<?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-20360499</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:40:56.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me in my everyday world</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts on just about anything in this world i'm living in. the life i live which no one could know about unless i tell them about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chengi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04877560401501806824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/75/4445782/9271167157547s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360499.post-57619936954261053</id><published>2009-01-18T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:05:45.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of life</title><content type='html'>for the past year, my life has been quite sedentary. i can't say i regret it but i feel like i'm missing out on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for some part of the year, mostly the last quarter, i tried to go out. i had dinner with friends. i went out to the mall with my officemates after work. it felt good. i felt good and healthy going out with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after all those things, i realized that's what i am missing out on. i'm missing the part where one goes out with friends and just have fun talking and laughing. i guess i miss my friends. we're all so busy now. we don't have much time to spend with each other but i've realized that it's good to go out once in a while. just get together and catch up with things that we missed out on each other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to go out and drink like i used to. i just need to have my friends around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry about the future. Oh worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 P.M. on some idle Tuesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Floss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you  succeed in doing this, tell me how. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stretch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Respect your elders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360499-3289635382023226870?l=myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/wear-sunscreen.html' title='Wear sunscreen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3289635382023226870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360499&amp;postID=3289635382023226870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360499/posts/default/3289635382023226870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360499/posts/default/3289635382023226870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/wear-sunscreen.html' title='Wear sunscreen'/><author><name>chengi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04877560401501806824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/75/4445782/9271167157547s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360499.post-2321904189624889615</id><published>2008-06-22T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:30:37.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broken_heart"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;b&gt;broken &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart" title="Heart"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (or &lt;b&gt;heartbreak&lt;/b&gt;) is a common &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaphor" title="Metaphor"&gt;metaphor&lt;/a&gt; used to describe the intense emotional pain one feels after losing a loved one, through &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death" title="Death"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divorce" title="Divorce"&gt;divorce&lt;/a&gt;, or other means as in breaking up with someone or having your partner move away.&lt;sup class="noprint Template-Fact"&gt;&lt;span title="This claim needs references to reliable sources since January 2008" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It is an extremely old and widespread metaphor that dates back to at least the time of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramayana" title="Ramayana"&gt;Ramayana&lt;/a&gt; where it was commonly used &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books/p/pub-4297897631756504?id=tQKNpt7AOVwC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=isbn:1605066575&amp;amp;source=gbs_summary_r&amp;amp;cad=0#PPA105,M1" class="external text" title="http://books.google.com/books/p/pub-4297897631756504?id=tQKNpt7AOVwC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=isbn:1605066575&amp;amp;source=gbs_summary_r&amp;amp;cad=0#PPA105,M1" rel="nofollow"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Heartbreak is usually associated with losing a spouse or loved one, though losing a parent, child, pet, or close friend can also "break one's heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The symptoms of a "broken heart" can manifest themselves through &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_pain" title="Psychological pain"&gt;psychological pain&lt;/a&gt; but for many the effect is physical. Although the experience is regarded commonly as indescribable, the following is a list of common symptoms that occur:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A perceived tightness of the chest, similar to an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety_attack" class="mw-redirect" title="Anxiety attack"&gt;anxiety attack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stomach_ache" class="mw-redirect" title="Stomach ache"&gt;Stomach ache&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loss_of_appetite" class="mw-redirect" title="Loss of appetite"&gt;loss of appetite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partial or complete &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insomnia" title="Insomnia"&gt;insomnia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anger" title="Anger"&gt;Anger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shock" title="Shock"&gt;Shock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostalgia" title="Nostalgia"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apathy" title="Apathy"&gt;Apathy&lt;/a&gt; (loss of interest)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feelings of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loneliness" title="Loneliness"&gt;loneliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feelings of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopelessness" class="mw-redirect" title="Hopelessness"&gt;hopelessness&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/despair" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:despair"&gt;despair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loss of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-respect" class="mw-redirect" title="Self-respect"&gt;self-respect&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-esteem" title="Self-esteem"&gt;self-esteem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medical or psychological illness (e.g. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_%28mood%29" title="Depression (mood)"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicidal_ideation" title="Suicidal ideation"&gt;Suicidal thoughts&lt;/a&gt; (in extreme cases)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nausea" title="Nausea"&gt;Nausea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denial" title="Denial"&gt;Denial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatigue_%28medical%29" title="Fatigue (medical)"&gt;Fatigue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thousand-yard_stare" title="Thousand-yard stare"&gt;thousand-yard stare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constant or Frequent crying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A feeling of complete emptiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! i got 13 out of 18 symptoms..i guess i am broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="This claim needs references to reliable sources since January 2008" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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i was going to be late. i couldn't calm down. i was in a panic thinking i couldn't board the plane. fortunately for me, the flight was delayed. yes! hehe..i was told by the cebu pacific employee at the check-in counter that the flight was delayed for 30 mins. yey for me! =) so i was able to get on the plane and even found my office mate as one of my seat mates. ate ended up waiting for me outside the airport for quite a few mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got there. i was in manila. first things first, we had to eat dinner. so we went to serendra and ate at chelsea. it was an italian restaurant. we ordered macaroni and pizza. we tried their baby back ribs pizza and believe me, i'm never going to order that dish again. it was ok but it's not something you'd want to eat again and again. loved the macaroni dish though. =) that's coz i'm a pasta kinda girl. after dinner, we went to my sister's apartment to get some rest. we planned for our saturday activities and then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, we went out early to fetch my sister's friend, dinah. after that the 3 of us went to binondo to eat some dumplings. yum! we had a very delicious meal. though we ended up smelling like dumplings for the rest of the afternoon. hehe.. after eating our lunch, we walked all the way to divisoria. specifically to the 168 mall. i bought a lot of shirts. some for selling and some for myself. i bought a lot of things both for selling and for myself. after our divisoria escapade, we walked back to binondo to buy sugar free hopia for our grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, we were all tired and wanted to get a massage so we went to wensha's. first thing we had to do was get one of those bracelets that indicated you were a customer. so we got those and then we had to change into the slippers that they had. we then went to their locker room where we were pointed to our respective lockers based on the numbers on our bracelets and given towels. we then showered which was also good coz we all felt sticky and we smelled. hehe. so anyway, after that we were asked to put on the robes they provided without our undies. at first i thought it was ok since i had on a robe anyway. then we went to their dining room to wait for our turn. the massage came with a free buffet ticket which was shabu-shabu. you know that korean type of cooking food in soup. anyway, so we inquired if there were therapists who could treat us with a massage. after a few mins, we were led to a big long room where there were lots of beds you could lay down on. we waited for the therapists there. at last they came and asked me to undress and then lie on the bed. so i took off the top of my robe and i thought that was ok but then they asked me to take off the shorts. waaa! so i was naked! they were going to massage me naked! what?! i wasn't too comfortable with the idea but then i just conceded. the massage was great. i was just not comfortable about the part that i was naked. after our massages, we had our shabu-shabu meal for dinner and some ice cream for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, we had to wake up early to beat the traffic. we went to "the fort" to have some breakfast. after eating, we continued travelling towards tarlac. my grandparents were waiting for us. we arrived at about lunch time. we were greeted by our grandfather. we then proceeded to their room where my grandmother was lying on a hospital bed. she had a smile on her face. that was good. that was what we were there for. to make them both happy and not feel so lonely. after the greetings, we had lunch and then we took a nap. a nap that lasted for quite a long time. lol! 3 hrs of sleeping. is that still considered as taking a nap? after sleeping, we took our baths and went to church. we then went back home since lola was alone. we had our dinner there. we ate some of my favorites which are bagis and fried tilapia. yummy! after dinner, we talked or rather lolo talked and we listened. when lolo was getting tired, we watched television. there really wasn't anything much you could do there but eat, talk, watch tv, read books and sleep. after a few hours of watching television, i slept out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday morning was sort of a busy day for us. we went downtown to find a new refrigerator for lolo. their old one wasn't really working anymore. some of the food got stale. ugh! first thing we did when we got there was to eat halo-halo at the famous razon's. yummy! then we went to about three stores before we found the refrigerator that lolo wanted. after that we went out for lunch. we ate at rustica's. the food was ok. we then went back to the house to say our goodbyes to lolo and lola. it was something that i've always dreaded. leaving them behind is such a sad moment. i could see lolo's eyes were sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we travelled back to manila and immediately went to trinoma. the mall was huge. we wanted to watch a movie but the line was reallllllllly long. so we opted to eat some ice cream at five cows. the ice cream was great. but the service was not so great. they wrote down the wrong dish for our order of nachos and took a long time to give us our order. tsk! not a very good thing to do. so anyway, we went to glorietta to watch the movie "sex and the city". we had fun watching the movie. had a lot of laughs most of them due to charlotte. then we drove around the city to find a place to eat. we kept on driving around and eventually decided to just go home and get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wasn't very eventful. there was nothing much that we did. first off we went to MOA. ate wanted some pictures to be printed but then the printer at fuji was weird. it would print a 2-inch green strip on your photo. who would want that? so we decided to eat first. we ate at pho hoa, a vietnamese restaurant. afterwards, we went walking and found a boutique named calliope. we went in found some great hats. we took pictures of ourselves wearing the hats but we didn't really buy any. hehe. we bought some clothes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to afpslai to get ate's bank book and deposit some funds. after that we went to atc where she had some of her pictures printed. she wanted to join this contest their photography club had. we ate ice cream while waiting for her pictures. we then went to her office so she could submit her pictures. i ended up watching dinah and their other office mates practicing a dance. it was fun watching them. i sort of missed my dancing days. we then went out for dinner. we ate at a korean restaurant this time. that was great for me since i really wanted to try eating at a korean restaurant. after dinner, we bought cakes at bizu and brought them to starbucks where they had their coffee and i had my hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up late on wednesday since we couldn't get out early. my sister's car was only allowed on the streets from 10am-3pm and after 7pm. first thing we did was to get dinah and then we were on our way to tagaytay. they wanted to eat at buon giorno's. they weren't familiar as to where we could find the place. so we ended up going back and forth until we finally found the place. it was an italian restaurant. as usual, we ordered pasta and pizza. dinah ordered risotto. the food was really delicious. after eating, we took some pictures. we then went to a coffee place. i forgot the name though.  after coffee, we then started to go back to manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinah went home first. ate and i went to festival mall to get our manicures and pedicures. we then had dinner at sango's. their burgers were quite unique and very delicious. we then had an early night since i was going to fly back to home thursday at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that ends my trip to manila. =) had fun thanks to ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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and after that, i cried because of the pain i felt in my forearms. stupid me, huh! well anyway, i enjoyed the rafting part. it was such a thrill. all we needed was a little coordination. you can view the video of our rafting adventure on youtube. click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4D2J7KqCgE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after we went rafting, we went back to the hotel only to change and go out again. we went to sm cdo to buy some essentials that we forgot to bring. we then went out for dinner. yum! hehe. after that we went back to the hotel because it was pouring. we just stayed in the room and played uno. hmm..don't know what to call it except uno. anyway, it was the type of uno where you played with blocks not the cards.&lt;br /&gt;next day, we went "hiking" at gardens of malasag. it was sort of an ecotour. there were lots of animals and flowers. the view was wonderful. they had this hanging bridge (a small one) and we crossed it. unfortunately, i got cut by the wires holding the bridge up. tsk! bad...&lt;br /&gt;we then went to their famous lim ket kai mall where we took our lunch and bought "pasalubong" for our families and friends. i had a bad moment there though. =( i was supposed to meet someone special to me. but his fear took over him and so he just asked his cousin to meet me. =( bad...&lt;br /&gt;so after malling, we bought something for dinner and went to the pier to catch our boat. had a bit of a cry while everybody else was sleeping and woke up feeling like a zombie. i was tired and depressed. too bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i had fun before that incident happened. thanks a lot to my colleague for inviting us to his hometown.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;after that, our company held a training for Ruby on Rails (RoR). i really really wanted the opportunity to join the training. so i asked my CDG (career development guide) if i could join the training since she's also the manager for those projects using the RoR language. she said she'd talk to the organizers of the training. so i waited. then they told me, i wasn't qualified to join the training since i had a client project. what the?!&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm being rude or anything but then it sucks having a project that doesn't really require you to do much. i can't really learn anything while i'm on this project. i've told my superior just that. i told him, this project doesn't give me any opportunity to learn more. i'm stuck to where i am.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. i know what other people would say. i could read up some stuff and learn on my own. yes, that is true. i could and i know that i'd learn but since i won't be able to apply what i've learned to anything, it's practically useless. my learning would only end up to there. i won't be able to really explore whatever it is i am learning.&lt;br /&gt;ok..so back to the topic now. i really wanted to join the training. one fateful day, as luck would have it. one of the organizers of the training asked me if i'd still want to join the training. the training had already started for a week so i'd be coming in late and i'd have to catch up with all their exercises. nevertheless, i was confident that i could catch up and do all those exercises. huh! i was able to catch up with all the lessons. i learned as much as they had learned but i wasn't able to catch up with all the exercises. i failed to pass 1 of the exercises. oooops!! =D&lt;br /&gt;we had a project to end the training. we were asked to create a social networking site in 5 days. wow! that's really fast. we were able to do it but with less features than your basic social network. for one, we forgot to put in a messaging system. lol! anyway, we were able to get the users to login/logout, add existing users as friends, invite their friends to become members of the site, search some members, upload photos and we also had a profile restriction feature. i know we've got a lot of features missing but hey, 5 days was all we had. actually that was 3 days since our first 2 days were spent on planning and discussing our project.&lt;br /&gt;so even though i started late, i believe i was able to learn a lot. i was able to do things i didn't think i could do in a short span of time. and by the way, we won! 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God blessed him with such a wonderful memory. he remembers most everything. i envy that of him. i envy the way he can remember his past memories as if it were yesterday. telling me of all the details. how wonderful it would be to have such a memory. i, unfortunately, don't have that. i easily forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've never met a man who takes on responsibilities even when it's not explicitly given to him. he takes it on as it is innately part of his duty of being a son, a brother, a father, an uncle, and last but not least as a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the son. he has been quite a big help to his father. he takes care of his father well. he's always there when his father needs him. he's compromised a lot of things for the sake of his dad. wouldn't a father be proud to have a son like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the brother. he's a good brother. he takes care of his younger sister. he helps her in any way he can. he listens when she wants to talk or rant about something. he checks up on his brother's family. making sure they're alright. helping them when they need the help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the father. he has fathered a child and i admire him for not abandoning the girl and his child. he's supporting the child. he takes care of the baby. he loves the kid. i can see it with the way he talks about his boy. he's proud of how his boy can do this and that. i know sometimes he gets tired of chasing after him, disciplining him and all that comes with taking care of a child. but truth is, the kid is still his and he will always love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the uncle. this guy isn't just an uncle to his nieces and nephews. he's a friend to them. he takes care of them..protects them. they all like spending time with him. i guess it's because they have lots of fun with him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the boyfriend. he's not only my boyfriend. he's a friend to me. he takes good care of me. he accompanies me when i'm all alone. he talks to me when i need to be pushed into doing something that's good for me. he listens to me when i need him to. he does things for me. he loves me for who i am. he makes me feel important. he makes me feel like a woman. he has made me a part of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahh..there're still a lot of things i want to say. a lot of things that i can't explain. i cannot put into words everything about him. he means more to me than anybody else. he's the man i love. the man i always think about all throughout the day and night. the man i care about most deeply. someone i would like to take care of...to protect...to share my life with. he's someone i can to talk to about anything that comes to mind. he's someone i can just be with in silence and feel content..happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who might this man be? well, i'd like for you all to meet MIGUEL. the man i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I thought it was one of those nonsense emails that i consider as junk but when i opened it, i saw that it was something different. I really liked the composition. I just wanted to share this with you. The article can also be found &lt;a href="http://davenevins.com/loveofgod/topics/more/soulmate_choice.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partners and Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved.  But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage.  Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling.  Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;When I was younger this fear immobilized me.  I did not want to make a mistake.  I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other.  I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other.  I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence.  They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles.  It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible.  How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the others habits?  What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="inset-pullquote"&gt;Why do some couples glow?&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;The central secret seems to be in choosing well.  There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility.  Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed.  It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset.  Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.  Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together.  It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail.  You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination.  Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts.  Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality.  But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other.  They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears.  They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept up into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;This is the ideal, but not often possible.  If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.  One of these is laughter.  Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each others company over the long term. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="inset-pullquote"&gt;Laughter is the child of surprise&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world.  Laughter is the child of surprise.  If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other.  And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter.  Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour.  Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them.  They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world.  As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again.  If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief.  Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life.  If that makes you love her more, your love will grow.  If it does not, be careful.  If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life.  We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic.  If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance does not become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="inset-pullquote"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do not betray the vision your heart will not deny &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself.  We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams.  From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;So choose carefully and well.  If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts.  I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word.  There is a miracle in marriage.  It is called transformation. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;Transformation is one of the most common events of nature.  The seed becomes the flower.  The cocoon becomes the butterfly.  Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child.  We never question these, because we see them around us every day.  To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;Marriage is a transformation we choose to make.  Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower.  We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good.  If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed.  We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage.  It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.  It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness.  Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion.  All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;But there is positive transformation as well.  Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="inset-pullquote"&gt;Marriage transforms us into full bloom&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt; But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love.  Two histories intermingle.  Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before them.  They remain separate, but they also become one.  There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared.  This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps.  Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers.  Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one.  Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="quote"&gt;So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons.  It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation.  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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360499-2455104152566246442?l=myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/2007/02/partners-and-marriage.html' title='Partners and Marriage'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2455104152566246442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360499&amp;postID=2455104152566246442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360499/posts/default/2455104152566246442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360499/posts/default/2455104152566246442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myeverydaymusings.blogspot.com/2007/02/partners-and-marriage.html' title='Partners and Marriage'/><author><name>chengi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04877560401501806824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/28/75/4445782/9271167157547s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360499.post-117135163150790473</id><published>2007-02-13T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:41:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting a new friend</title><content type='html'>someone sent me a message through text yesterday that she was here in cebu. we got to know each other through this site called www.club1ph.com. we weren't really that close but we considered each other as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought i wouldn't be able to see her when their group went to ayala.  fortunately, my office is  just 5 minutes away from the said building. she  sent me a message that she was there in ayala and so i also sent a message to our other friend that she's waiting for us at ayala. we (ross and i) both went to ayala to meet our friend lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought she would be someone who is "ma-arte" and be that stereotypical manila girl but she wasn't. when i saw her for the first time, i said to myself, "she's not like those other manila girls." and i was right. she really wasn't. she was cool and talkative and we had fun talking and strolling along ayala. we took some pictures of us together. sort of a remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, yesterday was a fun-filled day. hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We&lt;br /&gt;always try to find to ease the pain, and to learn to&lt;br /&gt;understand and forgive. Thats how love works. The&lt;br /&gt;thought of losing someone dear to us is scary, and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes unimaginable. And when the warm love&lt;br /&gt;fades away, we allow ourselves to fall in a world of&lt;br /&gt;make believe. When we keep our relationship and&lt;br /&gt;hold to a feeling even only in our minds, then we&lt;br /&gt;loose grip of what reality really is, and the feeling&lt;br /&gt;is not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past behind us is often difficult coz it will&lt;br /&gt;always take a little part of with it. It leaves an&lt;br /&gt;empty space in our hearts that is only filled with&lt;br /&gt;bitterness and pain. Loving too much doesnt hurt,&lt;br /&gt;it is when we expect this love to be returned that&lt;br /&gt;we begin 2 seek approval and affection on the&lt;br /&gt;things weve done and we are taken for granted and love that we once freely and happily offered.&lt;br /&gt;Things will never take its turn for the better if we let&lt;br /&gt;the past cast shadow upon our lives. Theres no&lt;br /&gt;use holding on to the feeling that is already dead. If&lt;br /&gt;he belongs to someone else now, then let it be&lt;br /&gt;that way. Dont waste your time waiting for&lt;br /&gt;someone who never really cared about how you&lt;br /&gt;would have felt. Open your heart again and give&lt;br /&gt;yourself a chance to find the person who would make&lt;br /&gt;loving worth the pain and the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone with all our hearts is not all that it&lt;br /&gt;takes to make a relationship last. Even if we prove&lt;br /&gt;our worth in many ways, seen or unseen, we still&lt;br /&gt;cannot be given a guarantee of permanence and&lt;br /&gt;loyalty in our relationships. Relationships that work&lt;br /&gt;are those that do not live on love alone but strive&lt;br /&gt;on mutual respect, kindness and loyalty. Even in&lt;br /&gt;our best effort to keep our bonds strong and&lt;br /&gt;steadfast, there are just time s when we have to&lt;br /&gt;accept that not all relationships are meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone doesnt always mean that were&lt;br /&gt;going to be loved in return. Being faithful doesnt&lt;br /&gt;always mean that your partner will always be true&lt;br /&gt;to you. Getting into a relationship is always a risk.&lt;br /&gt;There is just no guarantee that it will work the first&lt;br /&gt;time, or even the second or third time, if there will&lt;br /&gt;be any. Sometimes, love means having to say&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to someone you would have wished to&lt;br /&gt;become one with. Sometimes, love means getting&lt;br /&gt;hurt and being broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the pain that comes with loving we&lt;br /&gt;should never let our hearts be destined to anger&lt;br /&gt;and imprisoned by our need for justice. When love&lt;br /&gt;comes into our lives we should be thankful&lt;br /&gt;because it brings out the best and the good in all&lt;br /&gt;of us. But when it leaves and goes against our will,&lt;br /&gt;we should be sorry for a while for there should be&lt;br /&gt;no room for hatre d to grow in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone we love leaves us shattered, we&lt;br /&gt;never have to pick-up the broken pieces of our lives&lt;br /&gt;for we never lose what we give unselfishly out of&lt;br /&gt;love. We only lose so much of ourselves when we&lt;br /&gt;wallow in bitterness and in our unwillingness to&lt;br /&gt;forgive. A love lost is not a love lost forever. In our&lt;br /&gt;own time we will find the person meant to be one&lt;br /&gt;with us. Some have already find their destiny,&lt;br /&gt;others are still searching. Yours may already be&lt;br /&gt;next in line but the only way to find out is to leave&lt;br /&gt;yesterday behind, take the next step today and&lt;br /&gt;look forward with hope and with fervent prayer for&lt;br /&gt;that love that will last us all eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You know the story&lt;br /&gt;You read the books&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets girl&lt;br /&gt;And they fall forever in love&lt;br /&gt;But I know better&lt;br /&gt;So here goes a tale&lt;br /&gt;Of the realest of the real&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now once upon a time in a small world,&lt;br /&gt;It was everything that I dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;He was my gem and I was his pearl&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could come between us&lt;br /&gt;A prince charming to call my own&lt;br /&gt;Until the day that he broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;And left me wondering all alone&lt;br /&gt;Picking my mind and soul apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in love (I used to believe in love)&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in fairy tales (In fairy tales)&lt;br /&gt;but Since my heart's been crushed (It's been crushed)&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in much, i need help (No no no no no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way to turn&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out for myself&lt;br /&gt;I've just started to learn (La da da dee, oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a good story supposed to end&lt;br /&gt;Unhappily ever after&lt;br /&gt;Just as wonderful as it began&lt;br /&gt;And carry on for a few chapters&lt;br /&gt;Then how come each time I open up&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get past page one&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for me to close up&lt;br /&gt;And go back on the shelf because I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in love (I used to believe in love)&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in fairy tales (In fairy tales)&lt;br /&gt;but Since my heart's been crushed (Since my heart's been crushed)&lt;br /&gt;Just don't believe in much, i need help Don't know which way to turn (I don't know which way to turn)&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out for myself&lt;br /&gt;I've just started to learn (La da da dee oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;Why do my dreams seem so far (Why they seem so far)&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody tell me why (Can you help me)&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me out&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me what love is all about&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never noticed for myself (Don't believe in fairy tales)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't believe in fairy tales no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in love(in love)&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;used to believe used to believe&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Since my heart's been crushed&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in much, i need help(I don't believe in much)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way to turn&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out for myself (Oh no no no no no)&lt;br /&gt;I've just started to learn (Just started to learn)&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing in fairy tales (There's no such thing in fairy tales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe in love&lt;br /&gt;Used to believe fairy tales (La da da da)&lt;br /&gt;but Since my heart's been crushed&lt;br /&gt;Just don't believe in much, i need help&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way to turn (I don't know which way)&lt;br /&gt;Figure it out for myself&lt;br /&gt;I've just started to learn&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Ambitious and serious Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside........ Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality, sexy. Affectionate, Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Hesitating, tends to delay Loves attention.Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's probl ems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory....... Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance .   Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Attracts others and loves attention. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. .&lt;br /&gt;Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious, executive. romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring. Loves to make friends. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defence. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.&lt;br /&gt;Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings........ Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the centre. Inner and physical beauty. Doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited....... Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody. Loyal and generous. Sexy Strong lover. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Loves to love.Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. 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