &lt;br /&gt;(I'm free, I'm free)/(ooooooooo) &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another teardrop fall" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trailing vocals, "I'm done, "I'm done" "I'm done", &lt;br /&gt;"I'm done, so done, so done") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm done, I'm done, I'm done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7780008577126920714?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/7780008577126920714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=7780008577126920714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7780008577126920714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7780008577126920714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2009/01/nicole-scherzinger-happily-ever-after.html' title='NICOLE SCHERZINGER HAPPILY EVER AFTER LYRICS'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-3422878695793489441</id><published>2009-01-14T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:57:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~bitterness won't contribute to good health~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-3422878695793489441?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/3422878695793489441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Inlove</title><content type='html'>You must be happy, you look wonderful, never seen you look so fine&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all about her, you're mad about her&lt;br /&gt;You talk about her all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love her, she's given you everything you'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;Though I still adore you, I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's too late for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The only love I ever wanted is gone forever, I can never put my world together&lt;br /&gt;So much in love, I know you'll never come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, love doesn't come to you every minute&lt;br /&gt;If you hold back, someone else will win it&lt;br /&gt;If you gotta love, put your heart right in it, never set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think it over, and you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryin' to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Know she'll never love you the way I love you&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't miss your chance this time&lt;div 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speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-5887629001219863433</id><published>2009-01-07T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:00:50.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; H  a  P  p  Y &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   N  e  W &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y E a R ! ! ! ! !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-5887629001219863433?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/5887629001219863433/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-3032511451000882596</id><published>2008-12-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW  TO CONTROL EMOTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;  Ang  naunang magalit ang may karapatang magalit. Pag  naunahan ka na ng galit niya, tumahimik ka na  lang muna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; Walang taong nag-aaway  mag-isa. Pag hindi kayo sumagot o pumatol,  titigil din daw ang taong nakikipag- away sa  inyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt; Ang  taong galit, 'bingi.' If someone is angry, wala  raw pinakikinggan, so, don't try to explain and  fight back. Hindi ka niya iintindihin dahil wala  siyang naririnig kundi ang sarili nya.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt; Ang  taong galit, 'abnoy.' Ayon sa pastor, Biblical  daw ito? because the Lord said when He was  crucified, "Father, patawarin mo sila dahil  hindi nila alam ang kanilang ginagawa." Modern  term for these kinds of people are abnoys, so  you better not get angry para huwag kang matawag  na abnoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  should also know and realize that the persons  who make your day bad are  jewels, because  you need them for you to mature. Hangga't andyan  daw sila at kinaiinisan mo, ibig sabihin,  immature ka pa. God will not take away those  people; it's for you to take away your bad  feelings towards them. You'll know na mature ka  na pag dumating 'yung time na hindi ka na  naiinis sa mga taong ito because you have  learned to accept them and to have patience with  them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt;  Finally, the best part of  this is to tell yourself na, because of this  person, "I will grow mature," and that DAHIL SA  CONTRIBUTION NIYA SA MATURITY MO, KUKUNIN DIN  SYA NI LORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-3032511451000882596?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/3032511451000882596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=3032511451000882596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3032511451000882596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3032511451000882596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-control-emotions.html' title='HOW  TO CONTROL EMOTIONS'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-8459740231748811051</id><published>2008-12-03T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:12:56.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The price of hate and pardon</title><content type='html'>By Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my notes for the year 1989 I come across some sentences jotted down from a conversation I had with J, whom I call my “master.” At that time we were talking about an unknown mystic called Kenan Rifai, about whom little has been written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Kenan Rifai says that when people praise us we should watch how we behave,” says J, “because that means that we hide our faults very well. Finally we end up believing that we are better than we think and then the next step is to let ourselves be dominated by a false feeling of security that will eventually set up dangers all around us.” &lt;br /&gt;     “How can we be attentive to the opportunities that life gives us?”&lt;br /&gt;     “If you have only two opportunities, learn how to turn them into twelve. When you have twelve they will multiply automatically. That is why Jesus says: “he who has a lot will have a lot more given. He who has little will have that little taken from him.” &lt;br /&gt;     “That is one of the harshest sentences in the Gospels. But I have noticed throughout my life that it is absolutely true. So how can we identify the opportunities?”&lt;br /&gt;     “Pay attention to every moment, because the opportunity - the “magic instant” – is within our reach, although we always let it pass by because we feel guilty. So try not to waste your time blaming yourself: the universe will see to correcting you if you’re not worthy of what you’re doing.” &lt;br /&gt;     “And how is the universe going to correct me?”&lt;br /&gt;     “It won’t be through tragedies; these happen because they are part of life, and they should not be thought of as punishment. Generally the universe shows us that we are wrong when it takes away what is most important to us: our friends. &lt;br /&gt;     “Kenan Rifai was a man who helped many people find themselves and to achieve a harmonious relation with life. Even so, some of those people proved to be ungrateful and never even turned their head to say ‘thanks’. They turned to him only when their lives were in a state of utter confusion. Rifai helped them again without mentioning the past: he was a man with many friends and the ungrateful always ended up on their own.”&lt;br /&gt;     “Those are fine words but I don’t know if I am capable of pardoning ingratitude so easily.” &lt;br /&gt;     “It’s very difficult. But there is no choice: if you don’t pardon, then you’ll think about the pain they caused you and that pain will never go away. I’m not saying that you have to like those who do you wrong. I’m not telling you to go back to that person’s company. I’m not suggesting that you start seeing that person as an angel or as someone who acted without any hurtful intentions. All I am saying is that the energy of hate will take you nowhere, but the energy of pardon which manifests itself through love will manage to change your life in a positive sense.” &lt;br /&gt;     “I have been hurt many times.” &lt;br /&gt;     “That’s the reason that you still bear within yourself the little boy who cried hiding from his parents, the boy who was the weakest in his class. You still bear the marks of that frail little boy who could never find a girlfriend and was never good at sports. You haven’t managed to chase off the scars of some injustices they committed against you during your life. But what good does that do you? None at all. Absolutely nothing. Just a constant desire to feel sorry for yourself for being the victim of those who were stronger. Or else dress up like an avenger ready to inflict more wounds on those who hurt you. Don’t you think you’re wasting your time with all that?”&lt;br /&gt;     “I think it’s human.” &lt;br /&gt;     “It’s certainly human. But it’s neither intelligent nor reasonable. Respect your time on this Earth, understand that God has always pardoned you, and learn to pardon too.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After this conversation with J, which took place just before I traveled to spend 40 days in the Mojave desert in the United States, I began to understand better the boy, the adolescent, the hurt adult I once was. One morning, going from the Valley of Death in California to Tucson in Arizona, I made a mental list of everyone I thought I hated because they had hurt me. I went along pardoning them one by one and six hours later, in Tucson, my soul felt so light and my life had changed much for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-8459740231748811051?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/8459740231748811051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=8459740231748811051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/8459740231748811051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/8459740231748811051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/12/price-of-hate-and-pardon.html' title='The price of hate and pardon'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-7591267491246376204</id><published>2008-12-03T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:11:11.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt and Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>By: Paolo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his pilgrimage to Mecca, a holy man was suddenly aware of God's presence beside him. He fell into a trance, knelt down, hid his face and prayed:&lt;br /&gt;     'Lord, I ask only one thing in my life, that You give me the grace never to offend You.'&lt;br /&gt;     'I cannot give you that grace,' replied the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;     Surprised, the man asked why.&lt;br /&gt;     'If you never offend me, I will have no reason to forgive you,' he heard the Lord say. 'And if I have no need to forgive you, you will soon forget the importance of being merciful to others. Therefore, continue on your way with Love, and allow me to forgive you now and then, so that you do not forget this virtue either.'&lt;br /&gt;     The story clearly illustrates our own problems with guilt and forgiveness. When we were children, we would often overhear our mother saying: 'My child only behaved foolishly because he got into bad company. He's a very good boy really.'&lt;br /&gt;     And so we never took responsibility for our actions, never asked for forgiveness and ended up forgetting that we must also be generous with those who offend us. The act of forgiveness has nothing to do with feelings of guilt or cowardice: we all make mistakes and it is only by occasionally stumbling that we can improve and progress. On the other hand, if we are too tolerant of our own behaviour - especially when this hurts other people - we become isolated and incapable of correcting our path.&lt;br /&gt;     How can we drive out guilt, but at the same time be capable of asking forgiveness for any mistakes we make?&lt;br /&gt;     There are no easy formulae, but there is good sense: we should judge the results of our actions and not the intentions behind them. Deep down, everyone is good, but that is irrelevant and will not heal any wounds we might inflict. Here is a beautiful story that illustrates precisely what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;     When he was small, Cosroes had a teacher who helped him to become an outstanding student in all his subjects. One afternoon, the teacher punished him severely, apparently for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;     Years later, Cosroes acceded to the throne. One of his first actions was to summon his former schoolmaster and demand an explanation for the injustice he had committed. &lt;br /&gt;     'Why did you punish me when I had done nothing wrong?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;     'When I saw how intelligent you were, I knew at once that you would inherit the throne from your father,' replied his teacher. 'And so I decided to show you how injustice can mark a man for life. Now that you know that,' the teacher went on, 'I hope you will never punish another person without good reason.'&lt;br /&gt;     This reminds me too of a conversation I had over supper once in Kyoto. The Korean teacher Tae-Chang Kim was talking about the differences between Western thought and Eastern thought.&lt;br /&gt;     'Both our civilisations have a golden rule. In the West, you say: 'Do as you would be done by.' This means that a loving person establishes a model of happiness which he tries to impose on all those he meets.&lt;br /&gt;     The golden rule in the East appears to be almost the same: 'Never do to others what you would not want done to you.' This is based on an understanding of all the things that make us unhappy, including having to obey a model of happiness imposed on us by others - and that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;     In order to improve the world, we do not impose our own way of showing our love, we try instead to avoid making others suffer.'&lt;br /&gt;     So show respect and care when dealing with your fellow man. Jesus said: 'You shall know them by their fruits.' And old Arab proverb says: 'God judges the tree by its fruits, not by its roots.' And according to a popular proverb: 'The beater forgets the beating, the beaten never do.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7591267491246376204?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/7591267491246376204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=7591267491246376204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7591267491246376204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7591267491246376204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/12/guilt-and-forgiveness.html' title='Guilt and Forgiveness'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1948843153424620954</id><published>2008-11-27T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:02:44.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms”</title><content type='html'>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. &gt;From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1948843153424620954?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1948843153424620954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1948843153424620954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1948843153424620954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1948843153424620954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title='“When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms”'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6462631696919441815</id><published>2008-11-25T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:57:09.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF THREE LITTLE WORDS</title><content type='html'>Some of the most significant messages people deliver to one another often come in just three words. When spoken or conveyed, those statements have the power to forge new friendships, deepen old ones and restore relationships that have cooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following three word phrases can enrich every relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE&lt;/strong&gt; - Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we are truly present for other people, important things happen to them and to us. We are renewed in love and friendship. We are restored emotionally and spiritually. 'Being there' is at the very, very core of civility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/strong&gt; - Perhaps more friendship and marriages could be salvaged and strengthened if couples simply and sincerely said to each other, "I miss you." This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired&lt;br /&gt;and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RESPECT YOU&lt;/strong&gt; - Respect is another way of showing love. Respect conveys the feeling that another person is a true equal. It is a powerful way to affirm the importance of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; - This phrase is highly effective in diffusing an argument and restoring frayed emotions. The flip side of "maybe you're right" is the humility of admitting "maybe I'm wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE FORGIVE ME&lt;/strong&gt; - Many broken relationships could be restored and healed if people would admit their mistakes and ask for forgiveness. All of us are vulnerable to faults, foibles and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own up to he has been in the wrong, which is by saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; - Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy. People who enjoy the companionship of good, close friends are those who don't take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted often do not have the attitude of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNT ON &lt;/strong&gt;ME - "A friend is one who walks in when others walk out." "Loyalty is an essential ingredient for true friendship; it is the emotional glue that bonds people. Those who are rich in their relationships tend to be steady and true friends. When troubles come, a good friend is there, indicating "you can count on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET ME HELP&lt;/strong&gt; - The best of friends see a need and try to fill it. When they spot a hurt they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they pitch in and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I UNDERSTAND YOU&lt;/strong&gt; - People become closer and enjoy each other more if they feel the other person accepts and understands them. Letting others know in so many little ways that you understand him or her is one of the most powerful tools for healing your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO FOR IT&lt;/strong&gt; - Some of your friends may be non-conformists, have unique projects and unusual hobbies. Support them in pursuing their interests. Rather than urging your loved ones to conform, encourage their uniqueness - everyone has dreams that no one else has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6462631696919441815?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6462631696919441815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6462631696919441815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6462631696919441815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6462631696919441815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-three-little-words.html' title='THE POWER OF THREE LITTLE WORDS'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-9137393817677941059</id><published>2008-11-11T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:54:12.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again..</title><content type='html'>one more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-9137393817677941059?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/9137393817677941059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=9137393817677941059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/9137393817677941059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/9137393817677941059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/again.html' title='again..'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4051919083448007923</id><published>2008-11-06T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:20:52.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREATEST ADVICE</title><content type='html'>Rick Warren, the Purpose Driven Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't date because you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you are miserable. &lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend. &lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough &amp; know better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder. &lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stagnate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right. &lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your biological&lt;br /&gt;clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid for some of&lt;br /&gt;life's more hasty decisions. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions &amp; be the best of what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and&lt;br /&gt;dangerous liaisons. &lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't commit when you are not ready. &lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Love Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Walk barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.&lt;br /&gt;You drive yourself to your destination. &lt;br /&gt;No one completes you - except YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't true that life does not get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love. &lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life&lt;br /&gt;that you'll never get back. &lt;br /&gt;Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give to&lt;br /&gt;someone is your time.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is&lt;br /&gt;T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide&lt;br /&gt;for others, but how much we give of ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4051919083448007923?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4051919083448007923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4051919083448007923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4051919083448007923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4051919083448007923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/greatest-advice.html' title='THE GREATEST ADVICE'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1207566243554077665</id><published>2008-11-06T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:16:02.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management</title><content type='html'>Here's a good one on how to manage the stress in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.  The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.  If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my right arm.  If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.  "In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management.  If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.  When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down.  Don’t carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow.  Whatever burdens you’re carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can."  "Relax; pick them up later after you've rested.  Life is short. Enjoy it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1207566243554077665?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1207566243554077665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1207566243554077665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1207566243554077665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1207566243554077665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/stress-management.html' title='Stress Management'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4068872028433659587</id><published>2008-11-05T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:13:49.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>The Lord is my Shepherd = &lt;em&gt;That's Relationship!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not want = &lt;em&gt;That's Supply!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He maketh me to lie down in green pastures = &lt;em&gt;That's Rest!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me beside the still waters = &lt;em&gt;That's Refreshment!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He restoreth my soul = &lt;em&gt;That's Healing!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness = &lt;em&gt;That's Guidance!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His name sake = &lt;em&gt;That's Purpose!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of t he shadow of death = &lt;em&gt;That's Testing!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil = &lt;em&gt;That's Protection!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thou art with me = &lt;em&gt;That's Faithfulness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me = &lt;em&gt;That's Discipline!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies = &lt;em&gt;That's Hope! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou annointes t my head with oil = &lt;em&gt;That's Consecration! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over = &lt;em&gt;That's Abundance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life =&lt;em&gt;That's Blessing ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord = &lt;em&gt;That's Security!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever = &lt;em&gt;That's Eternity!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4068872028433659587?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4068872028433659587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4068872028433659587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4068872028433659587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4068872028433659587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4423912326801898073</id><published>2008-11-05T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:03:12.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful and Meaningful Message for All</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS SO SHORT. &lt;br /&gt;SO, THINK WHAT IS GOOD, &lt;br /&gt;SPEAK WHAT IS KIND, &lt;br /&gt;AND TRY TO LIVE YOUR BEST, &lt;br /&gt;THEN THIS WORLD WILL BE BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL TO YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MONEY IS LOST NOTHING IS LOST. &lt;br /&gt;WHEN HEALTH IS LOST SOMETHING IS LOST. &lt;br /&gt;WHEN CHARACTER IS LOST EVERYTHING IS LOST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE LIKE A CANDLE, &lt;br /&gt;WHICH BURNS ITSELF, &lt;br /&gt;BUT GIVES LIGHT TO OTHERS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSE YOUR OWN TERMS UPON LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL HAVE TO ACCEPT THE TERMS OF OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK BACKWARDS WITH GRATITUDE, &lt;br /&gt;UPWARDS WITH CONFIDENCE &lt;br /&gt;AND FORWARDS WITH HOPE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN YOU TRULY CARE FOR SOMEONE, &lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T LOOK FOR FAULTS, &lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T LOOK FOR ANSWERS, &lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T LOOK FOR MISTAKES, &lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD YOU FIGHT THE MISTAKES, &lt;br /&gt;YOU ACCEPT THE FAULTS, &lt;br /&gt;AND YOU OVERLOOK THE EXCUSES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless ^_~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4423912326801898073?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4423912326801898073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4423912326801898073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4423912326801898073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4423912326801898073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-and-meaningful-message-for.html' title='Beautiful and Meaningful Message for All'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6436995240357771644</id><published>2008-11-03T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:43:36.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don’t have to talk to be a good salesperson</title><content type='html'>by: Terence Hockenhull, Business World, Oct. 31 – Nov. 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most salespersons like to think of themselves as gregarious and outgoing in nature. To this end, they display a high degree of personal confidence and generally find it easy to talk to complete strangers quickly establishing rapport. Yet reliance on rapport building as a means to selling is not an effective strategy. Today’s business decisions are based on a very solid grounding of common sense and meeting specific business objectives. &lt;br /&gt;Return on investment, value for money and advantages accruing as a result of buying capital equipment or availing of services are all carefully considered before a final agreement is reached and the vendor advised of a successful sale. &lt;br /&gt;Because the salesperson happens to be a personable individual who can talk at length about topics of common interest (basketball, politics, hobbies, mutual friends and associates, etc.) doesn’t mean he will win the business. At the end of the day, the decision to buy from him will only be made if he has demonstrated that he has the best solution to meet the customer’s needs. &lt;br /&gt;Yet it is certainly true that establishing rapport is important here in the Philippines. It seems that everyone wants a very personal relationship before they are willing to transact business. &lt;br /&gt;I agree that time should be set aside in every sales call to get to know the client (and give him the chance to get to know you) but the days when a couple of leisurely hours could be spent over a cup of coffee are long gone. Increasing demands to achieve more with less staff in less time make time a premium commodity. &lt;br /&gt;I helped to conduct a survey for one of my clients where we tracked the amount of time each salesperson spent with his clients. We found that some members of the sales team were spending three to four times as many hours in sales meetings as others. There was a direct correlation between the time clients devoted to sales meetings and their position in the organization. &lt;br /&gt;Supervisors and rank-and-file would regularly sit in meetings of two to three hours. Managers and senior executives restricted sales calls to 30 minutes or so. Yet what is more telling about this survey is that despite all the additional time spent with the more junior personnel, the salespersons who only dealt with senior personnel enjoyed considerably more success. &lt;br /&gt;The only reason for a salesperson to meet with a client (in a sales meeting) is to establish problems and needs and sell an appropriate solution. As I have said, there is nothing wrong with devoting a small amount of time to the preliminaries. I think it is a good idea to get to know the client before getting down to the nitty-gritty details. Nonetheless, a salesperson shouldn’t discount the opportunities of building rapport through professional selling practices. &lt;br /&gt;If the seller does all the talking, he is going to find it difficult to do this. It is up to the salesperson to get the client to talk about his (company’s) problems and needs. The best way of doing this is to ask appropriately worded questions that will encourage the client to identify the difficulties he is currently having and express interest in improving the situation. (If the client has no problems or needs, the sales call should be terminated sooner rather than later. There is little point in wasting time with a client who is not going to buy anything from you.) &lt;br /&gt;I have heard the argument that even if the client doesn’t want to buy at that time, it is still worth talking to him if only to establish goodwill and generate interest in meeting again at a later date. There may be some truth in this, however, it is worth considering the following. &lt;br /&gt;If the salesperson has spent 30 minutes telling the client all about products that he doesn’t want or need to buy, one can hardly blame the customer for thinking his time has been wasted. &lt;br /&gt;The key is to ask questions. A good place to start is to ask for general information that will provide a clear picture of the company or individual. What sort of equipment are they using? How big is the work force? Do they already have the product or service offered? &lt;br /&gt;Professional salespersons know that questions of this type are easy to ask and easily answered by the customer. Nonetheless, they also know that much time can be spent on these issues to the detriment of uncovering more important data. For this reason, they will collect much of this information before making the sales call. &lt;br /&gt;Clients buy because they have needs. Problems with existing equipment or a lack of a particular service will often be the root cause of needs. Thus, the customer should be asked about problems, difficulties, dissatisfactions and concerns. Commonly referred to as "probing," the salesperson gets the client to state what is happening now and then encourages him to express what he would like to see happen in the future. &lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, clients who admit having problems often reject proposed solutions. Simply put, they have little or no desire to solve the problem because they think it is impossible to do so or because the cost of fixing the issues will be too high. &lt;br /&gt;Needs might be defined as problems the customer wants to address. Creating a desire to solve problems is the key. Asking questions that make the client focus on the positive outcomes of solving problems can do this. When customers think about problems, they are less receptive to solutions. &lt;br /&gt;Get them to consider how much better things will be once the problem has been addressed and they will be more ready to listen to a sales pitch for an appropriate product or service. &lt;br /&gt;If there is any single mistake made by salespersons, it is talking too much and not asking enough questions. Selling is interactive and demands that the opinions, ideas, problems and needs of the client are discussed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6436995240357771644?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6436995240357771644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6436995240357771644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6436995240357771644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6436995240357771644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-dont-have-to-talk-to-be-good.html' title='You don’t have to talk to be a good salesperson'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4236695558344873995</id><published>2008-11-03T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:42:52.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting days</title><content type='html'>it's been a while.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many days had pass.. i miss him.. im missing him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his companion.. his smile.. his caress.. his understanding.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his love.. but it's over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do ryt now is to understand.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to deeply understand.. wat went wrong.. to come up in END.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have my fault.. i was also hurt.. i also hadmy pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not easy to do this decision but for each others sake.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes.. and said goodbye.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart stops beating.. my happiness wen away.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ader half had fallen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to both of us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just needed to part ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4236695558344873995?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4236695558344873995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>------</title><content type='html'>another bad day.. i'am trying to avoid everyting.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to cover everything.. but it just cant be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had enuf, i had so much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hurt, i was in pain, i believe, i had faith, i 've been nice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was  nice, i gave my full patience, i gave my full understanding, i had love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just did loved.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it went nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still pain.. heartaches... mistrust.. tears.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6104968635684868287?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-7022201565261501158</id><published>2008-10-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:47:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!"TBG"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SQGZhm0q8CI/AAAAAAAAABs/p_zr2NwlyqI/s1600-h/IMG-0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SQGZhm0q8CI/AAAAAAAAABs/p_zr2NwlyqI/s320/IMG-0333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260654642381647906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7022201565261501158?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SQGZhm0q8CI/AAAAAAAAABs/p_zr2NwlyqI/s72-c/IMG-0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-7052886151497334370</id><published>2008-10-15T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:58:53.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'A Good Day'</title><content type='html'>d ako nka post sa khapon.. yesterday was the day of nicole.. it's 14 kasi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i was sad of thinking or im on that day i should be sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time to time i use to think of the other side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is to be happy and to celebrate her day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should not be consider as an end day but a blessing day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz for that day love was prevailed.. love was around.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is sacrificing.. thanks to her.. thanks to nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will never stop thanking and loving her even if she is not already around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwauh.. iloveyou..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7052886151497334370?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/7052886151497334370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=7052886151497334370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7052886151497334370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7052886151497334370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-day.html' title='&apos;A Good Day&apos;'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1072246291105696398</id><published>2008-10-15T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:25:21.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of this</title><content type='html'>=======================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early to heaven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another - Remember that not one of us is without sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on your face and think: you're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1072246291105696398?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1072246291105696398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1072246291105696398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1072246291105696398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1072246291105696398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-of-this.html' title='Think of this'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-7115866964450677486</id><published>2008-10-09T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:02:49.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having a tough day with someone in the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's new d2 sa department namin.. i've been nice,&lt;br /&gt;i acomodated her very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now she seems very bossy, very demanding and it's as if &lt;br /&gt;xa lang ung may alam ng lahat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first dis is my own, comprehension but as time pass andami na plang nkaka pansin nung attitude nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talks as if, she know's everything, strategy, managing, training and even sports.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how come we cant' see it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the ader way around.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing iba iba ung sinasabi nya sa iba't ibang klase ng tao.. sna kasi i was not there to listen or para marinig mga un.. or the people she have conveyed her insights is not relayed to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya tuloy i have all this assessments to her.. i'm starting to hate her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~isa pa she annoys me nah.. People believe in me, even my boss let me handle everything and do things on my own.. Pero xa she treats me as if,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako pah ung bagohan, ako pah ung walang alam,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga bagay nah ako na ang gumgwa dati pah.. mga bagay nah ako ang nagsimula.. &lt;br /&gt;kung umasta xa it's as if she started everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a kid or her staff para itrato ng ganun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d ako tanga para lang paulit ulit nyang gawin un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----more patience lang with her.. she haven't proven herself still well.. &lt;br /&gt;kya wag siyang magyabag .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil madami pa ngang ibang boss jan but not as her attitude.. hayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7115866964450677486?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/7115866964450677486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=7115866964450677486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7115866964450677486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7115866964450677486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-having-tough-day-with-someone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-9028787007049760722</id><published>2008-10-09T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:53:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mangkok nah kahoy</title><content type='html'>NAKUKUBA na si Itay sa katandaan nang makitira sa anak, ma­ nugang na babae, at edad-4 na apo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanginginig ang kamay, nanlalabo ang paningin, nangangalos sa paglakad. Salu-salo sila sa mesa tuwing kainan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap ang matanda kumain dahil sa nginig ng kamay at labo ng mata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalalaglag ang kanin sa sahig, natatapon ang inumin sa mantel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di nagtagal naubos na ang pasensiya ng anak at manu­ gang na babae sa kalat sa kainan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dapat gawan ng paraan si Itay,” anila, “di na namin kaya ang natatapong inumin, mai­ngay na pagkain, at kalat sa sahig.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglagay ang mag-asawa ng maliit na mesita sa sulok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon mag-isang kumakain ang matanda, habang nasa hapag-kainan ang mag-anak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil nakabasag na siya ng ilang plato, nilalagay ang pagkain niya sa isang mangkok na kahoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paminsan-minsan nililingon ng mag-anak si Tanda, at pa­min­san-minsan din ay may luhang namumuo sa gilid ng mata niya. Ganunpaman, ang maririnig lang mula sa mag-asawa ay maa­anghang na salita tuwing malalaglag niya ang kutsara o maka­kalat ang pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik lang na pinagmamasdan lahat ito ng edad-4 na bata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang dapithapon, bago maghapunan, napansin ng ama ang bata na may pinaglalaruang retaso ng kahoy sa sahig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano’ng ginagawa mo?” malambing niyang inu­sisa ang bata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At buong lambing din itong tumugon: “Guma­gawa po ako ng maliit na mangkok na kahoy para pakakainan ninyo ni Mama sa sulok kapag malaki na ako.” Ang laki ng ngiti ng bata habang tinutuloy ang ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang batong tumama sa ulo ng mga magulang ang salita ng bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hindi sila nakakibo. Dumaloy lang ang luha sa kani­ lang pisngi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang usapan, pero batid na nila ang dapat gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang maghahapunan na, inakay ng mag-asawa si Itay paba­lik sa hapag- kainan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng nalabing araw niya, doon na siya muli kumain, kasabay ng pamilya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi na muli umangal ang mag-asawa tungkol sa nabibitawang kutsara, natatapon na inumin o nakakalat at mumo sa sahig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-9028787007049760722?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/9028787007049760722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=9028787007049760722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/9028787007049760722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/9028787007049760722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/10/mangkok-nah-kahoy.html' title='mangkok nah kahoy'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6721934266744388980</id><published>2008-10-03T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:18:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Man and Woman Should Know~</title><content type='html'>What a girl needs most is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a guy needs most is RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing for a girl is her HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy it’s his EGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your man his own TIME and SPACE. Let him have his time for his friends, sports, family, self, and GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship will grow old quickly if lagi kayong magkasama. Give him time to miss you and you’ll see how he will love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the guy naman is obsessed and just wants to be with you all the time, tell him you can’t respect a “puppy” for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do things differently anytime. Para kahit matagal na kayo, there is always something fresh and something new. VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting baga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover something you both like to do and enjoy it TWOgether. Doon naman sa mga bagay na magkaiba ang hilig nyo, compliment each other by learning about it kahit konti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, yung effort nyo to try will go a looooooooong way to understand him later pag may disagreement kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray with holding hands. Sounds corny noh? Maybe. But it is very powerful. Pag may takot sa Diyos and partner mo, kampante ka na di ka nya lolokohin, because he knows God sees everything he does in secret. Ikaw na ang magkusa that before you part after date, with hands held and eyes closed, pray to God to bless you two. Believe me, it’s effective. Kailanman, di corny ang magdasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in “MAGIC”. Kahit minsan di practical o walang logical na dahilan, o matrabaho, o sounds crazy sa iba, do SWEET LITTLE THINGS for the one you love kahit magmukha ka ng timang. The MEMORIES will be fun to recall later in life. The corniest song o gift o letter ang laging KABOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE LOVE brings out the best in each other. Find something good in your partner and nurture it, encourage it, and syempre, ENJOY it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’S HEALTHY TO FIGHT. Doon nyo lang maaayos ang mga differences nyo at natetest ang tatag ng relationship. Doon mo rin sya makikilala ng mabuti. It’s called TEST OF FIRE. Di mahalaga how dalas you fight. What matters is HOW OFTEN YOU MAKE BATI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nakakatakot yung relasyong sobrang perfect at laging masaya. One big fight and that’s it! And diba mas kilig yung malambing na… “uy, bati na tayo…”. But don’t overdo it. Kakapagod naman din na lagi na lang manuyo o magsori. CHOOSE THE BATTLES NA PAPATULAN MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daraan sa iba’t-ibang stages ang love especially pag matagal na kayo. Grow with it. Don’t expect it to be like nung una. ‘Coz like a student, din a ituturo sa Grade 6 yung lessons na pang-Grade 2. CHANGE WILL HAPPEN…you both will change and your love will change too. It’s up to you na lang if the change will be for the better or for the worse. LIFE IS ABOUT GROWTH. Grow with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When break-up comes and it’s time to say goodbye, don’t doubt the love just because it didn’t last. May mga bagay sa Buhay na di man nagtatagal, it doesn’t mean di na ito totoo. SOME GOOD THINGS ARE JUST NEVER MEANT TO LAST FOREVER. Okay lang yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the parting and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect tears, sorrow, sleepless nights and pain. Ika nga “ITS WHEN YOU HURT THE WORSE THAT YOU LOVE THE MOST.” Kung di ka willing masaktan, wag ka na lang magmahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE is a balance. And life is both holding on and letting go. Know when to fight for your man or woman and when to let him/her go. God will guide you kung anong dapat gawin sa kung anong sitwasyon. So dapat mataas ang signal ng langit sa cellphone ng puso mo to know His wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6721934266744388980?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6721934266744388980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6721934266744388980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6721934266744388980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6721934266744388980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-and-woman-should-know.html' title='~Man and Woman Should Know~'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-5698244395707430983</id><published>2008-10-03T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:05:58.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KaiKai &amp; MieMay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SOWaGvgaxLI/AAAAAAAAABk/RGqcIGd3mEQ/s1600-h/%5BsAychEeSe%5D-0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SOWaGvgaxLI/AAAAAAAAABk/RGqcIGd3mEQ/s320/%5BsAychEeSe%5D-0114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252773981019882674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-5698244395707430983?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/5698244395707430983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=5698244395707430983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5698244395707430983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5698244395707430983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/10/kaikai-miemay.html' title='KaiKai &amp; MieMay'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SOWaGvgaxLI/AAAAAAAAABk/RGqcIGd3mEQ/s72-c/%5BsAychEeSe%5D-0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-5541727414080542335</id><published>2008-09-30T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:02:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>-Atlantic Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1: Girl you are to me, all that a woman should be and I dedicate my life to you always.&lt;br /&gt;A love like yours is rare, it must have been sent from up above.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll stay this way, for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And we both know, that our love will grow and forever it will be, you and me. (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you're like the sun, chasing all of the rain away.&lt;br /&gt;When you come around you bring brighter days.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect one, for me and you forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you so, for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2:&lt;br /&gt;Come with me my sweet, let's go make a family.&lt;br /&gt;They will briing us joy, for always.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh boy I love you so, I can't find enough ways&lt;br /&gt;To let you know, but you can be sure I'm yours for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh...ooh...I will love you so for always.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-5541727414080542335?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/5541727414080542335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=5541727414080542335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5541727414080542335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5541727414080542335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/09/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-386387160948124103</id><published>2008-09-30T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:56:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in My Life</title><content type='html'>By: Mark Sherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not so happy being lonely&lt;br /&gt;Living without you&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed so hard for your love&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I needed you&lt;br /&gt;So I looked up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking why o why&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the caring and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;No one else like you&lt;br /&gt;I am not a preacher with a sermon&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun that shines above&lt;br /&gt;Is the magic of the changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never forget your love&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as rain falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to these words I wanna give you&lt;br /&gt;On a love so true&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget I love you and I need you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be with you&lt;br /&gt;So I just look up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking why o why&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never forget your love&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as rain falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes, these are all the many changes,&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never forget your love&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as rain falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes, these are all the many changes,&lt;br /&gt;These are all the many changes in my life (4x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-386387160948124103?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/386387160948124103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=386387160948124103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/386387160948124103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/386387160948124103'/><link rel='alternate' 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(After the story, there are some&lt;br /&gt;very interesting facts!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently&lt;br /&gt;completed my college degree.&lt;br /&gt;The last class I had to take was Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities&lt;br /&gt;that I wish every human being had been graced with.&lt;br /&gt;Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and&lt;br /&gt;document their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone&lt;br /&gt;and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake,&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband,&lt;br /&gt;youngest son, and I&lt;br /&gt;went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of&lt;br /&gt;a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then&lt;br /&gt;even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic&lt;br /&gt;welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell,&lt;br /&gt;and there standing behind me were two poor  homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he&lt;br /&gt;searched for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been&lt;br /&gt;clutching.&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind&lt;br /&gt;his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged&lt;br /&gt;and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford.&lt;br /&gt;(If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had&lt;br /&gt;to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I&lt;br /&gt;almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me,&lt;br /&gt; judging my every action.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to&lt;br /&gt;give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.&lt;br /&gt;I then walked around t he corner to the table that the men&lt;br /&gt;had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand  on&lt;br /&gt;the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said,'Thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not&lt;br /&gt;do this for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is here working through me to give you hope.'&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why&lt;br /&gt;God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.'&lt;br /&gt;We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that&lt;br /&gt;only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with&lt;br /&gt;this story in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?'&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human&lt;br /&gt;beings and being&lt;br /&gt;part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my&lt;br /&gt;husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the&lt;br /&gt;classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever&lt;br /&gt;learn:    &lt;strong&gt;   UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who may read this and learn how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1587691058611532554?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1587691058611532554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1587691058611532554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1587691058611532554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1587691058611532554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Breakfast at McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6413634709895854731</id><published>2008-09-25T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:32:52.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Rubber Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Bo Sanchez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a  crazy story I heard recently.There' s this husband who &lt;br /&gt;out of  sheer love for his wife decided to prove it to her. So he swam  the &lt;br /&gt;widest oceans, crossed the deepest rivers, and climbed the  highest &lt;br /&gt;mountains to show his deep devotion to her. But in the  end, she divorced &lt;br /&gt;him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because he was never home.(Get  it?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you an experience I had as a kid. One day, I  asked Mom, "Why do &lt;br /&gt;my shoes keep eating my socks?" As a young  boy, that was always a mystery &lt;br /&gt;for me. All my other classmates  never had that problem. Their socks &lt;br /&gt;remained tight and high up  their legs the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom didn't answer my question but  simply gave me two rubber bands which I &lt;br /&gt;dutifully placed around  the top of my socks. To this day, fifteen years &lt;br /&gt;later, I still  have permanent circle marks around my legs. But aside from &lt;br /&gt;giving  me this slight defect, the two bands worked like magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  never occurred to me that Dad and Mom didn't have the money to buy a  new &lt;br /&gt;pair of socks for me. So I wore five-year-old socks, all  soggy, grayish, &lt;br /&gt;and garter less. And yet amazingly, I never  complained. I believe it was &lt;br /&gt;because Dad was always home when I  needed him. Every night, after coming &lt;br /&gt;from work, we'd jog  together, sit around, and talk about Tarzan, Farrah &lt;br /&gt;Fawcett  Majors,God, and what I wanted to be when I grew up (a  stockholder) &lt;br /&gt;. On Saturdays, we'd walk to Cubao, eat a  hotdog-on-a- stick,and buy new &lt;br /&gt;rubber bands before going  home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that in truth, we don't want our loved  ones to show their love &lt;br /&gt;for us in big ways. Swimming the widest  oceans,crossing the deepest rivers, &lt;br /&gt;and climbing the highest  mountains seem spectacular - but that's not what &lt;br /&gt;we really want.  Deep in our hearts, we just want them home. With  us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, God will operate that way. Suddenly, He  decides not to answer &lt;br /&gt;our prayers, or fill our need, or heal our  sickness, or give us the miracle &lt;br /&gt;we're asking for. (He's got  reasons why He won't, and believe me - they're &lt;br /&gt;pretty good ones.)  So He'll just be there beside you, holding you in a hug. &lt;br /&gt;Sharing  your pain. Weeping as you weep. Oh, He might give you some  rubber &lt;br /&gt;bands. And that small comfort from Him will be more than  enough to sustain &lt;br /&gt;you. Because the most essential truth you  already know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6413634709895854731?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6413634709895854731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6413634709895854731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6413634709895854731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6413634709895854731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-rubber-bands.html' title='I Love Rubber Bands'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-3630763689695483677</id><published>2008-09-19T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:18:30.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SNNgOGSuy3I/AAAAAAAAABU/Arl295pr8g4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SNNgOGSuy3I/AAAAAAAAABU/Arl295pr8g4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247643786140371826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-3630763689695483677?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/3630763689695483677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=3630763689695483677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3630763689695483677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3630763689695483677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SNNgOGSuy3I/AAAAAAAAABU/Arl295pr8g4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6813634523549721040</id><published>2008-09-02T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:24:46.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving now vs. Saving later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I speak with numerous young adults in their 20's who just are not too concerned about their 401k, IRA, or investment accounts. In their minds, their retirement is a long, long way away. While that may be true, the ability to retire will be much further away for each passing year that they neglect their 401k and IRA accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving today is worth a lot more than saving later, and I can prove it. I am going to assume you are thinking about saving for retirement at age 65, and that you will invest well enough to get a return over the years of 10 percent annually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6813634523549721040?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6813634523549721040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6813634523549721040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6813634523549721040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6813634523549721040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/09/saving-now-vs-saving-later.html' title='Saving now vs. Saving later.'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4685411311278283489</id><published>2008-09-02T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:18:44.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven tips for jump starting a stalled job search</title><content type='html'>A growing number of jobseekers find themselves in the midst of a long-term job search. According to Bureau of Labor Statistics, the U.S. jobless rate soared to a four-year high of 5.7% in July 2008 and the average job search took more than four months to net results. However, some critics would put this number and the number of the unemployed much higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Kooiman, author of Suddenly Unemployed asserts, "[S]uch statistics are inaccurate indicators. They do not include those whose unemployment benefits have run out or those who don't qualify for unemployment... Such statistics also do not count welfare recipients, temps (who cannot be counted as fully employed), or others who eke out a living on so-called self-employment." Neither do such reports include what the Bureau of Labor Statistics terms "discouraged workers" or those who "were not currently looking for work specifically because they believed no jobs were available for them." Their figures reached 461,000 in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long-term job search can put a tremendous financial and emotional strain on a job hunter. "It's been a demoralizing experience and it's been very difficult budgetwise. I'm a single mother," Kay Marie King says, a former non-profit executive with a wealth of experience that is currently involved in an ongoing job search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can you do when weeks of a fruitless job search quickly turns to months? Here are seven tips for jump starting a stalled job search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip One: Don't be so quick to blame everything on the economy (your region, your industry, etc.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip Two: Conduct a candid self-assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Three: Re-examine your target position or industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Four: Rethink your current job search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Five: Re-evaluate the way you are communicating your message verbally and in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Six: Maintain your intensity level and a positive outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip Seven: Build a solid support system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4685411311278283489?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4685411311278283489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4685411311278283489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4685411311278283489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4685411311278283489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/09/seven-tips-for-jump-starting-stalled.html' title='Seven tips for jump starting a stalled job search'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1996803509577006339</id><published>2008-08-21T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:45:04.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my workplace... hehehe ^_~&lt;br /&gt;nung una.. but now.. i picture koh pah ulit.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzKt8H4y-l8/SKzyonJrpqI/AAAAAAAAABM/5PQIEZIUCqg/s1600-h/My+w0rkplace(%E2%80%9D,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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Whether it's the 1st or the 50th, each year together is a triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;br /&gt;Let each other know how much you appreciate each other. You may already know but hearing it from each other is always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;Be best friends preferably before being boyfriend-girlfriend. Take time to know each other so the relationship will be a deep one. Tell each other about your crushes, dreams and problems. Make sure he/she is your best friend before getting engaged. The strong bond of friendship will help you both survive tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOND&lt;br /&gt;Make it a point to spend time together often but leave room for each other. Also spend time alone w/ each other, so that at the end of the day you could both share your experiences. This way, you stay interesting with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry an as...le, j.... or a bi.... (an unsuitable person) You'll never change each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLIMENTS&lt;br /&gt;Always compliment each other. This will prevent feelings of resentment &amp; thinking that one is being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE&lt;br /&gt;Keep doings things that you both enjoy, do them together. Make time &amp; continue to date to keep the romance - look good, smell good to maintain physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENCES&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate differences. Never force your ideologies down each other's throat. Give up trying to turn your partner into you. Accept differences, appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;Fight w/the aim to resolve the issue. Don't outdo each other. The longer you extend the fight. The more chances that you'll say something hurtful that you don't really mean. As mad as you were w/ your partner, he/she is still the person who laughs at your jokes &amp; thinks you're hot. Hear each other out, don't dig up old issues. Choose your battles. Make sure the fight will be worth it &amp; that something will change in the relationship as a result of the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLAWS&lt;br /&gt;Know that the perfect person does not exist. Know that just as there are things that you love about him/her, there will be things that will make you go crazy. We are only human with our own flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN&lt;br /&gt;Have fun together! This means keeping the fun &amp; spontaneity that was there in the early days. Allow yourselves to get silly - shower together, pee w/the door open etc. Being able to make each other laugh &amp; see the lighter, crazier, absurd side is the best way to get through all the differences in personalities, adjustments in lifestyle &amp; opposing viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you have similar goals. It would be difficult to keep your bond intact if your views are complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRUDGES&lt;br /&gt;Quit tabulating grudges. Let it off. Discuss it, then trash it, don't recycle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEPING IT HOT&lt;br /&gt;Keep it hot by traveling to diff. places together. A new setting will do wonders. Always have skin contact - be it holding hands, a massage or just plain leg rubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie or hide things. The problem will only get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;Learn each other's interest. It really keeps the conversation flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUG&lt;br /&gt;A hug can be far better more intimate than a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDENTITY&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your personality - that's why he/she fell in love w/you. Have separate interest &amp; activities to keep your individual, &amp; to be able to contribute more to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDEPENDENCE&lt;br /&gt;Having your own income means you're the boss in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN-LAWS&lt;br /&gt;Make rooms for the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTENTIONS&lt;br /&gt;Wish each other well. Don't wish each other worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES&lt;br /&gt;Speak up about the awkward stuff now,like money &amp; sex. The earlier, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;Listen, listen, listen. Hear each other out especially during arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK GOOD&lt;br /&gt;Mind your appearance! Stay fit &amp; healthy for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to your love, chemistry &amp; respect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;Remind each other of the old days. Do something that you used to do for each other before. It may even be corny but it made you two together.&lt;br /&gt;Experience new things together- from dining into a new restaurant to experiencing street food together to exploring to new places. It's the little surprises that make great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIND READING&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long you've been together, do not think that you can read each other's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEDS&lt;br /&gt;Be good to yourself,then be good to your partner. That's what love is all about. Think about your partner. Will it make him/her happy? &lt;br /&gt;Will she/he enjoy it? Consider each other's feelings. Be very attentive &amp; sensitive to each other's needs, physically &amp; emotionally, that way your partner learns to do the same for you. Never take your partner for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIORITIES&lt;br /&gt;If one says it's important, then it is! Prioritize each other among other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACE &lt;br /&gt;Give each other space. Have dates with your girlfriends, have your boy's night out. If you can't trust each other with this, then don't get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY&lt;br /&gt;Say sorry when you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISES&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long you've known each other, be open to surprises, both good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAMWORK&lt;br /&gt;Think for two &amp; always work as a team. Consult each other before making a decision because everything will always affect both of you.&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen couple power. In many ways, we have to decide based on what is best for the relationship in favor of our individual selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT&lt;br /&gt;Support each other's dream. Be willing to follow your passions, support your partner in his/her decisions &amp; create new ones together.&lt;br /&gt;Two heads are better than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK&lt;br /&gt;Tell each other's stories. Life goes by so fast &amp; its easy to see how easily couple can grow apart. Whenever something funny, scary, exciting or juicy happened to you or to someone you know, tell each other about it &amp; have your partner do the same. Keep each other in the loop of life, even by email if you have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-2905900721050405288?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/2905900721050405288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=2905900721050405288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/2905900721050405288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/2905900721050405288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/08/relationship-secrets.html' title='RELATIONSHIP SECRETS'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-810103590655504153</id><published>2008-07-29T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:37:38.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Is love enough*</title><content type='html'>There used to be a time when love was enough to weather any storm in any relationship. To some extent, it may not have been just about love, but also about the honor of commitment. Couples fell in love and stayed together. That is what was expected, and that is how relationships thrived. But times have changed, and so have the ethics in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, "liberty" is not just about the rights and freedoms that allow us to live as we choose, but also about the right to opt out of relationships if for some reason, they are no longer emotionally or financially fulfilling to us. In the past, love was the glue that held two people together, even through dysfunction and imperfections. Now, it is socially acceptable for couples to "try out" a relationship to see if it works. Couples fall in love, move in together, decide that it doesn't work, and move on the next relationship. The willingness to work through difficulties is no longer relevant, because there is no commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, love is still enough to keep the fires burning. But the moral fabric of society has shifted to the point where everything is disposable, including relationships. The US Census Bureau statistics indicate that marriages ending in divorce hover around 60%. That's an increase of almost 10 percent in less than 20 years. Also, in 1970, 72% of eligible adults were married. By 2005, that average had dropped to 59%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons for divorce have also changed. At one point, the primary reason for divorce was infidelity. Today, more people separate because of financial problems. In some states, couples don't even have to have good reasons to end marriages. They can justify moving on by citing "irreconcilable differences", which has become sort of the catch-all phrase for anyone not wanting to be married anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love also seems not to be enough even with children involved. More than 30% of children under the age of 18 live in single parent households, and more than 95% of those households are headed by single moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when love was the nucleus of a relationship. When women waited for men to return from war, and couples struggled through whatever life presented them with. There was a time when people obligated themselves to commitments, and there was honor in being a family. I, for one, still believe in love, and look forward to the day when love is once again enough to keep us together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-810103590655504153?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/810103590655504153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=810103590655504153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/810103590655504153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/810103590655504153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-love-enough.html' title='*Is love enough*'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-7542815225480502144</id><published>2008-07-23T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:05:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you love..</title><content type='html'>~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    you'll accept him/her whatever he is,whoever he/she is and whatever he/she have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   you won't just suddenly feel it and will just suddenly fall out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   whatever the circumstances are, you will still continue loving that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   even if he/she have done wrong.. no matter how many times it was, you will still forgive him/her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   even without asking for apology you have already forgiven him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   you'll understand him/her no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  you will always put him/her first above all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  there with be no excemptions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      ~when you love~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7542815225480502144?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/7542815225480502144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=7542815225480502144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7542815225480502144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7542815225480502144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-you-love.html' title='when you love..'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-748967559650944778</id><published>2008-07-17T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:11:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^</title><content type='html'>Six Dating Behaviors That Scare Single Men Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By David Wygant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dating a guy, and it's the crucial first few weeks. You really like this guy, and you're wondering what you can do (or avoid doing) to keep this relationship going and not scare him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is there are certain things that women can do that will scare men away. Don't sabotage a potentially great relationship that could have gone somewhere by scaring a man off right at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are six dating behaviors guaranteed to scare men off that all women should avoid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trash-talking your ex. Don't talk negatively about an ex-boyfriend in front of a guy you're dating. I don't care if you're on your first date or on your 15th date with a guy, don't ever trash-talk your ex. Your ex is somebody you dated, invited into your life, and with whom you spent a lot of time. So don't talk negatively about your ex in any way, because what a guy thinks when you do this is that if he ever becomes your ex that you're going to trash-talk him the same way. So, when a man asks you about your ex, you can politely say, "We are no longer together. It was a great relationship while it lasted, and I learned a lot." That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paranoia Runs Rampant. Here you are dating a man you really like, and the first couple of weeks are going well. Then, that first boys' night out happens. In the beginning, you send him a text that says, "Have a great time tonight!" As the night progresses, however, seeds of doubt start forming in your mind about what he's doing, and you start to think "Is he cheating on me? Is he flirting with other women? Where is he right now?" So then, you lob another text in to him asking "What's going on? What are you doing right now?" Even though he tells you he's just hanging out with his friends, you proceed to make a major blunder: You start checking up on him with continuous texts throughout the night. This paranoia will push a man away. So when you are dating a man and he's out with his friends, respect his "guy time" -- it will make you the cool woman he's always wanted to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trash-talking other women. A huge mistake many women make is trash-talking other women in front of the man they're dating. For example, you are out with him when a woman walks by wearing a skimpy short skirt. You say, "Look how promiscuous that woman looks! I can't believe she is going around in public like that!" What you are doing when you make comments like this to a guy you're dating is telling him that you're not confident in the way you look. It tells him that you don't love who you are and haven't embraced your own body. You are planting a seed of doubt in him, causing him to wonder if he should date someone else who is more confident (and tolerant). Don't trash-talk other women. It makes you look really insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fishing for compliments. This is something that can drive a man crazy. Here is a typical scenario: The guy you're dating looks at you and says, "You really look beautiful tonight!" Ten minutes later, you look at him and ask, "How do I look tonight?" Stop fishing for compliments. Real compliments come from the heart. Allow us to compliment you when we really mean it. If we don't give a compliment at the exact moment you desire it, just accept it and be OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Clingy and possessive. You don't need to do everything together. You're still getting to know him. If there are things he likes to do that simply don't interest you, be cool with it. You don't have to be joined at the hip. If you are going to a cocktail party together, you don't have to be next to him at every moment. If you see him speaking with some woman at the party, do not immediately run over and start grabbing his hand and giving him a big hug -- and certainly don't do this all night long. You are being clingy and possessive when you do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pushing friends on him. Avoid pushing friends on us too soon. Example: A woman will hang out with a guy on the first or second date and say to him, "You have to meet my friends Jenna and Amy. You also have to meet my friends Phil and Anne; they're such a great couple, and you'll love them!" A man hears this and thinks, "I don't even know you yet. Can I get to know you for a month or two before I have to go meet all of your friends and be put on display as 'the boyfriend?'" We don't want to be "the boyfriend" right away. It's too much pressure. We want to get to know you slowly and learn what you're all about. Believe me, once we get to know you -- and like you -- we will be more willing to get to know all of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following these tips will help you get past the first month of a new relationship with a man and avoid some of the major pitfalls that can end a new relationship before it even starts. Be the confident woman you really are so we have a chance to embrace you. Don't scare us off before we have a chance to get to know you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-748967559650944778?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/748967559650944778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=748967559650944778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/748967559650944778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/748967559650944778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_17.html' title='^'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-5452790405712065054</id><published>2008-07-08T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:26:44.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~kanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;got to believe in magic.. &lt;br /&gt;tell me how do people find each other&lt;br /&gt;in a world that's full of stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;somethins stronger than the moon above&lt;br /&gt;coz it's magic when two people fall inlove.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe^_~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-321808239630317303</id><published>2008-07-04T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:00:24.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saliva Always Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's telling me all these things, that you would probably hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I, your one and only desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the reason you breathe, or am I the reason you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always... always... always... always... always... always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take anymore of this life of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with you, done with you, done with you, done with you,done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, like you don't want me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll pack all my things, I guess I'll see you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all, been bottled up until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk out your door, all I can hear is the sound of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always... always... always... always... always... always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take anymore of this lack of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my head around your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you tear my world apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always... always... always... always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, the blood all over your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you feel, more like a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it all, just a part of your plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pistol's shaking in my hands and all I hear is the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take anymore of this life of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take anymore of this life of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself off the floor and now I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always... always... always...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-321808239630317303?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-440593930108672107</id><published>2008-07-04T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:55:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;antok nah antok nah ako.. waahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bad midnight ang a good night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad becoz of what had happen.. physically, emotionally and socially.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly andun yung galit but love pah din yung umiral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love pah din ung nanguna.. mas dominant pah din ung love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to stay long like this but as long as i can hold on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will it's bcoz im loving.. loving deeply.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama.. madami ng nangyari madami ng pinagdaanan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya mahirap ng matinag ung pagmamahal at mahirap ng mawala ung pagmamahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if da love is already stock in my heart.. lock it up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's urs forever.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the good side of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reconciliation is at hand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the long fight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bangings.. the nags... criticism.. from emotional to physical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartaches... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've forgiven... i'm not mad... i'm not angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's pain but sooner or later it will slowly ease &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fade like a dust in da wind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long u promise, u'll do change for better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-440593930108672107?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/440593930108672107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=440593930108672107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/440593930108672107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/440593930108672107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_04.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-8701169233914374384</id><published>2008-07-03T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:19:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>...We are always given the chance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to change.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the chance to improve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to correct our wrongs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to love and to be loved again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to soar high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to prove ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to grow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the chance to show our uniqueness.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Never loss hope.. i do believe that everything hsppens for a reason.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in some cases we just can't see or find the right reason of it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's either thru lossing a friend, lossing a partner ... or lossing a love one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We ought to be tentatively strong... we just don't practice it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we just do ignore it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we just don't believe in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-8701169233914374384?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/8701169233914374384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>________</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it possible na my kasalanan ka pero d namn sinabi kung kanino, kelan nangyari at panu nangyari.. bsta sinabi nalang sayo nah fault moh at on that time nah sinabing my ksalanan ka eh paparusahan kah nah agad.. nag tanong ka pero d na sinagot yun nah.. anonymous nah ung tao kung kanino kah nagksala.. how is that.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6259253970247516093?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6259253970247516093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6259253970247516093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6259253970247516093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6259253970247516093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='________'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1570785289268511787</id><published>2008-06-30T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:01:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm With You" -Avril LAvigne</title><content type='html'>I'm Standing on a bridge &lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin in the dark &lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now &lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing but the rain &lt;br /&gt;No footsteps on the ground &lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but theres no sound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me? &lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home &lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night &lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life &lt;br /&gt;Wont you take me by the hand &lt;br /&gt;take me somewhere new &lt;br /&gt;I dont know who you are &lt;br /&gt;but I... I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking for a place &lt;br /&gt;searching for a face &lt;br /&gt;is anybody here i know &lt;br /&gt;cause nothings going right &lt;br /&gt;and everythigns a mess &lt;br /&gt;and no one likes to be alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me? &lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home &lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night &lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life &lt;br /&gt;Wont you take me by the hand &lt;br /&gt;take me somewhere new &lt;br /&gt;I dont know who you are &lt;br /&gt;but I... I'm with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1570785289268511787?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1570785289268511787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1570785289268511787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1570785289268511787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1570785289268511787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-with-you-avril-lavigne.html' title='I&apos;m With You&quot; -Avril LAvigne'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-2480018825075042552</id><published>2008-06-30T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:37:00.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i ain't got you- Alica Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And wondering what it means&lt;br /&gt;No one to share, no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-2480018825075042552?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/2480018825075042552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=2480018825075042552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time now &lt;br /&gt;From back then 'til now in my story &lt;br /&gt;Straight from the hood you've always been there for me &lt;br /&gt;And you had my back when they &lt;br /&gt;Back when everybody said I wasn't anything &lt;br /&gt;It was you who kept me holdin' on &lt;br /&gt;No matter what was goin' on &lt;br /&gt;So whatever you need I got you, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rap 1]: &lt;br /&gt;(Joe) : &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, unh, yo &lt;br /&gt;Reminiscin' that six train from way back &lt;br /&gt;Now it's sky blue Phantoms and stretch Maybachs &lt;br /&gt;From sweepin' them floors in them Bronx apartments to &lt;br /&gt;"Mira, esta que on that red carpet" &lt;br /&gt;When Pun died, you was the first to call me &lt;br /&gt;I never told you, but you was there for me &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;Crack, I got your back &lt;br /&gt;For real, true story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bsec]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;Now my loyalty will always be &lt;br /&gt;With you if you just promise me &lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay real just like you are &lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you don't have to change, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, boy I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joe) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, girl I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rap 2]: &lt;br /&gt;(Joe) : &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, unh, yo &lt;br /&gt;2005 Rakim and Jody Waqtley &lt;br /&gt;Watch me paint a picture so perfect, quite possibly &lt;br /&gt;The realest fresher from BX to South Beach &lt;br /&gt;I'mma always hold you down, girl &lt;br /&gt;You can count on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;So remember this whenever I call &lt;br /&gt;We go back too far, we've been through it all &lt;br /&gt;Even though we haven't spoke in so long &lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing changed, not a damn thing baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bsec]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;Now my loyalty will always be &lt;br /&gt;With you if you just promise me &lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay real just like you are &lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you don't have to change, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, boy I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joe) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, girl I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rap 3]: &lt;br /&gt;(Joe) : &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, unh, yo &lt;br /&gt;Like green is to autumn, some things must stay &lt;br /&gt;This industry, yeah I fought 'em, made me this way &lt;br /&gt;Get between me and J. Lo, I simply state &lt;br /&gt;You're better off sweepin' leaves on a windy day - never! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;So I don't care about the situation &lt;br /&gt;I'mma ride for you if there's a complication &lt;br /&gt;Every time you had my back and all &lt;br /&gt;When we were young, now you're Joey Crack and all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bsec]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;Now my loyalty will always be &lt;br /&gt;With you if you just promise me &lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay real just like you are &lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you don't have to change, because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]: &lt;br /&gt;(Jennifer) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, boy I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joe) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, girl I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both) : &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, I'm gonn' hold you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're down, you know that you can lean on me &lt;br /&gt;No matter the situation, I'm gonn' hold you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-8607008167947557473?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/8607008167947557473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=8607008167947557473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/8607008167947557473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/8607008167947557473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/hold-you-down-jlo.html' title='hold you down- J.Lo'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-3382893593334829303</id><published>2008-06-30T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:27:18.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have--J.LO</title><content type='html'>J.Lo): It's such a shame but I'm leaving &lt;br /&gt;Can't take the way you mistreating me &lt;br /&gt;And it's crazy, but oh baby &lt;br /&gt;it don't matter whatever don't faze me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): I don't believe you wanna leave like this &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I just had my last real kiss &lt;br /&gt;I do believe we'll laugh and reminisce &lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute don't bounce baby &lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about this, man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): Well I'm bouncing and I'm out son &lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave you alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm good &lt;br /&gt;Holding down my spot &lt;br /&gt;And I'm good &lt;br /&gt;Reppin' the girls on the block &lt;br /&gt;And I'm good &lt;br /&gt;I got this thing on lock &lt;br /&gt;So without me you'll be fine, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): All my pride is all I have &lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): Pride is what you had, baby girl I'm what you have &lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): You'll be needing me but too bad &lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): Be easy, don't make decisions when you're mad &lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): The path you chose to run alone &lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): I know you're independent you can make it on your own &lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): Here with me you had a home &lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): Time is of the essence, why spend it alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): The nights I've waited up for you &lt;br /&gt;Promises you made about coming through &lt;br /&gt;So much time you wasted, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I had to replace you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): It makes a cat nervous the thought of settling down &lt;br /&gt;Especially me, I was creeping all over town &lt;br /&gt;I thought my tender touch could lock you down &lt;br /&gt;I knew I had you as cocky as it sounds &lt;br /&gt;The way you used to giggle right before I put it down &lt;br /&gt;It's better when you're angry come here I'll prove it now (come here) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): Stop playing, you gaming, I got to leave you alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause im good &lt;br /&gt;Holding down my spot &lt;br /&gt;And I'm good &lt;br /&gt;Reppin' the girls on the block &lt;br /&gt;And I'm good &lt;br /&gt;I got this thing on lock &lt;br /&gt;So without me you'll be fine, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LL Cool J): People make mistakes, to make up, to break up &lt;br /&gt;To wake up cold and lonely &lt;br /&gt;And chill baby you know me, you love me, I'm like your homie &lt;br /&gt;Instead of beefing come hold me, I promise I'm not a phony &lt;br /&gt;Don't bounce baby, console me...come here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J.Lo): Ain't nothin' you can say to me that can change my mind &lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you go now &lt;br /&gt;Nothin' will ever be the same &lt;br /&gt;So just be on your way, go ahead and do your thing now &lt;br /&gt;And there's no more to explain to me, you know &lt;br /&gt;I know you're game I'm not feelin' what you do (and I'm good) &lt;br /&gt;So I'm bouncing and I'm out son (and I'm good) &lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave you alone, yeah yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-3382893593334829303?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/3382893593334829303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=3382893593334829303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3382893593334829303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3382893593334829303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-i-have-jlo.html' title='All I Have--J.LO'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-3394281953983165285</id><published>2008-06-30T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:24:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with you- chris brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need you boo&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need you boo&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey lil mama, ooh you're a stunner&lt;br /&gt;Hot little figure, yes you a winner, and&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to be yours&lt;br /&gt;You're a class of your own and&lt;br /&gt;Ooh little cutie, when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I swear the whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweetheart and&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;You are one of a kind, and&lt;br /&gt;You mean to me what I mean to you&lt;br /&gt;And together baby there is nothing we won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I got you&lt;br /&gt;I don't need money&lt;br /&gt;I don't need cars&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'm into you and&lt;br /&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;br /&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... girl&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;br /&gt;Without you there's noone left, and&lt;br /&gt;You're like Jordans on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have you and I cannot wait now&lt;br /&gt;Hey lil shorty, say you care for me&lt;br /&gt;You know I care for you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I will be true&lt;br /&gt;You know that I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;You know that I will try&lt;br /&gt;Be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I got you&lt;br /&gt;I don't need money&lt;br /&gt;I don't need cars&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm into you and&lt;br /&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;br /&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... ohhh&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never try&lt;br /&gt;To deny that you are my whole life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;I would die so I won't run&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another woman&lt;br /&gt;I just need you or nothing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I got that&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be straight&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best part of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you boo&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;They need their boo&lt;br /&gt;They gotta see their boo&lt;br /&gt;Said there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'm into you and&lt;br /&gt;Girl no one else would do&lt;br /&gt;With every kiss and every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the love of their life who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm with you, with you, with you, with you, with you... ohhh(girl)&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you... ohhh&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you...&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you...&lt;br /&gt;Baby yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-3394281953983165285?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/3394281953983165285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=3394281953983165285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Mamma's, daddy's, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up some times&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday mornings and I missed you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we talked through&lt;br /&gt;All them grown full things separation brings&lt;br /&gt;You never let me know it, you never let it show&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me and obviously&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much more left so say&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;br /&gt;“I wish I could talk to you for awhile”&lt;br /&gt;“Miss you but I try not to cry”&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as you reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I’ll give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And we were here next to you&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bye bye bye bye bye bye) x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never got a chance to see how good I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;And you never got to see me back at number one&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here to celebrate together&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could spend the holidays together&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you used to tuck me in at night&lt;br /&gt;With the Teddy Bear you gave me that I held so tight&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;You'd make it through whatever&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to accept the fact you’re gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like&lt;br /&gt;“I wish I could talk to you for awhile”&lt;br /&gt;“Miss you but I try not to cry”&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as you reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I’ll give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;Am standing right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bye bye bye bye bye bye) x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Mamma's, daddy's, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we will never say bye, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this (I never knew it)&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on like (everyday of my life I wish)&lt;br /&gt;“I wish I could talk to you for awhile” (I wish)&lt;br /&gt;“Miss you but I try not to cry”&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by (I wish, I wish, I wish as time goes by)&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as you reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I’ll give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And we were here next to you&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Its hard to say bye bye bye bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;So come on somebody sing it with me&lt;br /&gt;Wave your hands up high&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, this if for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;So this is for everybody&lt;br /&gt;You put your hand to the sky&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we will never say bye bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-8039257752026697754?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6550392955166608982</id><published>2008-06-30T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:14:10.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_________________________</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gusto koh nalang mpag isa.. ng d nah ako mksakit.. ng wla ng nagbabago dahil sa akin.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gusto koh nlang mnahimik.. ng wla ng nggalit sa akin..ng dahil din daw sa akin.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirap msakit .. at d alam ang ggwin.. sobrang bigat .. sobrang bigat... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6550392955166608982?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-9214372158663178563</id><published>2008-06-30T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:10:48.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miss koh nah silang laht... miss koh nah ung dating ako.. dating sila.. miss ko nah silang laht.. lalo nah ung nwla.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung mga anjan lang para sa akin.. miss koh nah din.. mhirap.. msakit at mabigat laht ng nrrmdman ko.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cguro kunti nlang.. ewan koh.. dko alam anu pang pedeng magnyari sa mga susunod.. but super bigat na ng utak koh.. bwat iniisip koh..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamat sa lahat.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-202701638215089989</id><published>2008-06-30T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:07:37.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*d sa lhat ng bagay mlakas ako.. d sa lhat ng bagay kayo kung lumaban.. kya kung manahimik.. sarilinin.. hyaan nlang at lalo nah ang wag msaktan.. pero paanu pag sobra nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ayoko ng maging mlakas... pagod nah akong mramdamn laht ng ito.. pagod nah akong mag kunwaring okai lang ako.. pagod nah akong masaktan.. umiyak at anu pah man..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-202701638215089989?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-5330630505060737244</id><published>2008-06-30T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:06:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after a week.. ngayun lang ulit ako nka pag online.. hay.. sa dami ng gusto kung sabhin d ko alam smulan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lhat kasi ng ito sa sarili koh nlang.. dko alam kung knino.. knug sinu ang dapat pagkatiwlaan..  sa laht ng toh d koh alam kung dapt pa bah akong magsalita..ang hirap mag isip.. ang hirap mag isa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * pilit mong inaayos lhat.. pilit mong magpakatotoo.. pilit mong umiwas sa mga taong ayw sayo sila namn tong lumlapit sa iyo.. hindi koh alam kung anu pang dapt kung gawin.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sa mga mahal moh.. pilit mong ipinpakita kugn ganu moh sila kmahal.. kung ganu sila ka importante sayo at ang lhat ng gingwa moh ay para sa kanila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dko na kyang mwlan pah ng isang minamhal.. mhirap.. msakit.. laht narramdman moh.. &lt;br /&gt;bigat ng loob pagsisi at guilt sa sarili moh.. hinhanap moh sila.. namimis moh sila..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-5330630505060737244?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/5330630505060737244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=5330630505060737244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5330630505060737244'/><link 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everyone.. ^_~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-7623230945601226991?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/7623230945601226991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=7623230945601226991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7623230945601226991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/7623230945601226991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-storm.html' title='what a storm!!!'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6689213629085645025</id><published>2008-06-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:06:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reaLIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Realize Colbie Caillat lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V1: Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is. Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;C: If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;V2: Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by.. Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no its never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;C: If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;V3: It's not always the same&lt;br /&gt;no it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel it to.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;C: If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOOo&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6689213629085645025?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6689213629085645025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6689213629085645025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6689213629085645025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6689213629085645025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/realize.html' title='reaLIZE'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4486865541584256259</id><published>2008-06-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:04:35.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~~~~~to all the fathers out there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TO MY DAD AND TO THE MOST SPECIAL PERSON IN MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TO THE PERSON WHO MADE ME COMPLETE AND SUPPORTED ME ALL THROUGH OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FOR ALL THE LOVE, HARDSHIP, UNDERSTANDING AND SACRIFICES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you so much..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;iloveyou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;God Bless and good Luck.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;just trust in God always and keep holding on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;....entrust to him everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4486865541584256259?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1994914103130972297</id><published>2008-06-12T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:54:11.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy Bday!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HapPy bDay to me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haPpy BdAy to Me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haPPy Bday.. happy Bday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haPPy birthDay to Me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...ahahahha...Ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1994914103130972297?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1994914103130972297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1994914103130972297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1994914103130972297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1994914103130972297'/><link rel='alternate' 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grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dami din gingwa.. super.. aheheheh.. mag isa lng namn akong MA eh sa department koh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hhhmmm, but sakto lang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kya pah namn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wwaaahh.... b............. nah bukaz... ahahaahaahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4559079132627132961?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4559079132627132961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4559079132627132961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4559079132627132961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4559079132627132961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-alone.html' title='all alone..'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-6986481975390048859</id><published>2008-06-10T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:55:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>june10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;june 10 nha kya .. d2 sa pilipinas... hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kahapon ang june 9.. holiday.. hehehhe (",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-6986481975390048859?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/6986481975390048859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=6986481975390048859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6986481975390048859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/6986481975390048859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/june10.html' title='june10'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4867991628324383595</id><published>2008-06-10T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:53:59.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;nung sunday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;nag luto nah sila mami ng pancit.. meryenda lng.. tsk.. para lng mka raos ung bday koh.. waaahhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;juk.. wel, thanks to my mom.. kahit nah ganun lng.. kasi uwi nah sila ng abra at bday naman din ng pamangkin koh kya sya nlang.. graduate nah daw ako sa mga handa2.. sabi nya,kya ung sa pamangkin koh nlng.. but wla silang gift... hu hu hu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;d namn un importante eh.. what's important eh ung presence nila kahit advance nah ung celebration.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;thanks thanks thanks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;thanks din kay Lord for giving me another year here on earth.. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4867991628324383595?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4675026975455989601</id><published>2008-06-10T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:48:13.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 days to go!!!!!,,,,,,,,,,,,waahhh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadagdagan nah ung age koh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ung isip koh d pah din.. lolz..ahahahah..&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6973431834740936601-4675026975455989601?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4675026975455989601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4675026975455989601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4675026975455989601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4675026975455989601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6 days to go before my ........heheheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im counting down.. wla lng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is another new step of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 21th year in the world have been so relevant and so many mer\mories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dami din akong natutunan.. at mga kung anu2ng nagyari sa buhay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i'am still on track.. standing firm.. and still fighting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that everything happens for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just trust in God  and surrender to him everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz He wont give us something that  nah d natin kyang i carry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aja lng"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-3750043897280357853?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/3750043897280357853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=3750043897280357853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3750043897280357853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/3750043897280357853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/counting-down.html' title='counting down'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-1297970261966545203</id><published>2008-06-06T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:41:44.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..d updated..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hala.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;d updated tong date ng blog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;panu kya toh.. waahhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-1297970261966545203?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/1297970261966545203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=1297970261966545203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1297970261966545203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/1297970261966545203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-updated.html' title='..d updated..'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-4133090415709514790</id><published>2008-06-06T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:35:19.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;6 days to go before my......hehehhe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;hhhhmm, late nnman ako 3 minutes.. kainis.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;wwaaaahhh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;good morning pah din, hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;si adon stack up daw.. madami daw prob, hhhmm.. anu kya un??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;si kaikai koh.. asa mood kahapon.. bait bait.. twa twa kami .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;sna palging ganun at di nah masyado init ulo nya.waherhehhe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;namiss koh ung kulitan namin.. good luck and keep it up..hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-4133090415709514790?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/4133090415709514790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=4133090415709514790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4133090415709514790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/4133090415709514790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning.html' title='good Morning'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-5956071618251550102</id><published>2008-06-05T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:10:54.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uwian nnman... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope i'll have a good night sleep ngayun.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 days to go before my .......sssshhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-5956071618251550102?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/5956071618251550102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=5956071618251550102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5956071618251550102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6973431834740936601/posts/default/5956071618251550102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-go.html' title='time to go'/><author><name>i speak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973431834740936601.post-8165343437999950356</id><published>2008-06-05T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:01:57.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all Terminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a spiritual journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And sometimes all you have to do is show up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;and have a little faith that something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;completely amazing is possible any day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;right when you least expect it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;something amazing does happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And you are no more in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;than the feather is of the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;All you know is that the force moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;you is so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;that you just hang on in wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;There is nothing but the moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the sense of dancing with angels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6973431834740936601-8165343437999950356?l=butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflynimiemay.blogspot.com/feeds/8165343437999950356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6973431834740936601&amp;postID=8165343437999950356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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