<?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-13889043</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:01:43.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of a hopeless romantic</title><subtitle type='html'>just some thoughts or insights on love and relationships and everything in between borrowed and found from everywhere and anywhere. &lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1099657145176954050</id><published>2009-01-15T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:32:44.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Stranger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dear Stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Last night I drifted back to the past -- the part where everything was all good between us; when we both fought against all the negativity &amp;amp;&amp;amp; doubts. Last night was about pure nostalgia. It reminded me how harsh change really is. It wasn`t an intentional thing -- to be walking down memory lane. I don`t know what triggered it. It must be all the sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do you think it`s that easy, that it`ll all just disappear?.. I am sorry. Because you`ve become so vague &amp;amp;&amp;amp; evasive. Because you probably think I`m just like a stranger, too. I`m writing this not to put blame on you, but because it`s the only way I can explain myself. At least, here, there are no interruptions, no yelling, no crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish we`d agree on something. I wish you could see how bad it makes me feel, when people assume that I`m the inconsiderate one. That I`m the one who doesn`t seem to care, that I`m the one who`s always waiting to be approached. I may not be that expressive, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I may not talk freely about what`s going on between us. But that doesn`t mean that I don`t care. Or that I`m too casual about it. What ever happened to knowing me inside &amp;amp; out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Last night, I wanted so badly to be there for you. I don`t know why, but I felt like you didn`t want me to be. Like you didn`t need reassurance from me. But I took that, because I know how it feels to be going through something; that the last thing you need is someone to bug you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; force you to talk when you`re not ready. I didn`t want to ruin your night, I didn`t want to be part of the problem. We`re supposed to be on the same wavelength -- now we`re colliding against each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I guess what bugged me was the fact that you were nonchalant about it. That you were probably thinking I was just acting up or blowing things out of proportion. I wonder what it would take for a guy to really &amp;amp;&amp;amp; truly understand what`s going through a girl`s mind, or how her heart is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I`m starting to grow tired of having to explain myself. It gets me nowhere, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it just leaves me sad &amp;amp;&amp;amp; frustrated. There are times when I feel the urge to be angry, to scream, to let you know what`s hurting me or what`s confusing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I can`t. I don`t know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Probably because everything just hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I lose everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; What am I supposed to do? It`s like reaching out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just being pushed away. I guess you`re thinking I`m crazy; that I`m just being too pessimistic. It`s not always about what you`re thinking, it`s not always about what I`m thinking -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's about us, how we should be able to compromise, to take each other's feelings into consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; It`s not fun not being able to say what I really want to. I`m almost always speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Most of the time, my silence gives off the wrong signals. It makes you think I`m cold &amp;amp;&amp;amp; insensitive. Do you know, that inside, it`s the exact opposite? Silence doesn`t always mean anger -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;try to realize that it means there`s something I can`t say, or that there`s something that`s hurting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I want to be there for you through everything, but things seem to keep blocking me from doing that. I want you to fully understand how hard this is, without thinking I`m over-analyzing. I`m not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I`m holding on to someone even though I don`t know who she is anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;God knows how hard this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&amp;amp; He also knows that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;despite everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I`d still do anything for you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1099657145176954050?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1099657145176954050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1099657145176954050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1099657145176954050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1099657145176954050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-stranger.html' title='Dear Stranger...'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6152823749970086589</id><published>2009-01-14T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:40:18.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You're Still Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destiny Addict &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ito 'yung mga taong hinihintay na gumawa ang tadhana ng paraan para pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "soulmates" and whatever. Ayaw kumilos o kung ano pa dahil naniniwala siya na kung sino man 'yung talagang meant for him/her ay darating na lang bigla sa paraang hindi niya inaasahan--wow, parang Serendiptiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dadating din 'yan. 'Wag kasing hanapin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perfectionist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula nung magkamalay ang taong ito, nakalista na ang mga bagay na gusto niya sa kanyang magiging boypren/girlpren. kapag may nakilala siya at nakitang madumi ang kuko, magkadikit ang kilay, may butas sa ngipin, o parang penguin maglakad, wala na. Turn off na 'yun para sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ok na sana siya e. Kaya lang gusto ko 'yung ganito..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Busy Bee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na sila pero masyado kang maraming inaasikaso tulad ng libro, bolpen, papel at calculator. Umaalis ka ng 6 am sa bahay at umuuwi ng 7 ng gabi 'pag weekdays. Pagdating mo sa bahay, gagawa lang ng homework at matutulog na. Masaya ka nang makanood ng TV 'pag Sabado (at gumawa ulit ng homework). Sapat na sa'yo ang kumain sa labas kasama ang pamilya 'pag Linggo (at gumawa pa rin ng homework).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry. Wala akong time sa ganyan e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friend Forever version 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunwari ka pa dyan. Alam mo namang gusto mo talaga 'yang best friend o special friend mo pero hindi mo lang sinasabi at pinapadama dahil ayaw mong masira ang pagkakaibigan niyong dalawa. 'Yung tipong 'pag may kasmang iba 'yung gusto mo, kunwari ka pang masaya ka para sa kanya pero sa totoo lang, gusto mo na malusaw na parang ice dahil sa Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm so happy for you!&lt;/span&gt;" o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sayang naman 'yung pinagsamahan e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friend Forever version 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala tayong magagawa pero talagang malapit ka lang sa kabilang kasarian--pero bilang kaibigan lang. One-of-the-boys, ladies' man. Hindi ka naman homo o bi pero sadyang kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa mga taong hindi mo kapareho ng chromosomes. Masaya ka nang nakaka-hang out lang sila, nakakakwentuhan, niyayakap nang walang halong malisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May inuman ba mamaya?"&lt;/span&gt; (kung babae) o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hatid ko ba kayo mamaya?"&lt;/span&gt; (kung lalaki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Born to be One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single-blessed ka at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :-) Nilikha ka siguro para magaing mag-isa (pero syempre may pamilya at kaibigan ka naman, duh) hanggang tumanda ka na at ipadala sa Home for the Aged. Marami akong kakilalang mukhang ganito ang patutunguhan at hindi naman sila mga pangit o abnoy talaga. Minsan lang, masyado sila masungit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mag-isa ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy-go-lucky&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eto 'yung taong masaya na sa trip-trip lang at kung anu-anong mga happenings. Kahit sino na lang basta no strings attached. For fun lang at walang seryosohan please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not ready to commit e, but I really like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wrong Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eto naman 'yung mga laging idinadahilan na masyado pa silang bata o kaya masyado na silang matanda. May mga tao raw na ganyan, 'yung pakiramdam nila laging may tamang panahon para sa pag-ibig. Pero ang labo lang kasi tuwing may pagkakataon naman, lagi nilang naiisip na maling panahon pa iyon. Oo, wrong timing lagi ang pag-ibig para sa kanila kasi madalas sumasakto kung kelan meron silang board exams, problema sa pamilya, o long test kinabukasan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We had the right love at the wrong time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Parent Trap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ni mama o ni papa na magkaboypren/girlpren ang kanilang unica hija/hijo kahit na 22 years old na ito at kumikita na ng sarili niyang pera. Kailangan daw magkaron ka muna ng isang strand ng puting buhok bago may makadalaw sa'yo sa bahay. O kaya, baka ikaw 'yung may problema dahil natatakot ka sa iisipin ng mga magulang mo tungkol sa iyong gusto. Baka kasi sabihin nila na masyado siyang bansot/ matangkad/ baboy/ payatot para sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baka kasi magalit si Papa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trauma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa dami ng mga heartbreak na iyong nadama at emo songs na napakinggan mo na noon, sinumpa mo nang hindi ka magmamahal. Ayaw mo na. Sawa ka na sa paglalaslas ng pulso, este, sa paglalagay ng mga madramang stat message sa YM at pag-iyak ng balde-baldeng luha. Awwwww. &gt;:D&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6152823749970086589?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6152823749970086589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6152823749970086589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6152823749970086589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6152823749970086589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-youre-still-single.html' title='Why You&apos;re Still Single'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7962647910475923927</id><published>2008-10-02T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:45:00.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest advice</title><content type='html'>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;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;Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough and 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;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/Mrs Right. &lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.&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 life's more hasty decisions.&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;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life.&lt;br /&gt;Take away the clutter. Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.&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;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;Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Love Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Walk barefoot. Dance with wild abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Cry at the movies.&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;It is true that life does not get easier with age. It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in your God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old. Just grow YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7962647910475923927?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7962647910475923927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7962647910475923927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7962647910475923927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7962647910475923927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/10/greatest-advice.html' title='the greatest advice'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-4003722760432960244</id><published>2008-09-27T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:55:59.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to CONSIDER to know if he MIGHT be "The One"</title><content type='html'>1) Find the guy who will treat you right ---- despite your silly moods swings and temper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Find the guy you will miss terribly, the one who will make days feel like years... the one who calls back when you hang up on him... holds your hand when you're scared... hugs you unconditionally when you're down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, whispers "i love you" when you least expect it... the one who smiles at you just to brighten up your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Be with the one who wants to show you off to the world, the one who holds your hand in front of his friends, and the one who's not afraid to hug you in public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Find the guy who constantly reminds you how much he cares for you, the one who leaves an extra jacket in his car in case you get cold, the guy who thinks you're still just as beautiful even if you've gained weight, cut your hair, or changed your look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Stay with the one who loves your friends and family, takes interest in your hobbies, your likes, and even the little things that would make you smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Stay with the guy who not only thinks about you today but shares his dreams of being with you in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Love the man who loves God, life, and all its blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Love the man who will bring out the best in you, the one who will not only tell you how beautiful you are today but make you feel you are for the rest of your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Be grateful if you have already found him ---&lt;br /&gt;Cherish him&lt;br /&gt;Love him&lt;br /&gt;Accept him for the man he was, he is, and the man he intends to be&lt;br /&gt;    ---- And if you haven't, keep believing he will come... at the most unexpected circumstances but with all of God's blessing and love.&lt;br /&gt;When you pray for something great to come into your life, at the right time, with the right reasons, the entire universe will conspire to make it happen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-4003722760432960244?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4003722760432960244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=4003722760432960244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4003722760432960244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4003722760432960244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-to-consider-to-know-if-he-might.html' title='Things to CONSIDER to know if he MIGHT be &quot;The One&quot;'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3941421981815860749</id><published>2008-09-17T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:27:51.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a girl fall in love with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="eugenecarlimmanuel" author_possessive="eugenecarlimmanuel's"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 22, 24); font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The thought of learning how to make a girl fall in love with you is a disturbing one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Love is a huge emotion that can radically and completely dictate someone’s life. If it was possible to perform a few magical steps in order to make someone fall in love with you, we would live in a harsh world of broken hearts. Uh oh… don’t we already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;You cannot make anyone do anything and you certainly cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;anyone love you. The more you try to make someone love you, the less they will. Its kind of a catch-22 in that way but fortunately there are two aspects you can concentrate on to help you along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;What do you love in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Usually its the things that make you happy and the things that we attribute the most value to. Keeping in mind these two aspects of human nature, we can therefore conclude that in order for someone to love us, we must make them happy and we must be valuable to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Let’s work on making them happy first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, its really simple and is overlooked by most people. The simple rule to making someone happy is to be happy yourself. Being happy is contagious and people in your presence will automatically feel similar to you. If you’re happy about life, then the people around you will want to have you around them as well. If you’re always down, depressed or angry, then you are making yourself very hard to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Example #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Think of someone that you love or loved. Imagine them in your mind until you can see a picture of their face. In this picture, are they happy or sad ? Its very likely that in the mental picture that you have, they are smiling or happy. If it worked for you, then it should also work for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The concept when pondering about how to make a girl fall in love with you is value. The things you love the most consequently have a lot of value. Can you really fall in love with something that has no value? Things that are replaceable, or are easily attainable have little value in our lives. So make yourself valuable and people will love you. Being valuable isn’t as hard as people think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The concept of value is relative, in an organization, the most valuable person is the boss even if in another situation, he could be completely insignificant. This is why so many secretaries are attracted to their boss. He has the most value. Let’s take this concept and apply it in practical situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Example #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, If you’re in school, then the most valuable person will be the person that is most respected by his peers. This can be the football star among cheerleaders, or the smart guy who gets the best grades. He can also be the guy who makes the girls laugh the most, or the guy that has the best house parties that everyone wants to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;In a work environment, the most valuable person can once again, be the social funny guy that everyone wants to hang out with, or the boss, or the sharp guy that the boss respects the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;But… what if the girl I like doesn’t know about these social situations ? Well then… Tell her about your day! Although not as efficient, just telling her about your daily interactions (in a non-gloating way) can be an effective way of communicating your value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofseductions.com/doubleyourdating" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Double Your Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; book explains in detail exactly how to be perceived as the most valuable person while building massive attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;In the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, the concept of learning how to make a girl fall in love with you is a flawed one because as soon as you try to make someone love you, they won’t. So instead, concentrate on being happy and valuable, the rest will come naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-- Art of Seduction by Robert Greene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3941421981815860749?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3941421981815860749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3941421981815860749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3941421981815860749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3941421981815860749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-make-girl-fall-in-love-with-you.html' title='How to make a girl fall in love with you.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5501299073675070059</id><published>2008-09-17T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:24:39.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 ways to make a girl fall head over heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(58, 22, 24); font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Don't flirt with other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It makes us feel like we're not good enough for you. We feel like we did something wrong so you are making up for it with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Even if you're not going out, heck, even if you're not friends, don't say bad stuff about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We could be the meanest people in the world to you, but most of the time we're joking and we think you're serious. You haven't seen mean until you say something bad about us. We have evil sides and we're not afraid to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We're not toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't just have your fun with us and drop us. We're serious about things. That's just mean and we'll spend days wondering what we ever did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your arms around our waist firmly but gently, holding us close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you can, smell our hair! For most girls, we try to succeed in making it smell and look good! Plus, we know you love the smell, why try to sneak around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you've done something wrong, fess up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tell us before we have to ask you about it. Trust me, when we ask, we'll be twice as angry, and that's just if you tell the truth. We know. We don't guess when we confront you. We have our connections, and we know what's going on. Lie to us and you can pretty much send your death wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When we say we love you, we mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We're not willing to tell just anyone that. Our hearts are gentle and it's very hard to trust guys, and it takes time. Don't worry if you tell us you love us and we don't say it back right away. We do, we're just thinking about how sweet it was that you said it first. And if it takes a day or two, we're not deciding. We're figuring out how we can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If we have guy friends, we love how you hold us close when we talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We think it's cute when you get all jealous, but don't overdo it. We're not dumb, we're not gonna mess around. We're not flirting, so don't blame us later. Now, if some guy friend of our's is flirting with us, then you have every right to overreact and kick his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Anything you'd want us to know about you... know about us, too. We'll memorize every fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We'll have our friends quiz us on how many homeruns you had in a season, what your favorite color is... But it's gonna hurt if we know so much about us and all you can say is, "Uhh..." and make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If our eyes are shiny, we're either really happy or we're about to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Look at our smile and the way our face is. Is it the same way it is when you make us laugh? If not, we're going to cry. At that point, if you can tell, turn us so that we're facing you and wrap your arms around us tight so that we feel like nothing could harm us at all while we're there, and stroke our hair. When we cry, often we will bury our heads in your shoulder. If we don't, wipe away our tears. Whisper gently in our ear. Tell us it's okay, even if you don't know what we're crying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Know that we like it when you tickle us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It makes us laugh and reminds us that you know that exact spot that makes us cry we're laughing so hard. It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Surprise us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Call before you're at the door, make sure you have good timing. Tell us to look out the window, or open the door. We'll see you and hang up and run to your side. Bring flowers for now reason. Give us candy when we're down, that always works! Show up just to kiss us and see us smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Show us how much you love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That doesn't mean show us how bad you want to have sex. We're not walking beds. (So, in other words, we're not just easy legs walking around.) We love it when you whisper in our ear, or breath on our neck. We like it when you kiss under our jaw down our neck, resting your head on our shoulder. We feel like we're repaying you for every time we rest on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We love to look at the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Plan a night to surprise us and don't tell us where you're taking us no matter how much we may beg. Take a picnic dinner, candles, a lighter, plastic glasses and sparkling cider. Don't forget to bring lots and lots of coffee for us! We love that stuff. Bring 3 blankets. One for the ground when we lay on top of you in your arms, one for over the top of both of you, and another that you sneak on top of her during the night, just in case she gets cold. Hold us close and let us look up at the stars in your arms. If we fall asleep, don't wake us up. Stay the night with us right there, and let us use you for a pillow. Get comfortable, but try your hardest not to disturb our sleep, because if we open our eyes we'll tell you to take us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If your friends think it's cool to have sex, it doesn't mean we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We have plans for our lives, usually. And if not, we're still not ready to handle that kind of pressure. Being in a relationship is a lot of responsibility itself, and having sex just means you have to be more committed. Wait until we're ready. If you pressure us, we're going to get mad and we might not ever have sex with you. (Another way to put it: We'll dump you, no matter how much it hurts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sing to us in the quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Even if you're horrible. Especially if you're good. We love to hear you. If you're bad at it, it just shows that you would show us anything, even if it's not the most pleasurable thing you would choose to do. It shows us you're open with us and are willing to do whatever we want. In the quiet it comforts us and reminds us you're there, and it really turns us on, and you're likely to get a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Dance with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With or without music. Even in the funniest of places. If we announce we love the song, that's your big hint that we want you to ask us to dance. And even if we don't say that, offer anyways. The worst thing we could do is say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't embarrass us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If you act immature in front of us, we will scold you like your mother would. We'll chew you out and rip you a new one, telling you exactly how much we never want to be seen with you. If, in fact, you do embarrass us publicly, after we're completely through chewing you out, say you're sorry. Tell us you didn't mean to embarrass us and ask for our forgiveness. Then, once we sigh, put your hands on our shoulders and let them slide to rest on our hips. DON'T try to kiss us. Wait for us to be ready. Who knows how long we'll be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Meet our parents right off the bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We love it when you include our family. If you get the chance, refuse to go out with us until you meet our parents. Figure out a day when you can come home with us and have dinner with the rents... Be Mr. Polite to the parents. Shake hands with her dad firmly and cooly. Shake her mother's hand first and be gentle. Do remember, she's cooking your food. Smile at them and smile at her afterward. If she has siblings, be Mr. Perfect. They'll love you if you tell them something they don't know. And if you show them how to do something, they'll love you forever. Keep in mind that they look up to her, so if you play your cards right, they'll look up to you, too. If they're older, they're sure to be protective. They might not appear it at first, but they care deeply who their younger sister is with. If it's a brother, be nice and polite and show him without action exactly how much you want to care for her. Prove to her whole family why you should be with her. Ask her dad. Make sure it's alright with him. Then, when you get the okay, kiss her hand and ask her to a date you've previously planned in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Pay for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She'd offer to pay for half and even all of it. Don't let her. Call it your treat. Even if you pay every time, it means that we have more money to spend on those little gifts we love to get you. Like those photo albums we love to decorate and put pictures of the two of you together. Those do cost money. And the cologne we get you for Christmas or your birthday? Yah, that's real stuff right there. It ain't cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last, but not least and the most important of all, love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With all of your heart, love her. Love her like there's no one else out there for you, because as far as you know, there isn't. Don't doubt our unconditional love for you. Kiss us like you've never kissed before. Hold us like no one could fit more perfectly in your arms. Love us like no one could fill that hold that we do any better. Look past the flaws that we constantly point out and even reject them. When we say we look fat or ugly, reject it instantly and remind us how beautiful we are. Point out something about us you love. Think about her before anyone else.&lt;/div&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/13889043-5501299073675070059?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5501299073675070059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5501299073675070059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5501299073675070059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5501299073675070059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-ways-to-make-girl-fall-head-over.html' title='20 ways to make a girl fall head over heels'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-9115295307811299549</id><published>2008-09-10T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:34:07.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Are difficult.There are two choices: the first would be for me to let you know. And doing so, I'm risking a lot. I'm risking friendship. Never talking again? Not talking to me the same way? I don't think I can take that. OR, I let you know and I feel that there's a possibility that you won't reject me... just a feeling. I'm not confident about that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second choice would be for me to never let you know. Doing so, I'll NEVER know how you'll react- that's my safe choice though. No risks. It would just be annoying if you were actually waiting for me to let you know. (&lt;em&gt;Walang risk. Nakakainis lang kung hinihintay mo ako umamin diba?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-9115295307811299549?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/9115295307811299549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=9115295307811299549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/9115295307811299549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/9115295307811299549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/09/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6076101822062230965</id><published>2008-09-03T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:04:32.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Install Love</title><content type='html'>How to Install Love?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible?&lt;br /&gt;Can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the following conversation then try to follow the steps given by the Acting customer care representative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service (CS) Rep. : Yes, Ma'am, how can Ihelp you today?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decidedto install LOVE.Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : Yes, I can help you. Are you ready toproceed?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I thinkI'm ready to install now. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : The first step is to open your HEART. Haveyou located your HEART ma'am&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I have, but there are several otherprograms running right now.Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : What programs are running ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let's see, I have PAST-HURT.EXE,LOW-ESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE,and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : No problem. LOVE will gradually erasePAST-HURT.EXE from your currentoperating system. It may remain in your permanentmemory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwriteLOW-ESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own calledHIGH-ESTEEM. EXE. However, you have to completely turnoff GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM.Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed.Can you turn those off ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can youtell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : My pleasure. Go to your Start menu andinvoke FORGIVENESS. EXE.Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXEand RESENTMENT.COM havebeen completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done. LOVE has started installingitself automatically. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : Yes. You should receive a message that saysit will reinstall for the life of your HEART.Do you see that message?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I! do. Is it completely installed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : Yes, but remember that you have only thebase program.You need to begin connecting to other HEART's in orderto get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops. I have an error message already. Whatshould I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : What does the message say?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ONINTERNAL COMPONENTS."What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem.It means that the LOVE program is setup to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been runon your HEART. It is one of thosecomplicated programming things, but in non-technicalterms it means you have to "LOVE" yourown machine before it can "LOVE" others.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : Can you pull down the directory called"SELF-ACCEPTANCE" ?Customer: Yes, I have it.CS Rep. : Excellent. You're getting good at this.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : You're welcome. Click on the following filesand then copy them to the "MYHEART"directory: FORGIVE-SELF. DOC, REALIZE-WORTH. TXT, andACKNOWLEDGE-LIMITATIONS. DOC. The system will overwrite anyconflicting files and begin patching any faultyprogramming. Also, you need to deleteVERBOSE-SELF- CRITIC.EXE from all directories, andthen empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure itis completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with newfiles. SMILE.MPG is playing on mymonitor right now and it shows that PEACE.EXE, andCONTENTMENT. COM are copyingthemselves all over my HEART. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : Sometimes. For others it takes a while, buteventually everything gets downloaded atthe proper time. So, LOVE is installed and running.You should be able to handle it from here.One more thing before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and itsvarious modules to everybody you meet.They will in turn share it with other people and theywill return some similarly cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I will. Thanks for your help. By the way,what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep. : You can call me the Divine Cardiologist,also known as The Great Physician, but mostcall me God. Most people feel all they need is anannual checkup to stay heart-healthy, but themanufacturer (Me) suggests a schedule of dailymaintenance for maximum efficiency.Put another way, keep in touch.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6076101822062230965?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6076101822062230965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6076101822062230965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6076101822062230965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6076101822062230965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-install-love.html' title='How to Install Love'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5656131600430386049</id><published>2008-08-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:51:05.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIRL FACTS---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a break-up she wants you back&lt;br /&gt;but she is too Scared she'll get hurt and knows you're gone forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you catch a girl glancing at you,&lt;br /&gt;She wants you to look back and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl bumps into your arm, while walking with you&lt;br /&gt;She wants you to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;She will just stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break a girl’s heart&lt;br /&gt;She still feels it when you run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of things are running through her mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;She is thinking deeply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;She is wondering how long you will be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;She is not fine at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;She is wondering why you are playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;She has made up her mind that you are Her future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world can miss you more Than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY FACTS---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine" after a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;He means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;He wishes you would care about him and wonders if you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re laying your head on a guy's chest,&lt;br /&gt;He has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls/texts/comments/messages you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;He is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves you,&lt;br /&gt;He means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;He’s with you till you’re done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;He misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5656131600430386049?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5656131600430386049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5656131600430386049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5656131600430386049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5656131600430386049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-facts-when-girl-is-mean-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-4951724535964715769</id><published>2008-08-02T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:12:57.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To All The Nice Guys</title><content type='html'>What happened to all the nice guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple: you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Build a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were five years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Recovering Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Pulled from the best of Craigslist-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lax/483318927.html"&gt;http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lax/483318927.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-4951724535964715769?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4951724535964715769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=4951724535964715769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4951724535964715769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4951724535964715769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happened-to-all-nice-guys.html' title='What Happened To All The Nice Guys'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5940661731630832366</id><published>2008-07-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:17:50.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If A Man Wants You</title><content type='html'>By: Salma Rumman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that’s not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can’t "be friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stay because you think "it will get better." You’ll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant, Why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man’s behavior. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else’s man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A man will only treat you the way you allow him to treat you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are not dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two-way street.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal between relationships...There is nothing cute about baggage. Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You should never look for someone to complete you. A relationship consists of two whole individuals. Look for someone complimentary, not supplementary.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun; even if he doesn’t turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Make him miss you sometimes. When a man always know where you are, and you’re always readily available to him—he takes it for granted.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fully commit to a man who doesn’t give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5940661731630832366?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5940661731630832366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5940661731630832366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5940661731630832366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5940661731630832366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-man-wants-you.html' title='If A Man Wants You'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6639883974897357724</id><published>2008-06-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:35:44.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing</title><content type='html'>By IagoThursday, May 03, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circe told me to write about break ups. I told her no. I told her that there are so many things to write about, why would I spend my time reliving painful memories. Don't get me started, I told her, And besides, what kind of sadomasochist do you think I am? The kind that we all are, she said. You've fallen in love, and you'll fall in love again, she said. That makes you a masochist. And it's only a matter of a few fights into the relationship that you'll become a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her no. I wanted to write about the love of my life, and I wanted to make it happy. Did it end happy, Circe asked. No relationship ends happy if it ends, I replied. Uh-huh, she said, then go ahead and try to make it happy.&lt;br /&gt;And so this last week, as I finished packing my boxes before I leave this weekend for the States, I went slowly over an old box of photos and letters that I never bothered to throw out. It was one of the last boxes I was going to pack for storage, and there was a reason I was putting it off for the last. It was full of things: papers, pictures, souvenirs, a little green book of poetry – so stuffed with memories that it couldn't shut properly. After I went through it and tried to unsuccessfully put everything back in, I realized it was a metaphor for closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that Circe for being right. Damn Circe for getting me started. She made me remember the Love of My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the history of my life, she was the Pearl Harbor and the invention of the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;After six years I still could never take my eyes off her. Few things could do that. The sky is one of them. She and I would get drunk on Steely Dan and darkness. "Did you know that Steely Dan was named after a dildo?" she said. She smiled crooked, like a careful cat. The days she let me love her were the only days I never looked at anyone else. "I want for nothing," I'd tell her. Steely Dan's Hey Nineteen would fade out, the disk would change, and Gershwin's winds would come in, and she'd kiss me, and cymbals would crash, then drums, then drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyday is like a holiday with you," she'd tell me. We'd declare holidays for any reason whatsoever - because it was Thursday, or because she'd gotten a bonus, or because it was hot outside, or because we deserved it damn it. We'd hide like children under the blankets, and I'd be the back spoon when she'd call her secretary to say she wouldn't be coming in she was feeling ill, and I'd smell sugar behind her ear and nuzzle her neck. She'd try not to giggle, and it felt like we were skipping school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, a cello in my bed. In the morning we'd awaken, she'd sit up, raise her arms crossed above her head and stretch, her back long to me, her hair long down her back, the white sheets fallen away from her like Christmas wrapper from an expensive jewelry store. Beyond her, through the floor to ceiling windows, the city soared with the rising sun, steel buildings tall in the distance, and the blue sky, and she, stretching, long as the skyscrapers, framed by the view of the morning emerging. A cello in my bed. That was the music I'd wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning it was difficult to say I love you. There is no such commitment as those three words. So I never said it. I mean, I never spoke them aloud, not while she could hear. Sometimes when we'd talk on the phone and after she'd hang up, I'd tell her; or sometimes when she was fast asleep and snoring gently I'd tell her. I told her often, even if she didn't know it. I guess I couldn't help myself from feeling it, so I'd say it without her knowing. One time after making love, she lay on top of me. "Heavy?" she asked quietly, which I heard wrong, and responded to what she said, earnestly, with my heart overflowing. "I love you too!" I'd said. How she laughed at catching me! Later on, Heavy was what we'd say when we wanted to express our love. Quite fitting, I think. Towards the end, we couldn't help but express our love. I love you with all of my heart, I'd say. And I'd never meant it more in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She set the standard to which every other woman in my life was measured. They never measured up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentedness sitting on the rug having breakfast on the coffee table while watching telly with the love of your life. Sure, there's the passion of the nuclear fusion of two people, and there's the happiness of pastimes shared, and the excitement of discovery or rediscovery. But to be content is where it's truly at. It's like a cup of hot chocolate. With marshmallows. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd miss her even while I was with her. The enormity of her absence was like a pin prick through my eye. Her leaving me dashed me on the rocks like so much scotch. I drowned my sorrows in my sorrows. That's how I feel, until now. That's why I sound like a bad romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke "Don't go," like a mantra, varying my delivery like it would make a difference – trying to be witty and dashing, trying to be stern and strong, trying to gentle and earnest. She was like a combination lock that wouldn't open. Does Fabio ever have this problem?&lt;br /&gt;It's been years, I think. Seems that way. "I want for nothing," I'd tell her, and I meant it. Now, I want for nothing but her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of break ups is hinged on a single definitive point, the moment that presents itself, and echoes in your head while you sit in darkness and wonder what happened, knowing full well what happened but wondering how you could have let it happen. In the darkness you try to figure out how you can fix it, but some things can never be fixed. And that knowledge is sharp and cold as mornings alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater motivation for humanity's fantasies of time machines as love lost. Regret is the worst thing to have, but sometimes it is undeniable. What if I took a deep breath and kept my mouth shut what if I communicated more what if I controlled my temper what if I listened what if I lowered my pride what if I told her how I feel what if what if what if. My heart's worn out with what ifs. These are my ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it all one time, and then I don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left I grew old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a good break up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6639883974897357724?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6639883974897357724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6639883974897357724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6639883974897357724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6639883974897357724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/06/losing.html' title='Losing'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5280825625233089840</id><published>2008-06-27T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:26:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partners and Marriage</title><content type='html'>By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 tosucceed. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 away 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. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get toknow each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot seeclearly, 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term. 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. 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 view point on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same view point, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 ofthem. 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 doesn't become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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. 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 marriagecan take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speakof a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. 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 knowt hem they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformationwe choose to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ofthis passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation aswell. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. 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 consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom... endlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5280825625233089840?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5280825625233089840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5280825625233089840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5280825625233089840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5280825625233089840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/06/partners-and-marriage.html' title='Partners and Marriage'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-2974666570610821208</id><published>2008-06-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:08:14.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most beautiful rainbow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live simply. Love generously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Care deeply. Speak kindly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave the rest to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-2974666570610821208?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/2974666570610821208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=2974666570610821208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2974666570610821208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2974666570610821208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-beautiful-rainbow.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8494985746499503692</id><published>2008-06-25T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:08:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a girl needs most is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;What a guy needs most is RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing for a girl is her HEART.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy it’s his EGO.&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;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;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;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;Exciting baga?&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;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;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;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;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;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;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;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;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;Bless the parting and move on.&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;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/13889043-8494985746499503692?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8494985746499503692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8494985746499503692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8494985746499503692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8494985746499503692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-girl-needs-most-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-540297501548308604</id><published>2008-03-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:50:12.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best things in life</title><content type='html'>1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;12. A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;14. A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;15 The beach&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you&lt;br /&gt;19 Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;20. Running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;29. Playing with a new puppy or kitten.&lt;br /&gt;30. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;31. Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;32. Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;33. Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;34. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;36. Making chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;38 Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;39 Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;40. Watching the _expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;41. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;43. Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;br /&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-540297501548308604?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/540297501548308604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=540297501548308604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/540297501548308604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/540297501548308604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-things-in-life.html' title='best things in life'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5089497792076588779</id><published>2008-03-25T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:33:03.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred and break-ups</title><content type='html'>Love is a beautiful feeling. But the flip side of love is hatred. Hatred overwhelms a person when he/she feels cheated and after that it is sadness all the way. If a break-up occurs and hatred remains, that will eat away the vitals of the sufferer. Why do lovers begin hating each other with more intensity than they loved? There is nothing mysterious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hate somebody when we feel that a person played a dirty game with us. We hate when we feel cheated by someone. We hate someone when we feel that we are not getting our due. Hatred may be justified or unjustified in some cases. Psychologically disturbed persons may hate for no discernible reason. But a lot of hatred involves reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a person wants unreasonable demands fulfilled. When these demands are not met, he/she hates the person who could not do that. No amount of explanation will help. The primary desire is get demands fulfilled, that is not possible and the answer is hatred and not understanding. The break-up takes place after that. Many times the hatred is totally justified. A person who gets killed will hate the perpetrator of the crime. We are speaking about emotional killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such break-ups that end with one person full of hatred have no possibility of any reconciliation. That break-up saddens both the partners. The need is to understand the true nature of your partner and break up sooner than later. Wishful thinking is not good in certain circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5089497792076588779?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5089497792076588779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5089497792076588779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5089497792076588779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5089497792076588779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/hatred-and-break-ups.html' title='hatred and break-ups'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7326211444366637983</id><published>2008-03-23T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:54:06.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you decide</title><content type='html'>CONFLICT:&lt;br /&gt;the one you love or the one who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPARISON:&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love will keep you hoping but the one who loves you will offer you everything&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love can give you a moment but the one who loves you can give you eternity&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love can ease your pain yet the one who loves you can take the pain &amp;amp; own it instead, and&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love could break your heart &amp;amp; the one who loves you will do anything to rebuild it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE:&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7326211444366637983?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7326211444366637983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7326211444366637983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7326211444366637983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7326211444366637983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-decide.html' title='you decide'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3898090176597096041</id><published>2008-03-22T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:56:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to those nice girls.</title><content type='html'>To the nice girls who are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;overlooked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;that they are doing something wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girls who understand that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they aren't perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe this time he'll have understood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;left sad song lyrics in their away messages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after another girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have been told that they're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too good or too smart or too pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;they are only wanted as a friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;allowed a guy into their head and heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, only to discover that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;he's just not ready&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; this is for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the night his dog died and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men complain that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Therein lies the truth, guys: nice girls are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running, they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), &lt;strong&gt;hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hurry. Sometimes the nice girl gets sick of waiting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3898090176597096041?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3898090176597096041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3898090176597096041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3898090176597096041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3898090176597096041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-those-nice-girls.html' title='to those nice girls.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3760077532889628659</id><published>2008-03-21T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:29:02.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why you're really single..</title><content type='html'>NAGTATAKA KA BA KUNG BAKIT KA PA SINGLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGLE: Minsan ayos lang kase free na free ka gawin kung ano ang gusto mo o kaya makakapunta ka kung saan mo gusto pumunta pero kung minsan, lalo na't malamig ang hanging o kya maganda ung view, magwiwish ka na sana may yumayakap sa yo, hahalikan ka sa noo at tititignan ka ng parang ikaw na ata ang pinakamagandang babae sa mundo. nakakamiss yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya heto, susubukan ko bilangin ang mga dahilan kung bakit single pa tayo. Gaano katagal na ba tayo walang nagiging boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Masyadong independent&lt;br /&gt;Baka naman masyado mo napoproject na kaya mong mabuhay ng wala silang lahat, ayan tuloy parang hindi nila maramdaman na kailangan mo rin sila kaya dun nalang sila sa taong tingin nila ay magkakaron sila ng silbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mataas ang standards mo&lt;br /&gt;Siguro hindi na natanggal sa isip mo ung pangarap mo nung bata ka pa. aba, kelangan mo na gumising sa katotohanan na walang ideal guy. ok cge, kung makita mo nga ung hinahanap mo na gwapong matalino na mayaman na mabait pero nung nakasama mo naman eh nakita mo hindi pala pantay ang kuko niya sa hinlalaki o kaya naman sobrang bad breath niya sa umaga o kaya naman daig pa ang tambucho sa lakas manigarilyo...oh eh di turn-off ka na? kung lahat ng tao ay katulad mo na mataas ang standards, malamang wala ng magboyfriend at maggirlfriend ngayon. puro friends nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ubod ka ng kasungitan&lt;br /&gt;Maski naman kahit sino hindi masarap lapitan at kausapin ang taong mukhang nangangain ng tao tapos liligawan pa? dapat kc kahit konti maging approachable ka naman para kahit na hindi ka kagandahan, madidiskubre niya na masarap ka palang kausap at masaya kang kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Masama ang ugali&lt;br /&gt;Kung papipiliin ako kung sa masungit at sa masama ang ugali, dun na ko sa masungit! ang masungit kc, hindi likas na itim ang budhi nyan, may taglay na istorya sa likod ng simangot niya. sabihan mo lang yan ng 'peek-a-boo' BAKA ngitian ka na. ibang istorya na kase ang masama ang ugali dahil mula pa yang ugali na yan sa kaibuturan ng kanyang mga balunbalunan. sa una mabait pero madidiskubre mo na parang trapo ang tao kung tratuhin nito. tsk tsk tsk. pero hindi pa naman huli ang lahat, kung kaya mo pa magbago, bigyan mo ng pagkakataon ang sarilli mo magbago. magdasal ka kay lord. ng mataimtim ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nagkukulong sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;Walang makaka-appreciate sa panloob o panlabas na beauty mo kung nagkukulong ka lang sa bahay. ok, nanjan nga ang nanay mo para sabihin na maganda ka pero im sure umay na umay na rin yan sa pagmumukha mo kaya mas maigi kung lumabas ka...pagkagaling sa office, pwede ka magmall o kya gumimik kasama mga officemates mo, o kaya naman sumali sa mga organization sa simbahan or sa neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mukha kang losyang&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang kadalasang krimen ng mga single. hindi ka nagbibigay ng panahon para ayusin ang sarili physically. at bakit pa nga ba e wala ka naman dahilan para mag-ayos, diba? MALI!!! dapat nga lalo ka mag-ayos para makita ang marketability mo. hindi krimen ang maging vain kahit konti. did u know na ang ratio ng lalaki sa babae ay 4:1? kaya lola, magsimula ka na mag-ayos at baka yung crush mo ay maagaw pa ng mga intrimitida sa paligid mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Masyadong magaling&lt;br /&gt;Medyo sensitive itong tapic na ito dahil nasasagasaan na ang male ego dito eh. oo, may ibang lalake na nabuburaot dahil mas magaling at mas marunong ang babae sa kanila. hindi na natin ito problema dahil malamang insecurity nila ang bumubulong sa kanila pero minsan kase hindi na makatarungan na laging nai-inferior ang lalake. kailangan maramdaman din nila saiyo na hindi mo sila ia-under the saya if maging girlfriend ka nila. hindi ko rin sinasabi na icompromise mo ang talents mo, ano bang magagawa ko kung likas na talentadong bata ka pero ang tamang gawin ay wag naman ipagdukdukan na sobrang galing mong tao. wag na wag mong kalimutan ng may 2 klaseng yabang dito sa mundo. wag kang mang-intimidate kung ayaw mong maintimidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sobrang busy&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba ung kantang 'Narda'? ganyan ang mangyayari sa iyo, hanggang kanta nalang ang aabutin ng nagkakagusto sayo dahil maski pagpluck ng kilay mo wala kang time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dala ang bigat ng kahapon&lt;br /&gt;May kasabihan nga, "how can u look forward when u keep looking back?" walang mangyayari sa love life mo kung dala mo pa ang kabiguan na dinulot ng nakaraan mo. walang sense ang magpakabitter dahil in the end, lalo ka lang papanget. panget na nga, bitter pa. tsaka wag kang matakot masaktan kung gusto mo magmahal muli. laging kaakibat ng love ang pain dahil hindi ka masasaktan kung hindi ka nagmahal. at isa pa, wag ka ring matakot na kunin ang pagkakataon kung nandiyan na sa harap mo. pano mo malalaman na masarap ang chocolate kung hindi mo titikman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Masyadong masyado&lt;br /&gt;Masyado maganda, masyadong matalino, masyadong talented, at masyado mayaman. minsan ito ang mga nagiging factor kung bakit walang gustong manligaw sayo. pero hindi mo naman ito kasalanan diba? katulad din ito ng scenario sa #7. siguro mas maigi kung humble lang ka, wag mayabang, at imbis na maging hambog, share nalang the blessing. hindi ka lang maganda/matalino/talented/mayaman, mabait pa. im sure, lahat mahuhumaling sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eto ang pinakamatindi sa lahat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wala sa guhit ng palad mo ang magkaboyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Shiyet ang saklap naman nito kung ganun nga. hindi purkit na hindi ka na magkakaboyfriend ay loser ka na. malamang may nakalaan na plano sayo si Lord kaya gusto niya na wala kang boyfriend. siguro kaya wala kang boyfriend dahil kelangan ang full attention mo sa pagtulong sa pagtaguyod ng pamilya mo, baka yayaman ka at magiging tagapagmana mo mga pamangkin mo, baka kelangan ang full time and support mo sa organization mo...maraming dahilan eh pero nakakasiguro naman ako na walang bagay na nangyayari sayo na hindi kagustuhan ng nasa itaas. laging may greater purpose kung bakit nangyayari ang nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;kaya kung halimbawang may darating, wag na pakyeme. kung hindi mo type ang lalapit sayo, let it go gracefully dahil mahirap na at baka balikan ka ng karma. kung nandyan na, gawin nalang ang best para magstay siya sa buhay mo at hindi ka na nagtataka pa kung bakit single ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3760077532889628659?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3760077532889628659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3760077532889628659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3760077532889628659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3760077532889628659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-youre-really-single.html' title='why you&apos;re really single..'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5432279106859216310</id><published>2008-03-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:56:04.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drop dead lines.</title><content type='html'>HE : Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Actually I'd rather have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : How did you get to be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I must've been given your share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Will you go out with me this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Your face must turn a few heads.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : And your face must turn a few stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Go on ,don't be shy. Ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Okay, get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : I think I could make you very happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Why? Are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : What would you say if I asked you to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Can I have your name?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Why? Don't you already have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Shall we go see a movie?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I've already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Haven't I seen you some place before?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5432279106859216310?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5432279106859216310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5432279106859216310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5432279106859216310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5432279106859216310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/drop-dead-lines.html' title='drop dead lines.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6814778244472707443</id><published>2008-03-19T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:52:16.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things guys should know about girls</title><content type='html'>[1] Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear just like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Don't cheat on them. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the d*mn hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Never miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Don't refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] If they slap you hard, you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with&lt;br /&gt;you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] If you don't sleep with them, do not tell your friends that you did and if you DO sleep with them, don't tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] You can be dirty minded in private, really . . . most of them are not offended by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you're a pussy. But . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11½ ] . . . do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay&lt;br /&gt;all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts, and some type of jewelery. Even if it's not a serious&lt;br /&gt;relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the sh*t out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Never, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Don't flirt with their moms . . . that's just freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like sh*t, so be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] Memorize their goddamn birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] Don't marinade the cologne, but smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. Jewelry is&lt;br /&gt;always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more&lt;br /&gt;responsibility, priviledge and control than you would think. Be careful with&lt;br /&gt;it, most guys would kill for that kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6814778244472707443?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6814778244472707443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6814778244472707443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6814778244472707443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6814778244472707443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-things-guys-should-know-about-girls.html' title='30 things guys should know about girls'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1306184793381220101</id><published>2008-03-18T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:00:41.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some rules for Surviving the Game of Love</title><content type='html'>Do not fall in love everytime you fall in bed.&lt;br /&gt;... Learn to detach emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex does not equal commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not revolve your entire life around him/her.&lt;br /&gt;... Addiction is bad for your health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not cling, act needy or demand.&lt;br /&gt;... Doormats are for your feet, not your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK to say NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking so much. NEVER reveal everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not grill them or their friends for information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master the art of LISTENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat him/her as you would your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship creates long term love and comes before sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET about fixing your partner. IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choice of partner is a reflection of who you are and who you are not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the moment first. Live in the present.&lt;br /&gt;... Don't worry about the ex's or start naming your future children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER read their journal or go through their paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;... If you have no trust, you have no relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow space and freedom between you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT always be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling frequently is a turn off and signals insecurity, neediness and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes to lies and cheating, OR... close them, justify the bad behavior, and live with the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little or no eye contact? Start walking. They won't even notice your gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone preoccupied with their physical appearance and dress, usually have very little or nothing to offer from within.&lt;br /&gt;... Look beyond the physical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never compromise your values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you OVER give, you will lose your lover and his respect. DO NOT LOSE YOUR IDENTITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December/May relationships are great. However, seasons change and the May lover will sooner or later, hear the call of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone REALLY wants to be with you, they will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with a married man?! Don't count on him divorcing anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State your personal rules in the very beginning or expect them to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they ask to be just friends, be just that and look elsewhere for a love partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone wants to really be with you, they will. If they keep giving reasons for not calling or say they are extremely busy, GET THE HINT, leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage before thirty is an inevitable celebration for divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever give up your friends for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your partner one day leaves you, be sure you have friends, money, a career and a life of your own which you never gave up.&lt;br /&gt;... If you do not, who do you have to blame but yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hopeless romantics are only hopeless in the eyes of those who don't believe in romance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help who is it that you fall in love with, whether they are older or younger, taller or shorter, completely opposite or just like you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1306184793381220101?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1306184793381220101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1306184793381220101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1306184793381220101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1306184793381220101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-rules-for-surviving-game-of-love.html' title='Some rules for Surviving the Game of Love'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3952354980212753703</id><published>2008-03-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:02:32.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love it is</title><content type='html'>It's so good to know that you have someone who'll be willing to help you cope up in every frustrations you're having. Every depressing moments, every down moments, every self-worthless-realization moments, he'd be there, not because you want someone to be with you, but because he wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to know when a person appreciates every little thing you do. Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. And that even if no words are expressed as long as the eyes understand, you'd be able to communicate, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, he doesn't have to have reasons for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more grateful to know that someone is grateful to have you. We don't choose the people who enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have that person, then you have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence or fate, but whatever the reason is, you have to be thankful in having him the same way he is thankful for having you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful feeling when you're on the verge of giving up the things you've worked hard for, someone isn't just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he'd also be in pain when you are in pain. And then you'll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he would do things for you, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you'll be happy. Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling that when you're apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you'd fight over that feeling because you're looking forward to seeing each other, and that's something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you're together. That even if corny jokes and senseless stories are told, it won't matter as long as you're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you'll be someday. But of course, he also wants to be in it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretentions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrased, but it won't matter coz it doesn't matter to him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you alive. And it will always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that you have someone who'll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn't mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he's unselfishly giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too... He'd feel as if he's the luckiest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when in fact, you're more blessed to have him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3952354980212753703?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3952354980212753703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3952354980212753703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3952354980212753703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3952354980212753703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-it-is.html' title='love it is'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5897827408651290702</id><published>2008-03-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:37:12.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every woman should know</title><content type='html'>EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO QUIT A JOB&lt;br /&gt;BREAK UP WITH A LOVER&lt;br /&gt;AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;When to try harder... And&lt;br /&gt;WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;That she can't change&lt;br /&gt;The length of her calves,&lt;br /&gt;The width of her hips, or&lt;br /&gt;The nature of her parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;That her childhood&lt;br /&gt;May not have been Perfect...&lt;br /&gt;But; It's over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;What she would and Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Do for love or money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;How to live alone...&lt;br /&gt;Even if She doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;Whom she can trust, Whom she can't,&lt;br /&gt;And why she shouldn't Take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;Where to go..&lt;br /&gt;Be it to her best friend's kitchen table..&lt;br /&gt;Or a charming inn in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;When her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;What she can and can't accomplish&lt;br /&gt;In a day...&lt;br /&gt;A month...&lt;br /&gt;And a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5897827408651290702?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5897827408651290702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5897827408651290702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5897827408651290702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5897827408651290702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/every-woman-should-know.html' title='Every woman should know'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5208628028723209862</id><published>2008-03-15T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:38:18.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>written by a guy</title><content type='html'>Message:&lt;br /&gt;men don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us pay for you! don't "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her mj's. or myshirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we sayseriously. [=))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown,Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful" i'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Heybaby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of. on the other hand I'm not saying i wouldn't like it ether ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, won't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5208628028723209862?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5208628028723209862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5208628028723209862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5208628028723209862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5208628028723209862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/written-by-guy.html' title='written by a guy'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-65951455243791371</id><published>2008-03-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:40:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys :&lt;br /&gt;Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls :&lt;br /&gt;When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls :&lt;br /&gt;During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys :&lt;br /&gt;Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls :&lt;br /&gt;When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys :&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-65951455243791371?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/65951455243791371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=65951455243791371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/65951455243791371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/65951455243791371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/03/holding-hands-girls-if-you-want-to-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1909548553598398955</id><published>2008-02-03T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:29:42.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Finding Love</title><content type='html'>Find for yourself someone whose: Not necessarily rich, but classy and not afraid to be goofy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily stunningly handsome/beautiful, but can be whenever he/she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily conservative, but values himself/herself enough to live life with limits and set for himself/herself rules ( that can bend ONLY for you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone whose heart have been broken, so he/she knews exactly how it feels, and wont breaks yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1909548553598398955?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1909548553598398955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1909548553598398955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1909548553598398955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1909548553598398955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-finding-love.html' title='In Finding Love'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-4306461053661827767</id><published>2008-01-20T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:35:35.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things to avoid when in a relatonship</title><content type='html'>1. never flirt when your taken&lt;br /&gt;2. never fall inlove to others, stay inlove with your partner&lt;br /&gt;3. never lie&lt;br /&gt;4. never go out without your partners permission&lt;br /&gt;5. never go out for a date with other person&lt;br /&gt;6. never do things that will hurt your partner&lt;br /&gt;7. never stay quiet, say your feelings when your hurting&lt;br /&gt;8. never call or text a person when you know your partner would be jealous&lt;br /&gt;9. never kiss and hug with an opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;10. never say PROMISES if you cant keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-4306461053661827767?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4306461053661827767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=4306461053661827767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>1.bringing back the feeling you've learned to forget&lt;br /&gt;2. reminising the good times&lt;br /&gt;3. trying to hide what you've really feeling&lt;br /&gt;4. loving someone who loves another&lt;br /&gt;5. having a commitment with someone that you know wouldn't last&lt;br /&gt;6. fighting back the love you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;7. loving a person too much&lt;br /&gt;8. right love at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;9. taking risk to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;10. accepting that it was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;11. what ifs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3253450578992951845?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3253450578992951845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3253450578992951845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3253450578992951845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3253450578992951845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/01/11-painful-things.html' title='11 painful things'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-813293662649613244</id><published>2008-01-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:57:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, Richness, Can I come with u on ur boat? Richness answered, I’m sorry, but there is a lot of silver &amp;amp; gold on my boat &amp;amp; there would be no room for u anywhere. Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, Vanity, help me please. I can't help u, Vanity said, "u are all wet &amp;amp; will damage my beautiful boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, Sadness please let me go with u. Sadness answered, Love, I'm sorry, but I just need to be alone now. Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, Happiness, please take me with u. But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, Come Love, I will take u with me. It was an elder. Love felt so blessed &amp;amp; overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge &amp;amp; asked who was it that helped me? It was Time, Knowledge answered. But why did Time help me when no one else would? Love asked. Knowledge smiled &amp;amp; with deep wisdom &amp;amp; sincerity, answered, Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century. And moreover Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-813293662649613244?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/813293662649613244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=813293662649613244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/813293662649613244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/813293662649613244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-time-is-capable-of-understanding.html' title='only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5363520302118602314</id><published>2008-01-06T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:27:32.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought.</title><content type='html'>"Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain and triumph? We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens; the dream becomes real, and the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself like the glowing light of the new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts... that we are not alone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5363520302118602314?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5363520302118602314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5363520302118602314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5363520302118602314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5363520302118602314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought.html' title='thought.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-306335506264509473</id><published>2008-01-05T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:27:58.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Wedding</title><content type='html'>i read this at a friend's site. and i had just to post this. this is not my story or a friend's. this is just so bittersweet. and sadyang not meant to be. damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees were shaking as I glanced at him, "my ex-boyfriend".. he's with someone malamang girlfriend nya.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend na di ko cia nakita, but he grabbed my shoulder bag at napalingon ako.. alam ko cia ang humila ng bag ko.. "chesk" (as usual na tawag nya sa akin) at parang wala lang, I said "hi" kanina pa daw nya ako nakita hindi lang daw ako namamansin, sabi ko na lang cencia, I was busy fixing my things, sabay smile.&lt;br /&gt;he asked me If I received the invitation of his wedding..saka ko lang naalala ikakasal na nga pala cia, kelan? 3 days from now..date pa yun ng anniversary namin.. the man I loved before is announcing the date of his wedding with this curly haired lady in front of me.. the man who's deeply in love with me before..*sigh**..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 2 years since we last talked, siguro masasabi kong.. I missed him, so much... hindi lang talaga maganda ang naging paghihiwalay namin, may mga bagay talaga na dapat ayusin, mga bagay na nasira sa mga hindi inaasahang pangyayari.. pero akala ko lang pala yon, akala ko lang na magiging maayos ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;as I opened the invitation,napansin ko agad ang date.. anniversary nga namin dati.. una kong naisip inaasar nya ako tamang ganti lang sa mga ginawa ko noon.. pero hindi ako nagpaasar. Eto nga at nakikipagchikahan pa ako sa harap ng kanyang fiancée. Bakit? Dahil ba wala lang sa akin? Ayos lang na makipagbolahan ako dito sa kanilang dalawa??.. O magaling lang ako magtago ng nararamdaman? Ang hirap kaya ng ginagawa ko ngayon, trying to be nice with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naah!! Nagsisi na ako noon, ayoko na magsisi ulit ngayon. Gusto kong ipakita sa kanya na masaya ako para sa kanilang dalawa. oo dapat may ayusin pa akong mga bagay bagay, pero naisip ko para saan pa? wala naman na akong babalikan, wala naman na akong pagbabawian sa kasalanang nagawa ko.. pero kung alam nya lang..sobrang nagsisi ako sa mga nangyari.. kung alam nya lang kung anong mga gusto kong sabihin ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko cia iniwan, nawala lang ako saglit para ihulma ang sarili ko sa kung sino mang gusto nyang maging ako..pero cympre hindi nya ako naintindihan…pero umaasa ako na kahit papano..sana.. alam nya yon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we have to go cheska" nasabi ng kanyang fiancée, "aasahan ka namin sa kasal"&lt;br /&gt;"ah.. uhm yah.. p-pupunta ako" ngiti lang sakin si Ace&lt;br /&gt;"c-congratulations.." habol ko pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim**..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sa Church**&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 2pm kami dumating sa church..kasama ko best friend kong si Jelai chinika na agad nya ako, ano daw ba ang nararamdaman ko na hindi ako ang bride ni Ace, sagot ko "wala lang".. She just smiled at me, thinking that "wala lang" nga talaga.. pero kung alam nya lang, I wanted to shout in front of everybody.. gusto kong ipaalam na ako ang dapat na inaabangan ng lahat ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;pero hndi pa ako baliw para gawin ang mga walang kwentang bagay na yon dahil lang sa lalaking mahal ko pa rin "ata"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 10mins, the ceremony started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the motif, it was pink..my favorite color. I asked the girl beside me kung sinong nag asikaso ng lahat ng ito.. she said si Ace daw.. tango lang ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I was quietly sitting there.. while watching the couples, there was a girl beside them who motioned forward to pick her microphone. Sabi ko medyo malilibang na ako, gusto ko kasing nakakapanood ng mga kumakanta..&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, she started to sing..&lt;br /&gt;*pause**..&lt;br /&gt;I know the song.. I almost cried when I hear that.. that's our theme song.. how dare him played that song na nandito ako.. hindi ko magets kung ano man ang gusto nyang palabasin? Kung nananadya ba cia? O talagang inaasar nya lang ako?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you may now kiss your bride"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na napansing natapos ang kanta dahil sa mga sunod sunod na pumasok sa isip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..he looked at me first before he kissed his wife..&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ciang batuhin ng sapatos ko sa mga ginagawa nya..kelangan kong makahanap ng tiyempo para maconfront cia.. para maintindihan ko ang mga nangyayari.. pinag kakaisahan ba nila ako? O feeling ko lang yun?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na ang kasal, hindi na maganda ang mood ko, bakit pa kasi ako nag-i-stay? Lalo lang akong naiinsulto sa mga nakikita ko sa paligid, mas maraming bagay lang akong nakikita na nagpapaalala noong kami pa.. I really have to go, I have no purpose of being here.. *kinakausap ko na ang sarili ko** walang lingon lingon akong naglakad papalayo.. kelangan kong makalabas ng simbahan agad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige cheska, almost there..&lt;br /&gt;It was two steps away from the opened door of the church when unexpectedly..&lt;br /&gt;"where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly faced him with teary eyes,&lt;br /&gt;there was a long awkward pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you doing??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked straight at him.. "that was supposed to be.. my question.."&lt;br /&gt;his eyes were full of questions.. we just stared at each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few seconds, I sighed more heavily.. and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how dare you play our song in your wedding ceremony?,&lt;br /&gt;how dare you pick my favorite color as your motif?,&lt;br /&gt;how dare you choose our anniversary date as your wedding date?"&lt;br /&gt;my tears falling freely.. "how dare you look at me before you kiss your wife?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace looked straight at me, and after a few seconds of silence..&lt;br /&gt;"because that's the last and only way I could.. imagine you're my wife"…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-306335506264509473?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/306335506264509473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=306335506264509473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/306335506264509473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/306335506264509473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding.html' title='the Wedding'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-230283628885097609</id><published>2007-10-13T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:23:24.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when someone breaks your heart.</title><content type='html'>What happens when someone breaks your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say you are heartbroken and you examine the words break and heart and heartbroken and you immediately decide that it’s inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it’s your heart breaking but one’s heart doesn’t really break, something else does – FAITH. You stop believing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             No not in the big things which are most of the time irrelevant. You still believe in God or Buddha or some Supreme Being, you still believe child prostitution is bad. You just stop believing in the small things that you do, the small things that give meaning to your daily life, and you begin to think everything is pointless: Why get up? Why dress up? Why breathe in and out? What for? What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             When someone breaks your heart (your faith), you stop believing and you switch off the lights inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Someone is home but that someone is lying in the dark, in the room farthest from the gate, and that someone can’t hear anything. Friends, parents, they all call out to her from the gate (“Come out” which means “Move on”) but they are unheard, unseen, unacknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When someone breaks you heart, you turn into a small ball of self-pity. You lie in bed, in a ball. You hug your knees, keeping them close to your chest, like a fetus. Freud said its human instinct to go back to the womb where you feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            But that’s what happens when someone breaks your heart – they steal the very thing that makes you feels safe, whole, intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book I read countless of times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MR. WRITE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By M.D. Balangue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-230283628885097609?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/230283628885097609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=230283628885097609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/230283628885097609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/230283628885097609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-someone-breaks-your-heart.html' title='when someone breaks your heart.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8891153046826337412</id><published>2007-10-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:39:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>If i dont call you&lt;br /&gt;[ Its because im waiting for you to&lt;br /&gt;call me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walk away from you mad&lt;br /&gt;[ Follow me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i stare at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i push you or hit you&lt;br /&gt;[ Grab me and dont let go ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i start cussing at you&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss me and tell me you love me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im quiet&lt;br /&gt;[ Ask me whats wrong ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i ignore you&lt;br /&gt;[ Give me your attention ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i pull away&lt;br /&gt;[ Pull me back ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me at my worst&lt;br /&gt;[ Tell me im beautiful ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me start crying&lt;br /&gt;[Just hold me and dont say a word ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me walking&lt;br /&gt;[ Sneak up and hug my waist from&lt;br /&gt;behind ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im scared&lt;br /&gt;[ Protect me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i lay my head on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;[ Tilt my head up and kiss me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i steal you favorite hat&lt;br /&gt;[ Let me keep it and sleep with it for&lt;br /&gt;a night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i tease you&lt;br /&gt;[ Tease me back and make me laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i dont answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;[ reassure me that everything is okay ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say that i like you&lt;br /&gt;[ I really do more than you could&lt;br /&gt;understand ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i grab at your hands&lt;br /&gt;[ Hold mine and play with my fingers ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i bump into you&lt;br /&gt;[ bump into me back and make me laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i tell you a secret&lt;br /&gt;[ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ dont look away until i do ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i miss you&lt;br /&gt;[ im hurting inside ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;[ the pain never really goes away ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say its over&lt;br /&gt;[ i still want you to be mine ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i repost this bulletin&lt;br /&gt;[ i want you to read it ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if&lt;br /&gt;shes not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't let go then kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe&lt;br /&gt;it talk with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember&lt;br /&gt;you Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after&lt;br /&gt;you wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out&lt;br /&gt;with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the&lt;br /&gt;first thing you say is;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's ass am I kicking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hold her and never want to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8891153046826337412?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8891153046826337412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8891153046826337412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8891153046826337412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8891153046826337412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/10/true-boyfriend.html' title='A True Boyfriend'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1689081755975880240</id><published>2007-10-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:57:56.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things I Learned About Girls and Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Never indulge her with too many gifts. Whether it be chocolate, jewelry, flowers, or etc. Teach her to appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Appreciate her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Never give her too much attention. Don’t make her the center of your life. Prioritize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Find a hobby. Be passionate about something. Girls like passionate guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Prevent yourself from jumping into conclusions. Listen to both sides of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. If she jumped into a conclusion, patiently tell her your side of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. If she tells you she needs space, then give her space. No need to call her innumerable amounts. Give her time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. If she hangs up on you, call her back. If she doesn't pick up, try calling her once again. However, if she still doesn't pick up, give her some time. Wait until she calls back or call her back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Never, under any circumstances, hang up on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. We all know men are horny. But no need to excessively show it. It's a turn off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Don't be so touchy. Let her know your relationship isn't based on lust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. Don't be afraid to sing for her, even if you think you have a horrible voice. She'll love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Don't be timid around her friends. It's important to leave good impressions on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. Make a CD for her with her favorite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Make a CD for her with your favorite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. Be confident. Girl's like confident guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. Don't be scared to reveal your soft side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. But, don't be soft all the time. Show her your tough side once in awhile. Take care of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19. Trust her. You don't need to know every place she goes, every guys she talks with, etc. She'll gradually, and slowly, gain your trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20. Trust yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21. Don't call her when you're drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22. Don't question her about her past boyfriends, or what bases she has gone up to. Not until you guys trust each other, and in a stable relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23. If she told you, don't bring it up again next time. Don't get jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24. Never talk to her when you're extensively infuriated. You will talk out of your ass and remorse with much regrets later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25. When mad, calmly tell her you need time. When toned down, gently justify your reasons for getting mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26. Keep a daily diary. Give it to her in your anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27. Take pictures with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28. Take pictures of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29. Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29. Keep a picture of you two in your wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30. Cook for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31. Cook together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;32. Bake cookies/cupcakes for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;33. Bake cookies/cupcakes together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;34. Learn to be aggressive, when appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;35. Learn to take chances and risks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;36. Mark her birthday, your anniversaries, her parent's birthday, her sibling’s birthday and other important dates on your calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;37. Keep a good relationship with her parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;38. Don't be afraid to hold her hands in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;39. Instead of going to the theatre, rent movies at a local store and watch it at your/her house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;40. Watch Disney/kid movies together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;41. Compliment her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;42. However, don't excessively indulge her with compliments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;43. Never lie. Even if you believe it's for the better of both of you, don't. Always be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;44. Joke around and be immature. Liberate yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;45. Learn to be serious when time calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;46. Go shopping together. Hold the bags for her, no matter how minimal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;47. Draw a picture of her for her. Even if you're the worst artist in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;48. Let her draw you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;49. Subtly, leave a note on her pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;50. Engage in sports together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;51. Accept her for who she is, despite her flaws and her past mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;52. Teach her how to drive (no matter how bad she may be. Actually... well..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;53. Go for a jog/run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;54. Go for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;55. No need to pay attention to rumours from her/your friends. Talk to her about it. Not them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;56. Smell good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;57. Don't be afraid to smile. No matter how ugly you think your smile may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;58. Always be there for her. No matter how nominal her problems may seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;59. No need to hide your imperfections. Humans are only fallible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;60. Go to the library together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;61. Study together; I mean, actually study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;62. Recommend her your favorite book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;64. Introduce her to your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;65. Be silly. Learn to embarrass yourself in front of her once in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;66. Hold her hand when you're driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;67. Give her a massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;68. Fall asleep on the phone together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;69. Turn on a soft/classical music while she's asleep on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;70. Remember every little, insignificant things she tell you/say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;71. Write her a poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;72. Recite it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;73. Compose a song for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;74. Sing it for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;75. Make her a scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;76. Don't be afraid to go buy a tampon/pad for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;77. Go grocery shopping together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;78. If you want her to open up, try opening up first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;79. Don't try to hide your tears in front of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;80. Wish her goodnight every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;81. Feed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;82. Let her feed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;83. Don't have high expectations. You'll only be let down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;84. Pray for her. Aloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;85. Pray with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;86. Rid of your pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;87. Open the door for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;88. Be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;89. Smile at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;90. Cherish her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;91. Thank her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;92. Drink tea together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;93. Never drive aggressively when you're mad - at least when she's in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;94. Pick out a seashell for her at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;95. Win her a doll at a boardwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;96. Take sticker pictures together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;97. Go trick-or-treating together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;98. Let her do your nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;99. Let her wear your clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;100. Watch her favorite movie together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last, but not the least, and most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;101. Always be yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1689081755975880240?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1689081755975880240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1689081755975880240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1689081755975880240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1689081755975880240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/10/101-things-i-learned-about-girls-and.html' title='101 Things I Learned About Girls and Relationships'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3385851280902103681</id><published>2007-10-02T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:11:38.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to those girls</title><content type='html'>Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning and be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in months later like nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who listened to him say, I only want to be your friend, one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves and misses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deserve something, and this is our tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that "things were going too fast, he needs time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, and their dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave a crap about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the time that he broke your heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those confusing days, when you miss him, and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times you cried, and how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It's gonna hurt like crap! And it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those girls, who fell back in love with their ex, only to get hurt all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that in time, it will heal...Just dance with the music, whether it goes too slow or too fast... -NINA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3385851280902103681?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3385851280902103681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3385851280902103681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3385851280902103681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3385851280902103681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-those-girls.html' title='to those girls'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6164056717140606248</id><published>2007-09-25T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:04:24.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live. Love. Dance.</title><content type='html'>We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. As one man said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one...&lt;br /&gt;So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning,until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Work like you don't need money,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love like you've never been hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dance like no one's watching. "&lt;/em&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/13889043-6164056717140606248?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6164056717140606248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6164056717140606248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6164056717140606248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6164056717140606248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/09/live-love-dance.html' title='Live. Love. Dance.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-483087083843520214</id><published>2007-09-22T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:40:24.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just tips for the men.</title><content type='html'>1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her some time to cool down before giving her a heartfelt apology.&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship is over.)&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she melts.&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl a lot, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stares okie?&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still want to be friends, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in any way.&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start calling her friends to spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;16. If a girl says she can't go out with you because she has to study, leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;19. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that, she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll wonder why she never noticed him before.&lt;br /&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first look at the girl next to her crush before actually looking at herself.&lt;br /&gt;23. A girl's ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves will always stay in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls love to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;25. A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day.&lt;br /&gt;26. A girl's best friend usually knows best what she is feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend.&lt;br /&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-483087083843520214?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/483087083843520214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=483087083843520214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/483087083843520214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/483087083843520214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-tips-for-men.html' title='just tips for the men.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5385520953058468796</id><published>2007-09-20T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:03:03.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Ways to show you love somebody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell the other person that you love them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give or get a hug &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure the other person feels important and respected &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss when people are looking &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss when people aren't looking &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell the other person that you care &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold hands &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a long bike ride &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a special present &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be there when they need a friend &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see a film &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk arm in arm in the woods &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a special tape of love songs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about your feelings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share dreams with each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggle up together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit together in the park &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a walk together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out for a meal &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a picnic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play a game of frisbee &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give compliments &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax in a jacuzzi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go swimming &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just be close &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping for food &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook a meal together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch each other in a loving way &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do homework together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan and go on a trip together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a party together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake a cake &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the library &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Browse in a museum &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just be there &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out what's special for the other person - and do it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gaze at each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash each other's cars (or bikes !) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go fishing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to worries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut each other's toenails &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose a special favourite song &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to joys &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold one another close &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch their eye &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write one another letters &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk on the telephone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust one another &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give or receive a ring &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet each other's family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go hiking together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sacrifices for each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send chocolates &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a moonlight walk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide a love note where the other will find it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give each other sexy looks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a poem &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send flowers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat dinner by candlelight &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a concert &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the sunrise together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember anniversaries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give each other pet names &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go sightseeing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rent a video &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do things for each other without being asked &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Propose marriage &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whisper something nice into the other's ear &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be best friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out dancing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play music together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flirt with each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh at something funny together &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be faithful &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impress each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a list of things you like about each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a book and discuss it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet each other's friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go horse riding &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook each other's favourite food &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out what makes each other happy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make presents for each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash each other's hair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the sunset &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a bus trip &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a request played on the radio &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send a funny card &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share your plans for the future &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play footsie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share private jokes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think about each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out what makes the other sad #&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go skating &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swap rings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share an ice-cream &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have your picture taken together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5385520953058468796?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5385520953058468796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5385520953058468796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5385520953058468796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5385520953058468796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/09/101-ways-to-show-you-love-somebody.html' title='101 Ways to show you love somebody!'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3642261708529374251</id><published>2007-08-30T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:55:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and what's it supposed to be..</title><content type='html'>"Love is like a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;The more you chase it, themore it eludes you..&lt;br /&gt;But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expexct it..&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you happy but it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;but love is only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it..&lt;br /&gt;So take your time and chose the best.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person'..&lt;br /&gt;It's about finding someone who helps you became the best person you can be.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The true measure of Compatibility is not the years spent together,,&lt;br /&gt;but how good you are for each other.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is not about 'it's ur fault', but 'i'm sorry'..&lt;br /&gt;Not 'where are you', but 'i'm right here'..&lt;br /&gt;Not 'how could you', but 'I understand'..&lt;br /&gt;Not 'I wish you were', but 'i'm thankful you are'"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heartbroken last as long as you want&lt;br /&gt;and cut as deep as you allow them to go..&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks..&lt;br /&gt;But to Learn from them.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How to be in love::&lt;br /&gt;Be consistent but not too persistent,,&lt;br /&gt;Share and never be unfair,,&lt;br /&gt;Understand and try not to demand..&lt;br /&gt;And get hurt but never keep the feeling.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It breaks my heart to see the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Happy with someone else...&lt;br /&gt;But it's more painful to know that the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Is UnHappy with you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love hurts when you break up wtih someone..&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you..&lt;br /&gt;But Love Hurts the Most:&lt;br /&gt;When the person you love has no idea how you feel about him/her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fal in love,,&lt;br /&gt;only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be,,&lt;br /&gt;and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn'y worth it..&lt;br /&gt;If that person isn't worth it now,,&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to be wort it a year or 10 years from now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wish for you is a man/woman whose love is:&lt;br /&gt;Honest, strong, mature, never changing, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-3642261708529374251?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3642261708529374251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3642261708529374251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3642261708529374251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3642261708529374251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-and-whats-it-supposed-to-be.html' title='Love and what&apos;s it supposed to be..'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-880621189166627793</id><published>2007-08-27T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:00:20.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A about Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love someone without expecting that he/she is going to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love is patient; unselfish and entails sacrifice. Kumbaga, kapag totoong mahal mo ang isang tao, you will just want what’s best for the other person – even if the “best” for that person does not include you. Like a text message sa cellphone kaya may space ung mga kamay natin kasi there’s someone out there in the universe that will fill that empty space, ‘wag kang magmadali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you know if he/she is the one or the one you will be with forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say get to know the person, spend time with the person. TLW says get to know God the author of love. Spend time everyday with God asking if this is the person. He’ll show you. Just trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you know that you’re in love (true love)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag in love ka daw, you’re not your usual self, medyo kakaiba ang mga kilos, parang wala sa sarili. You find yourself daydreaming, yung mukha niya laging sumasagi sa isip mo. The mere mention of the person’s name makes your heart leap. Hehe. Sorry to disappoint you friends pero, that’s not the nature of TRUE LOVE. Ang tawag dun ay ‘infatuation’.&lt;br /&gt;They say LOVE is a many splendored thing it’s correct, because the one who puts LOVE in our heart is a Splendor, Wonderful, Mighty and Awesome GOD. And if you know Him, He will show you and guide you in finding TRUE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to fall in love in a short period of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa panahon ngayon we are bombarded with different ideas, thoughts about LOVE kahit saan, sa text, sa internet, sa kapitbahay, kahit kanino pwede tayong makakakuha ng sagot sa tanong mo. Ako rin siyempre if you have a Bible with you open it at ECCLESIASTES 3 entitles A TIME FOR EVERYTHING. Sa verse 8 sabi niya, “He sets the time for love and time for hate, the time for war and the time for peace…” I myself cannot tell you if you’re gonna be in love in a short period of time but I know the One who can tell you: it’s GOD Himself. Do you wanna know how? You need to pray for it. Ask Him and He’ll gladly answer you back and as for me hindi naman tayo lumabas sa mundo na matanda na agad, dumaan din tayo sa pagiging bata, teenager, blah, blah… ganon din ang pag-ibig, hindi yan INSTANT FASTFOOD… niluluto po ang pag-ibig parang adobo - habang tumatagal sumasarap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you avoid being jealous if you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ask yourself the question, “Why am I jealous?” Jealousy is rooted in fear - or more specifically - insecurity. You may be insecure that your girlfriend thinks the hunk sa kabilang bahay has bigger biceps than you. If you truly love and trust your girlfriend, you wouldn’t be jealous. If your girlfriend can’t be trusted because she IS cheating, well… that’s another story. Sometimes, your jealousy can be dispelled just by clearing things up with the person you love. Make sure that you’re not overreacting… be objective and don’t be afraid to ask them para maiwasan ang gulo sa una pa lang. Pinsan niya pala yung kapitbahay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-880621189166627793?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/880621189166627793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=880621189166627793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/880621189166627793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/880621189166627793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/q-about-life.html' title='Q &amp; A about Life'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7304754469943399059</id><published>2007-08-26T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:12:02.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After getting into a serious and intimate talk about Zen Buddhism, I came to realize that in order for a person to be happy and contented one must live with the present, and not with the past nor with the future. Ever wondered why people always tend to hurt the ones they love, and themselves as well? Let’s take an example. There’s this stranger in the park. He is writing about his/her life (with his self as the center of the story). You are there on the other side, writing your own story (with your self as the center of the story). Would you care to know what that stranger is writing about? Obviously not for he/she is nobody. But what if that person wasn’t a stranger, let’s say he or she is your boyfriend/girlfriend, would you care? Of course, who would not? (well that goes for all the self-centered people in this world). There’s this stigma embedded in our tiny twisted brains that we are created to make an impact on this other person’s life. We want to be appreciated and all that sort of wanting including the desire to be at the center of his or her life. But man, come to think of it, the only person who will be in the center of ones life is himself or herself. You cannot and must not try to change this fact because it is something that can’t be altered. Everything that a person would desire and long for will be at all times for the benefit of his or her own self. Mark that. Every negative emotion that we feel, angst, stress, jealousy, etc. is caused by this SELFish desire, or simply by our SELF. So what do we do now? Simple, detach our “self” from ourSELVES. Instead of thinking too much about the how miserable our past and how our future will go (to apply it to the succeeding questions, let me retate it, how our future with this someone will go), it will be better if we just act on impulse and disregard all biases. If you feel like doing something, do it but do it with compassion (compassion=as long as nobody will be bothered by your act). Treat this other person as if he was just a stranger. Try to look at the situation/ event without that “special” person (again, there is bias if you’d treat him or her special) as society is not all about people but rather a correlation of events. It is basically event vs. person. In Zen Buddhism, you regard the event as the basis for making decisions and not the person involved in the event. You base your decisions on the situation, no regrets whatsoever. For example, somebody stepped on your foot. For sure if the perpetrator was a stranger you’d be red in anger but if it was your sweetie you wouldn’t care at all. Stupid, huh? The act was painful so act like it was painful. If in these events you would usually be angry then be. However, the ideas in Zen Buddhism aren’t the same as the lame idea of “going with the flow and living life”, it is a totally different philosophy. Hence, one doesn’t have to try to deal with the situation because as he/she does, he or she would have to think (again) and from there complications will be formed (once again). There, I think this is enough for now as the lecture was really long. I haven't gotten the idea of Zen perfectly yet, nor have i practiced it already but by merely looking at the examples set by my friend, I am convinced that this philosphy would truly make our lives worry free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love someone without expecting that he/she is going to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see above) Don’t think about the future. Don’t over analyze things, you’re thinking about the future when you can’t even make your present right. Live for today, that will be less stressful. For those in a relationship, and are troubled because they “feel” that they aren’t important and loved, cut the crap. You’re an individual and you would still be an individual even without having that someone to “love” you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Analogy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all people on Earth will be dead. Would Earth still be existent? Of course, there’s Jupiter without people eh. Here’s the thing: If he/she treats you well, treat him/her well. If he/she gives you love, give him/her love. But if he/she doesn’t, don’t give anything either. -&gt; from Hershey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you know if he/she is the one or the one you will be with forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I don’t believe that there’s such thing as forever. We’re mortals for Pete’s sake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How will you know that you’re in love (true love)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the person can tell. I don’t even want to think about it, I’d rather feel it to prove it is real. Compassion is the key. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to fall in love in a short period of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How can you avoid being jealous if you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Again, jealousy roots from thinking and making false assumptions. Like I said, stop thinking too much. But I must agree, trust is something that we should try to keep and to give to those worthy of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7304754469943399059?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7304754469943399059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7304754469943399059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7304754469943399059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7304754469943399059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-getting-into-serious-and-intimate.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-466288848182712120</id><published>2007-08-25T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:02:14.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crossing paths with you was a coincidence,, i'll never regret nor forget coz you were one of those wonderful people i dreamed of having,, i'm so thankful that once in my life's journey,, i found you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-466288848182712120?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7099022879987931129</id><published>2007-08-25T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:02:28.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...it hard to love someone, who's in love with someone else you have to ignore the pain and swallow your pride just to be a friend, but it all worth it coz sometimes friendship lasts longer than love...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7099022879987931129?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7099022879987931129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7099022879987931129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7099022879987931129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7099022879987931129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5988390786606619779</id><published>2007-08-24T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:04:50.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a woman, who had a conversation with God. And it went something like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Lord, I’ve been the &lt;em&gt;wedding planner&lt;/em&gt; for my dream nuptials since high school. I’m graduating right now, &lt;em&gt;never been kissed&lt;/em&gt;, and still longing for &lt;em&gt;my first romance&lt;/em&gt;. I won’t be &lt;em&gt;forever young&lt;/em&gt;, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; Child,&lt;em&gt; somewhere in time&lt;/em&gt;, I wrote everyone’s&lt;em&gt; love story&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam asked, “When did You create this perfect woman?,” and I said, “&lt;em&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;/em&gt;.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For&lt;em&gt; Kate and Leopold&lt;/em&gt;, he was her first knight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Harry met Sally&lt;/em&gt;, he had learn many things in courtship,’twas almost like &lt;em&gt;groundhog day&lt;/em&gt;, but their relationship ended &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;. There’s no formula, but I promise your love story will be &lt;em&gt;as good as it gets&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you’ve always been right. &lt;em&gt;Hope floats&lt;/em&gt;. Lord, please don’t let me go through &lt;em&gt;50 first dates&lt;/em&gt; with true love remaining &lt;em&gt;far and away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve been working on it. I just eliminated the &lt;em&gt;3 musketeers&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Shrek&lt;/em&gt;, who only wanted a &lt;em&gt;French kiss&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Don Juan de Marco&lt;/em&gt;, always thinking of &lt;em&gt;dirty dancing&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/em&gt;, who is such an &lt;em&gt;untamed heart&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; Puwede huwag naman pong parang &lt;em&gt;beauty and the beast&lt;/em&gt; kami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt; Child, you’re a &lt;em&gt;pretty woman&lt;/em&gt; inside. He’ll be no&lt;em&gt; ghost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; Can it start with &lt;em&gt;a walk to remember&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt; (Smiling) Your true love won’t be at &lt;em&gt;first sight&lt;/em&gt;, but it’ll be quite a&lt;em&gt; phenomenon&lt;/em&gt; when you get &lt;em&gt;up close and personal&lt;/em&gt;. He’ll have&lt;em&gt; sense and sensibility&lt;/em&gt;, be a &lt;em&gt;cutting edge guy&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;good family man&lt;/em&gt;. Stay tune with my Word, pray, listen to other Christians. For &lt;em&gt;one fine day&lt;/em&gt;…your &lt;em&gt;top gun&lt;/em&gt; will be at the altar uttering the words “&lt;em&gt;only you&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; Promise it’s going to be&lt;em&gt; a walk in the clouds&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ever after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; (Beaming) &lt;em&gt;Life is beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you relate to the article? (sighs) The point of the matter is, God wants you to have the BEST not the second best. He is not yet finish writing your love story. He is still preparing someone for you. Now, are you willing to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With all your heart you must trust the Lord and not your own judgement. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 3:5&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/13889043-5988390786606619779?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5988390786606619779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5988390786606619779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5988390786606619779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5988390786606619779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7623299955657443841</id><published>2007-08-18T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:51:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;how we loved each other that much, too much that it didnt work.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes, we get hurt so much that each time we see the person who gave us pain, we see a flashback of what happened in our past.. every tear, every heartbreak that it gave us.. and each time we do, all we could remember is - how we loved each other that much, too much that it didnt work - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if it happens, it damn happens.. if it wasnt meant, it certainly doesnt.. dont push through, just let go.. dare not mock yourself chasing and caressing someone who didnt even care to understand you.. it sucks, ait? but it sucks a lot if you dont give up.. love, value and care for yourself.. coz if you wont nobody would..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7623299955657443841?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7623299955657443841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7623299955657443841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7623299955657443841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7623299955657443841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-we-loved-each-other-that-much-too.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-2257381534661248511</id><published>2007-08-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:35:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When “FRIENDS” become more….</title><content type='html'>From: unknown source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Falling in love with someone whose been close to you is a very common scenario. It isn’t surprising that you would fall in love with your friend. After all, that friend is already someone you like and whom you feel comfortable. It is often someone you already spend a great deal of time with someone with whom you spent a thousand of hours on the internet. You know this person likes and dislikes, concerns, and deepest insecurities. And this person knows yours.&lt;br /&gt;     So what’s the problem?&lt;br /&gt;     Well, first of all, these feelings are not always mutual, the friend may want to remain just that – a friend. There is also discomfort that occurs when the other person knows you feel “differently”. Oftentimes he or she feels guilty or maybe even threatened. Whatever it is that the other is feeling, it can still become very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;     Once again, honesty is always the best policy, even if it seems like being honest will mess things up, possibly even destroy a perfect good friendship, it is always the best way to go. In the long run, you won’t regret it.&lt;br /&gt;     I know of many times when friends have become girlfriend and boyfriend and everyone ended up happy. But even when the relationship thing doesn’t work out, with honesty, the friendship can survive and even become stronger.&lt;br /&gt;     So, if you like your friend, as more than a friend, hang in there. Don’t give up hope, because things will work out, one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-2257381534661248511?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/2257381534661248511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=2257381534661248511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2257381534661248511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2257381534661248511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-friends-become-more.html' title='When “FRIENDS” become more….'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-857281865084372038</id><published>2007-08-11T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:37:38.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 LAWS FOR WOMEN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don’t imagine you can change a man – unless he’s in diapers&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if your boyfriend walks out?? – shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;If they put a man on the moon – they should be able to put them all up there.&lt;br /&gt;Never let your man’s mind wander.&lt;br /&gt;Go for younger men.&lt;br /&gt;Men are all the same – they just have different faces.&lt;br /&gt;Definition of a bachelor: a man who has missed the opportunity to make some women miserable. Women don’t make fools of men.&lt;br /&gt;The best way to get a man to do something – suggest they’re too old for it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is blind – but marriage is a real eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you want a committed man – look in a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;12. The children of Palestine wandered around the desert for 40 years, even in biblical times, men wouldn’t ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;13. If he asks what sort of books you’re interested in, tell him “checkbooks”&lt;br /&gt;14. Remember a sense of humor does not men that you tell him jokes; it means that you laugh at his.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sadly, all men are created equal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-857281865084372038?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/857281865084372038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=857281865084372038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/857281865084372038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/857281865084372038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/15-laws-for-women.html' title='15 LAWS FOR WOMEN:'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6228128758391071973</id><published>2007-08-05T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:22:26.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mygirlylinks.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="Myspace Layouts" alt="Myspace Layouts" src="http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_659_34936.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6228128758391071973?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6228128758391071973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6228128758391071973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6228128758391071973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6228128758391071973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/myspace-layouts.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-250698901641675064</id><published>2007-08-03T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:58:34.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN.</title><content type='html'>For all those men who say, "Why buy a cow, when you can get milk for free?  Here's an update for you: Now days, 80% of women are against marriage.  WHY?  Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN are like....&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are like.......Laxatives .......They irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like....... Bananas.......The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like....... Weather.......Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like.......Blenders .......You need one, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like....... Chocolate Bars.......Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men  are like....... Commercials ........You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like....... Department  Stores.......Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like....... Government Bonds.......They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like.......Mascara .......They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like....... Popcorn.......They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like....... Snowstorms.......You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like.......Lava Lamps .......Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like....... Parking Spots.......All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-250698901641675064?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/250698901641675064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=250698901641675064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/250698901641675064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/250698901641675064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/08/men.html' title='MEN.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5264191526780274746</id><published>2007-07-05T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:32:46.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have a heart.</title><content type='html'>if a person gives great advices, it doesnt mean he's not capable of doing any mistake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a person doesnt show any signs of weakness, it doesnt mean he's not afraid of anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a person always displays a sweet smile, ir doesnt mean that person doesnt know how to be sad and to cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a person tells you he/she is okay after a heartbreak, it doesnt mean he/she finally moved on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that having a facade of a clown, doesnt mean you're really happy and numb for all the pain the world gives you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz you have this one thing that sets you apart from a stone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart..ÜÜ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5264191526780274746?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5264191526780274746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5264191526780274746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5264191526780274746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5264191526780274746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-have-heart.html' title='you have a heart.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8637291888117358591</id><published>2007-07-04T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:26:21.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mystified by what goes on in a guy's head? He probably doesn't make it easy -- sending you a note one day and then teasing you the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these clues that he's into you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He makes excuses to be around you.&lt;/strong&gt; You really think he wanted to help you clean out your family's garage? This guy wants to be near to you, no matter what he's gotta do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He clams up when you're cruisin' by.&lt;/strong&gt; Sure, he's known as the class clown, but when you're near, he's tongue-tied. Chances are his sweating and stuttering is due to the fact that he's fallen for you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He stares at you.&lt;/strong&gt; So you constantly check your make-up and blow your nose, wondering, "is there something wrong with me?" Stop being a paranoid and give him a little smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He pops up in unexpected places.&lt;/strong&gt; All at the sudden he's at your pal's house, your school - hardly a coincidence. This guy's wanting to know more about you. Try asking, "so what brings you here?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He notices little details about you.&lt;/strong&gt; He comments on a change in your nail polish or a new pair of sneaks - and he always has something sweet to say about it. This guy wants you to know he's paying attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His friends ask your friends if you like him.&lt;/strong&gt; This is the biggest giveaway that a boy's into you. He's just too shy or worried abuot what you'll say to do the asking himself. Time for you to fess up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He e-mails/IMs/calls you for the smallest reasons.&lt;/strong&gt; Wether its about any non sense things, he's got a million excuses to talk to you. Don't worry if your conversation doesn't last longer than a few minutes 'cause it sounds like he's just working up the courage to ask you out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8637291888117358591?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8637291888117358591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8637291888117358591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8637291888117358591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8637291888117358591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/07/mystified-by-what-goes-on-in-guys-head.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-2095916276393391757</id><published>2007-07-03T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:33:09.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If anything is real, the heart will make it plain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some love that don't go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be blessed to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity.Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find this kind of love in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-2095916276393391757?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/2095916276393391757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=2095916276393391757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2095916276393391757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2095916276393391757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-anything-is-real-heart-will-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6019443232570524069</id><published>2007-06-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:28:28.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Guys Should Know About Girls</title><content type='html'>1. Don't ever lie to us. We always find out.&lt;br /&gt;2. We don't enjoy talking dirty to you as much as you enjoy listening.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't say you understand when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls are pretty, but your girl is the prettiest!&lt;br /&gt;5. You don't have PMS. Don't act like you know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;6. Saying something sweet might get you of the hook. Doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you talk about having a big dick, we know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;8. Size does matter, but only to hoes; not girls who want relationships.&lt;br /&gt;9. We don't like it when you act like Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;10. A system in your car only impresses your homeboys---not us.&lt;br /&gt;11. No matter what you say, your ex-girlfriend is a hoe. (I don't believe this AT ALL.)&lt;br /&gt;12. It's good to be sensitive, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you did something wrong (or even if you didn't), apologize.&lt;br /&gt;14. Be spontaneous. Dinner and a movie won't always cut it.&lt;br /&gt;15. We are self-conscious by nature; we can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;16. We are drama queens. (Hell, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Fashion police do exist.&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't ask us to give head. If you are nice you might just get it.&lt;br /&gt;19. We do not care about monster trucks, car systems, paintball, or anything else you and your friends talk about.&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugs and kisses must be given at all times.&lt;br /&gt;21. We don't shave our legs everyday so get over it.&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't make bets about us; we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;23. Shave; no matter how cool you think your goatee or beard or mustache is, we hate it.&lt;br /&gt;24. Even if you think it is cool to burp, fart, or emitt other strange gases from your body, it is not.&lt;br /&gt;25. Don't compare our breasts with Pamela Anderson's; hers are fake, just remember that (You have a bigger shot at ours than you ever will with hers.).&lt;br /&gt;26. It is not cool to shoot snot rockets.&lt;br /&gt;27. We are beautiful at all times.&lt;br /&gt;28. We will always think we're fat, so humor us and tell us we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;29. You can shoot hoops, score a goal, knock down big fat guys, and hit a baseball with a stick, so why the hell can't you piss in the toilet and not on it?&lt;br /&gt;30. Most importantly: we are always right. And don't you forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6019443232570524069?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6019443232570524069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6019443232570524069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6019443232570524069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6019443232570524069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-guys-should-know-about-girls.html' title='Things Guys Should Know About Girls'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5550087067825145647</id><published>2007-06-04T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:40:22.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Not Something You Can Buy</title><content type='html'>Somebody once told me that "Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong.....it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there... you´ll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you...and don´t rush things....coz somewhere somehow God is preparing somebody for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never be perfect...the person you love can never be perfect... but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you. But, no relationship is complete without God..... that´s why we have marriage..it´s a bond not only between you and your loved one....but also with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationships fail not because (s)he´s not the right person.... it´s because we expected too much and we decided on our own.... let God do the work...you may call it waiting time....but while you are waiting...pray. Let God guide you always...He knows better. No, He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not what you think it is.... Sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last. Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love. Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life. Others are saying love is immortal and can never be defined. When we think we´re in love the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us. We say this phrase "You are the most wonderful gift from GOD I have ever received..." After a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say "You are the biggest mistake i´ve ever made for my entire life...!!!!". Now, how do you say and spell the word L-O-V-E? Are you really deeply into it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears. Most of the time, these love promises like "Forever, Till Death do us apart, etc." would end up "Never" and "We should part ways, I´m no longer happy with you! My love for you is DEAD!!!". Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree "S/He ain´t the right one. I should probably wait for the right one to come." But the big question anyone could not answer is "Is she/he the right one?" and "When is the right time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made us stick to whom we are with. Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit? A big YES is the answer. Don´t be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it. Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship. You´re right, There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there´s a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you already knew that you´re too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don´t give it a try. You´ll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don´t go deeper into it. You´ll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life. It´s really hard to say goodbye though, but you can´t make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings. Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest. Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention. Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself. More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call it love when we can´t leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, its just pity. We call it love when we´re too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life. We misunderstood, its just that we´re too much dependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past. We are mistaken, its just insecurity. But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn´t something you can buy nor beg. It is real and existing. You can´t touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can´t find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don´t forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5550087067825145647?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5550087067825145647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5550087067825145647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5550087067825145647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5550087067825145647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-is-not-something-you-can-buy.html' title='Love Is Not Something You Can Buy'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5614224255368523218</id><published>2007-05-19T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:14:43.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wedding vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;Cristina, I could promise to hold you and to cherish you. I could promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say 'til death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I won’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope, and I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-size:180%;" &gt;I am sure. I am steady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;And I know that I’m a hard man. Take them apart, put them back together, I hold them in my hands. I am a hard man. So this, I am sure, you are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart, my heart beats for you, and on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" trebuchet="" ms="" serif=""&gt;I promise you ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dr. Preston Burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy, Season 3 Episode 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5614224255368523218?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5614224255368523218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5614224255368523218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5614224255368523218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5614224255368523218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-vow.html' title='the wedding vow'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8524720390550798112</id><published>2007-05-04T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:01:37.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what marriage is really all about:</title><content type='html'>He ordered one hamburger, one order of French fries and one drink. The old man unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half. He placed one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them. As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them kept looking over and whispering. You could tell they were thinking, "That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table. He politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said they were just fine - They were used to sharing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surrounding people noticed the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman said "No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked "What is it you are waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE TEETH." =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8524720390550798112?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8524720390550798112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8524720390550798112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8524720390550798112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8524720390550798112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-what-marriage-is-really-all.html' title='This is what marriage is really all about:'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5101181905846491916</id><published>2007-05-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:11:17.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do people say &lt;u&gt;life is short&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when its the longest of them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why does &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;life give you heartbreak&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not expect you to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life has great characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;complicated story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each person's life is different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tears&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;laughs&lt;/u&gt; and the glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;life has a meaning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;answer cant be told&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one day we will work it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we are tired and old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you &lt;u&gt;just look around&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;find yourself&lt;/u&gt; people who are much better than you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its always been like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;its not just you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your always &lt;u&gt;around your friends&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;they just don't care&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ignoring you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,just all of them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your &lt;u&gt;not yourself&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people don't like you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause all of them know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your not you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;point is &lt;u&gt;even if&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;would they care??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;you only get to live once&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;why not make the best of it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;instead of living it the way you'd regret it&lt;/u&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/13889043-5101181905846491916?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5101181905846491916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5101181905846491916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5101181905846491916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5101181905846491916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-people-say-life-is-short-when.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8215321044933911692</id><published>2007-03-15T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:32:05.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 64, 159);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 64, 159);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Someone out there was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 64, 159);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;The one you can tell your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;And he'll smile at you when you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;But he'll never laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;He'll brush your hair out of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;And&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;at you during a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;Even though he paid $8 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;To see it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;He'll call you&lt;/u&gt; to tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He couldn't stop thinking about &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;And most importantly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he'll look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right in &lt;u&gt;your eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;That&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; you're the most&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;beautiful&lt;span class="v10"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has ever seen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;em&gt; for the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time in your life&lt;/em&gt;, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="v10"&gt;Going to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13889043-8215321044933911692?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8215321044933911692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8215321044933911692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8215321044933911692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8215321044933911692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/someone-out-there-was-meant-to-be-love.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-3194115248892324486</id><published>2007-03-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:45:07.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Love comes not from the brain, but from the heart... it has no reason nor cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love is always a surprise.. it hits you at the most unexpected time, place, person and situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never love because of need but because of want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. True love is a rare gift thus when found, treasure it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Love is never about playing it safe... it's about RISKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The perfect person doesn't exist... there are only people perfect for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There will always come a time that we have to stop loving someone, not because the person started hating us but because we run out of reasons to fight for what we feel inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Keep a piece of your heart for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When love fails, cry..but you must know when to stop! pick yourself up and MOVE ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn to accept the fact that some things are really not meant to be...&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/13889043-3194115248892324486?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/3194115248892324486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=3194115248892324486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3194115248892324486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/3194115248892324486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1137680901856858320</id><published>2007-03-10T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:46:06.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;do you know what girls want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;we want &lt;u&gt;real conversations &amp; &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want &lt;strong&gt;cute dates together&lt;/strong&gt;, nothing expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the truth is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we only want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we want to &lt;strong&gt;hold hands&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;lie beneath the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;we want to be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;to say something stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&amp; not worry about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &amp;amp; we want a guy that will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; us for nothing but being&lt;strong&gt; us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;real plain &amp;amp; simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1137680901856858320?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1137680901856858320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1137680901856858320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1137680901856858320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1137680901856858320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-know-what-girls-want-we-want.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1997034114924500977</id><published>2007-03-09T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:46:19.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices and Consequences If You Think Saying No Is Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Woman's Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;When I met him;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;I liked him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;When I liked him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;I loved him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;When I loved him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;I let him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;When I let him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;I lost him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Man's Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I saw her, I liked her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I loved her,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I wanted her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I asked her; She said&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;NO.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I married her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;After sixty years,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I still have her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1997034114924500977?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1997034114924500977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1997034114924500977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1997034114924500977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1997034114924500977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/choices-and-consequences-if-you-think.html' title='Choices and Consequences If You Think Saying No Is Tough'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-415013502575069914</id><published>2007-03-08T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:33:05.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love isn't suppose to be easy. It's suppose to be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not 'fall in' or 'out' of love. One grows in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like quicksand. The farther you fall into it, the harder it is to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without love isn't life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love flies, runs, and rejoices. It is free and nothing can hold it back.&lt;/span&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/13889043-415013502575069914?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/415013502575069914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=415013502575069914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/415013502575069914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/415013502575069914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-isnt-suppose-to-be-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8329227308649457894</id><published>2007-03-07T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:01:07.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Notes 15: Between Love and Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="fontheadline"&gt;&lt;span class="fontinf2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Joe,&lt;span class="fonttext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just call me Anna. I'm a fine arts student in a long-term and happy relationship. But I am tormented right now by some feelings that I cannot explain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I've been in a satisfying five-year relationship, I have this friend that I have feelings for. He's special but I never told him that for fear of losing our friendship. But it sometimes feels like he has some feelings for me, too. Joe, if that is true, how does one know for sure?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend and I used to be classmates before we became very close friends. All this time, I have told myself that it was nothing but friendship. But when my boyfriend and I broke up, this friend was always there for me. He helped me through those three months of sadness. In fact our classmates thought that he was courting me because he would always bring me home in his car. But to me, it was just an act of generosity. Besides, we'd always go as a group. I'd often stay in the back seat with our other friends. Often I'd see&lt;table style="width: 208px; height: 62px;" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" width="200"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td class="backinf" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beta.inq7.net/sunday/images/common/pixel.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td class="backinf" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beta.inq7.net/sunday/images/common/pixel.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" width="200"&gt;             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                &lt;td align="right" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beta.inq7.net/sunday/images/common/pixel.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;         &lt;!--          DisplayAds("showbizandstyle.inq7.net/sim","Top,Bottom,Middle,Right,Middle2!Middle");         //--&gt;         &lt;/script&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; him staring at me from the car's rear view mirror. When I'd catch his eye, he'd shift his glance to our other friends. He would also treat me out often and take me to places with beautiful scenery. When we were new friends, he told me how he envied my boyfriend for having a girl like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When my boyfriend came back to me, my friend continued to send me sweet messages that made my boyfriend jealous. He became a constant source of discord between us. While I defended him for being just a friend, deep inside I knew that I felt something for him. He has no girlfriend, and my other friends say it is probably because of me. But this friend would firmly answer in the negative. It was his choice and besides, he says, he doesn't have plans of stealing somebody else's girl. But he remains silent about his feelings. If actions do speak louder than words, what should my conclusion be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have any plans to break up with my boyfriend, for my family likes him a lot and that matters to me. All I want to know, just before graduating, is if I am special to this friend in the way that he is special to me. Joe, is this love or friendship?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Anna,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes the line that separates friendship and love becomes obscure because our emotion crosses beyond that which is spoken, and expresses itself openly in actions and gestures that speak more of love than friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly, I believe that your friend is very fond of you. It pleases him to see you happy and he takes it upon himself to be responsible for your safety. He likes to secretly stare at you because you occupy a special place in his heart. He could have had everything set out perfectly, except for one thing. He never told you what it all meant. He never said what he truly feels for you. He is a classic example of a man who has a very big heart but a very small voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna, I know that you have a feeling that he likes you too. You just need affirmation that what you feel is true. I don't see anything wrong in that. What I am afraid of is what happens if you find out that it is true, that he could have been loving you from a distance all these years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You could be missing an opportunity to be fair to yourself. All I can say is that you shouldn't stay with your boyfriend simply because your family likes him. You should stay with him because you love him. But if you are caught between your strong feelings for your best friend and your commitment to your boyfriend then you've got a lot of thinking to do. Remember, love sometimes sneaks up from the most surprising places at the most unexpected time. Let us just make sure that we are able to make sensible decisions when that happens because sometimes it is the love by accident and not the love that was contemplated that takes hold of our hearts and keeps it forever.&lt;/p&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/13889043-8329227308649457894?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8329227308649457894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8329227308649457894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8329227308649457894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8329227308649457894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-notes-15-between-love-and.html' title='Love Notes 15: Between Love and Friendship'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7008151262097378777</id><published>2007-03-06T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:27:52.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;sometimes feel a little jealous inside imagining someone could please you more than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;it's my insecurity acting up a bit Because i know i'm not the most beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Most fun, or even the most exciting person, you'll ever meet but I do know that no matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;. How hard and long you search you will never find a girl, who loves you and cares about you the way I do ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; I don't want a guy who wouldn't have the courage to actually talk to me in school, and then say I love you online. I want a guy who will talk to me in school when he has a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;, say I love you in school, and &lt;strong&gt;Wraps his arms around my waist and then people will say wow, they look so cute together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There's &lt;/span&gt;nothing like the deep breaths after laughing that hard. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As youu grow older, it gets harder just to believe. It's not that you don't want to, but too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;much has happened. - &lt;em&gt;so true &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's the days we sit around and do nothing. It's the moments we laugh so hard we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cry. It's the way we look at each other and know what's going through our heads. It's the stupid pictures and inside jokes. They're the reason we're inseparable. - &lt;em&gt;AWW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In life, you have two loves ..one who changes the way you see yourself and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;world and &lt;strong&gt;the other puts you back together...after you have lost the first &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/13889043-7008151262097378777?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7008151262097378777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7008151262097378777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7008151262097378777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7008151262097378777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-quotes.html' title='love quotes'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6154216109802869875</id><published>2007-03-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:37:41.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Girl's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Get kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;2. Have that one hot kiss where you`re pressed against the wall&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a guy that thinks you're the world&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a guy that holds on as long as possible when giving hugs&lt;br /&gt;5. A boy that whispers he loves you in your ear&lt;br /&gt;6. Have that moment where you just gaze into each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;7. When you cry, he kisses your tears away.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you're not with your guy he's all that you can think about&lt;br /&gt;9. Wearing his jacket and everytime you breath in, his scent surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;10. A guy who will watch any movie with you, no matter how teary eyed you may get.&lt;br /&gt;11. A guy who squeezes your hand&lt;br /&gt;12. A boy that says he loves you and means it&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy that will play her favorite song outside her window&lt;br /&gt;14. A guy who is loyal&lt;br /&gt;15. A guy that will sing to you no matter how bad he is at it.&lt;br /&gt;16. A guy that will kiss you on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;17. A guy that will call you beautiful or adorable...not hot, fine, or sexy&lt;br /&gt;18. A guy that will never judge you for how you look.&lt;br /&gt;19. A boy that says cheezy stuff to you just to make u smile&lt;br /&gt;20. A boy that is the same when he is with you and when with friends&lt;br /&gt;21. A boy that tells you everything honestly&lt;br /&gt;22. A boy that is good with your family and introduces you to his family&lt;br /&gt;23. A guy that will always let you win -- nah&lt;br /&gt;24. A guy who stands up for you no matter who it is against&lt;br /&gt;25. A guy who calls you at night just to say 'hi' and see how your day has been&lt;br /&gt;26. A boy who tells you that your smile makes his day and makes everything  better&lt;br /&gt;27. A boy who will sit on the phone with you when you're sad, even if you're quiet&lt;br /&gt;28. A boy who you can hangout and have fun with&lt;br /&gt;29. A boy that will just randonmly call you for no reason at all, just because he missed you&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy who will hold your hand through the roughest parts of life.&lt;br /&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/13889043-6154216109802869875?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6154216109802869875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6154216109802869875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6154216109802869875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6154216109802869875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/every-girls-dream.html' title='Every Girl&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8592101197863184619</id><published>2007-03-04T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:05:08.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Isn’t it ironic how almost everyone subject themselves to emotional anxiety and pains, in search of the so called one true ‘LOVE’, when in fact nobody can ever provide one (and universally accepted) definition of this word?... when nobody can guarantee an end when the journey begins? Isn’t it ironic how one person can make you so miserable to the extent of doubting your sense of self-worth and feeling impotent, when there standing behind you are countless people who believes in you and values you so much in their life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Isn’t it stupid that we allow one person whom we barely know and whom we just met, to destroy the fruits of our past and to dictate our future by investing all our emotions in the belief that he can provide the happiness that we would need to last our lifetime? Isn’t it amazing how society makes us believe that this one person will be enough to make us abandon the joys from the people who really loved us and those who molded us into the very person that made this one person love us in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Isn’t it unbelievable that we rely on one person to measure our importance through the number of phone calls, text messages, e-mails, chocolates or flowers that we receive, when there are people whom we call family and friends who never fail to make us feel so important? Doesn’t it astonish you how one failed relationship suddenly destroys the pride, confidence and wisdom we have carefully collected and owned from the people and events in our past... the foundations that made up the person that you really were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Isn’t it so stupid that we forget about everything we believed in, how easily we lose our faith in love just because of one jerk who, to his misfortune, didn’t recognize true love when it was in front of him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Isn’t it amazing how we punish ourselves and how we choose to stay in misery, when joy is just one step ahead of us, just because of one mistake (of love) to which we also happen to be the victim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;So I ask, why do we have to do this to ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When NOBODY but you knows who you really are and how valuable you are? So please, never allow any jerk to make you believe otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;MISTAKES, never be ashamed of them for we all commit one. Love, after all, is about acceptance. Those who cannot accept you for who you are do not deserve your love, simply because he is not capable of giving you the love that you deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8592101197863184619?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8592101197863184619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8592101197863184619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8592101197863184619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8592101197863184619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/irony-of-true-love.html' title='Irony of True Love'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6921320450763359237</id><published>2007-03-03T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:45:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sometimes it is so easy to think of giving up on someone we love.  but the real measure of love is in choosing to stay in a relationship even when there seems to be no reason left for us to.  when we cannot find a reason to love someone anymore, then that is the time when we have to teach ourselves to love some more, and give some more."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6921320450763359237?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6921320450763359237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6921320450763359237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6921320450763359237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6921320450763359237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-it-is-so-easy-to-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-39677190888888021</id><published>2007-03-02T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:21:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala-Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. &lt;u&gt;Love is the tool, and more love is the end product&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Our true identity is to love without fear and insecurity. Our higher potential finds us when we set our course in that direction. The &lt;strong&gt;power of love and compassion transforms insecurity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love the heart that hurts you, but &lt;u&gt;never hurt the heart that loves you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Enthusiasm created from the heart is the spirit of the matter. It ignites your whole system so there's no drag, no resistance, no thoughts like "Do I have to?" coming from the head to sabotage the power of your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love is not automatic. It takes conscious practice and awareness, just like playing the piano or golf. However, you have ample opportunities to practice. &lt;u&gt;Everyone you meet can be your practice session&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just hope its automatic, no practice sessionsssssss =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Love is fire. But whether it's gonna &lt;strong&gt;warm your heart or burn your house&lt;/strong&gt; down you can never tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divine Love&lt;/strong&gt; always has met and always will meet every human need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perfect love is rare indeed&lt;/u&gt; - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the &lt;strong&gt;subtlety&lt;/strong&gt; of the very wise, the &lt;strong&gt;flexibility&lt;/strong&gt; of the child, the &lt;strong&gt;sensitivity&lt;/strong&gt; of the artist, the &lt;strong&gt;understanding&lt;/strong&gt; of the philosopher, the &lt;strong&gt;acceptance&lt;/strong&gt; of the saint, the &lt;strong&gt;tolerance &lt;/strong&gt;of the scholar and the &lt;strong&gt;fortitude&lt;/strong&gt; of the certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be patient&lt;/strong&gt; toward all that is unsolved in your heart. And try to love the questions themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you love something, &lt;strong&gt;set it free&lt;/strong&gt;. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;yours to begin with.&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; - yeah yeah yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Trouble is part of your life — if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;True love never lives happily ever after - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;true love has no ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much &lt;strong&gt;perfoms much&lt;/strong&gt;, and can &lt;strong&gt;accomplish much&lt;/strong&gt;, and what is done in love is &lt;strong&gt;done well&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In all that we do let us do it for love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Love fails, only when we fail to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another. &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;- ehh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. &lt;strong&gt;This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a sort of Divine accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you don't have it here (pointing to the heart), it doesn't matter what you've got here (pointing at the head). &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;- yup! sevice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fear less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hope more, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eat less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, chew more, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whine less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, breathe more, &lt;strong&gt;talk less&lt;/strong&gt;, say more, love more, and all good things will be yours.&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; - no stress, steady lang =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;- nice right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To be loved, be lovable.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't forget to love yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Absence &lt;strong&gt;sharpens &lt;/strong&gt;love, presence &lt;strong&gt;strengthens&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Talk not of wasted affection; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;affection never was wasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can do no great things;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only small things with great love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In science as in love, &lt;strong&gt;too much concentration on technique can often lead to impotence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To love and win is the best thing.&lt;/span&gt; To love and lose, the next best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't fall in love with somebody who doesn't love you back&lt;/u&gt; (it's not cool). &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;- haha, sama eh =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;Keep Moving&lt;/u&gt; (Growing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There are no guarantees.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-39677190888888021?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/39677190888888021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=39677190888888021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/39677190888888021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/39677190888888021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/lala-love.html' title='Lala-Love'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6292848713047664240</id><published>2007-03-01T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:56:00.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love by Joe D' Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;What hurts  most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when you can't fight for that one thing that would make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;...I may never be the guy you look forward to seeing every day...&lt;br /&gt;...but I will always be the guy who will look out for you each and every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Girl: "don't make me feel that i'm just a selfish jerk just  because I made you cry"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Guy: "then don't make me feel like I did nothing for you when I almost died crying  just to see you smile..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And some ask ourselves: Will our actions echo across the centuries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't when you can't sleep ... it's when you want to keep your eyes open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't when you keep holding on ... it's when you learn to let go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't when you kill yourself with jealousy ... it's when you understand ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isnt' when you fall for someone ... it's when you catch that person when she falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't when you see her everywhere ... it's when you close your eyes and she is still there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't when you tell her what you feel ... it's when you give everything for her sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Love isn't  when you think you were blind ... it's when you know she was wrong but you didn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*This was after he had encountered his own love problem.&lt;/span&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/13889043-6292848713047664240?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6292848713047664240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6292848713047664240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6292848713047664240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6292848713047664240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-hurts-most.html' title='Love by Joe D&apos; Mango'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-130513475165156831</id><published>2007-02-28T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:35:51.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;"Let us always remember that sometimes we just have to stop pushing ourselves to love or be loved by someone. Sometimes we  just have to be alone to be able to think about what we really want in life, to be able to realize what or who will really make us happy. Sometimes it is only when we start loving ourselves that we are able to realize that real and lasting happiness starts from within ourselves, and becomes even more complete when we share it with someone who loves us... " - joe d' mango&lt;/span&gt;&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/13889043-130513475165156831?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/130513475165156831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=130513475165156831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/130513475165156831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/130513475165156831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-us-always-remember-that-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1897477570631713507</id><published>2007-02-27T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:58:39.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;There were two hearts who met in a dance. That moment was magical, there was a sweet song playing, there was harmony. And soon love in the air. They fell in love and they started building castles in their dreams. And promised forever with all certainty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;But somewhere in the midst of the fun, they got lost in the dance. Something went wrong, but they can never do anything. They were just drifting away, their fortress falling apart. There were so many questions but no one had an answer. Then the music stopped, then there was silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;When we truly love someone we give our best and let that person see the pureness of our intentions. But sometimes that person makes us cry and hurts us for the wrong reasons. That someone must have loved us but he has not loved us enough to make him stand for what he truly felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Now, we are faced with the seemingly impossible task of forgetting. We have burdened ourselves long enough. But we still can't get out from this emotional trap. Let us remember that the more we try to forget someone we love the more painful letting go will become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Sometimes we never have to take that person out in our hearts at all, for he will always be there no matter how hard we try to drive him away. It isn't his presence that made this difficult but it is our stubbornness to accept our destiny that aligns forgetting is next to impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts there still that lingering hope for a reconciliation. Somehow, we still believe that we can rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts. This thought gives us hope but it also breeds the seeds of loneliness and despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;The only way to forget is to accept and the only way to move on is to look ahead and let the footprints of the past be blown by the wind of time. Only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance of life and hopefully never get lost again.*easier said than done.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOURCE: Joe D'Mango&lt;/em&gt;&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/13889043-1897477570631713507?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1897477570631713507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1897477570631713507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1897477570631713507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1897477570631713507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/dance-of-life.html' title='The Dance of Life'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6893231665114297856</id><published>2007-02-26T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T04:52:20.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the saddest part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can never teach a guy to love you the way you want to be loved.. you have to wait for him to do it in his own way,in his own time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the saddest part of being a girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, you can never teach a girl to love the guy back the way she did before if she already grew tired and is fed up understanding and waiting to be appreciated and loved the way she deserves to be loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the saddest part of being an insensitive man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6893231665114297856?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6893231665114297856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6893231665114297856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6893231665114297856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6893231665114297856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/saddest-part.html' title='the saddest part'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1858652122761232899</id><published>2007-02-25T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:29:59.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some lovenotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love don't give us the promise of forever, but having faith on it makes us believe that there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is not a one-shot deal that you have to get right at first. You will always make mistakes and find your ideal partner. Love is also a process of finding your way, finding the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The greates mistake we'll make in a relationship is when we look at somebody else other than our partner to satisfy our emotional and physical needs. The second mistake is when we consciously allow ourselves to be the object of these emotional and physical desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can never be certain of our relationships because not all of them are built to last our lifetime. We have to constantly nurture it so it can grow and we can grow old with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the midst of despair, pain, and sorrow, someone comes in our life and gives us strength to believe in life again. The love they give us gives us a blind faith that helps us believe in ourselves again, that we can make our dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;lucida sans unicode&amp;quot;, lucida;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;Love can be the beSt thing that will ever happen to you. More often than not, your lover is also your bestfriend, one who will stand by you through thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most ordinary relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods. The truth is you will not run out of goods if you believe you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;People cannot change who you really are. You just have to tell them and be honest about the real person behind you. You cannot hide in your cloak of deception forever. You desreve to be happy just by being yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;A relationship is a two way street. It's never all your fault or the other person's. You go into the relationship together and work through it all together. And remember, the best relationship is one w/c your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we begin to put so much weight on what others feel and think about our relationships, we become distracted and lose our own perception of our partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you choose to fight for love, then you should be prepared to face the consequences and risk associated with it. But if you choose to follow tradition over the dictate of your heart the you also have to be prepared to lose someone you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us always remember that, in the end it is not how much love we have received that would count, but how much love we have given and how much more we are willing to give even without the promise of earning it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;We constantly have to make an extra effort to make others feel that they are important to us and the small things they do are appreciated. The greatness of a relationship is built on the foundation of small acts of kindess, love and compassion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment, they are precisely the ones you need in your life at this moment. There is a purpose and meaning behind all events, and this purpose and meaning develops you as a person and as a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1858652122761232899?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1858652122761232899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1858652122761232899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1858652122761232899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1858652122761232899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-lovenotes.html' title='some lovenotes'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-9080875557860074224</id><published>2007-02-24T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:37:40.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;"  &gt;don`t&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;settle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the guy who`s &lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;kiss your &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;"  &gt;wait for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pushes&lt;/i&gt; your buttons &amp;&amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;off on a&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be easy; it's supposed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;worth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-9080875557860074224?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/9080875557860074224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=9080875557860074224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/9080875557860074224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/9080875557860074224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-settle-for-guy-whos-going-to-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-500638660119584270</id><published>2007-02-23T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:05:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you should never lie to a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss &amp; several of his Friends. We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that Promotion I'v been wanting, so could you please pack enough Clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box we're Leaving From the office &amp;amp; I will swing by the house to pick my things up. "Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes! Lots of Salmon, some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to Do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did. They're in your fishing box.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-500638660119584270?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/500638660119584270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=500638660119584270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/500638660119584270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/500638660119584270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-you-should-never-lie-to-woman.html' title='why you should never lie to a woman'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-785053036289972857</id><published>2007-02-22T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:55:38.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want a boy---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrestle with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let me win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;u&gt;i can talk to about anything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who laughs at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;a boy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who puts my cold hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in his warm hoodie pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who lets me use his sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;for a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;who buys me 25 cent rings,&lt;br /&gt;and sticky hands.&lt;br /&gt;who says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;i love you &amp; means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;kiss me in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the sunshine, and in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who calls unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;who will have many inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;with and me remember each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a boy who notices girls haircuts.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who realizes that girls say things&lt;br /&gt;but dont always mean them.&lt;br /&gt;who shows up at my games,&lt;br /&gt;slipping in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;who i can go swimming with&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on hot days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me his problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and let me help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will listen to me talk--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about the new nail polish i got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will &lt;u&gt;let me beat him up&lt;br /&gt;when i get angry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writes love letters to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt send them.&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;draws pictures&lt;/span&gt; and slips them&lt;br /&gt;gently into my locker slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a boy with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeps eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that can see through faces into depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who gives me his t-shirt to change into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and not expect to get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knows my favorite color, song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;car, vegetable, perfume and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the color of my toothbrush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy who will shake my dads hand&lt;br /&gt;and look my mother in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;who will call me by my full name--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first, middle and last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a boy who will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiss me&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im pretty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy who will let me cry to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who will squeeze my hips just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;who surprises me and compliments&lt;br /&gt;my manicure and plays with my hair.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;math test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or when i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy who smells like&lt;br /&gt;he just stepped out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who wears cologne that i can subtly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smell when im leaning on his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who tells me i have a nice laugh&lt;br /&gt;and a smile that light up the room&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; simply be mine to hold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-785053036289972857?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/785053036289972857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=785053036289972857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/785053036289972857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/785053036289972857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-boy.html' title='i want a boy...'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7331672326305711777</id><published>2007-02-21T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:58:36.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why boys fall in love with girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This was written by a guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually...Just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt (even though we don't admit it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say "I miss you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;```note to all the girls, besides, mostly girls din naman bumabasa nito e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen u ask us w/c clothes, earings, etc fits u best and we answer "we dont care" or "any", it means you look good no matter how you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen u ask us, "arent you curious about my past?" and we say no, it means we dont care about ur past. we love you. thats that. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we act like we dnt care and stay quiet, it dsnt mean we dnt luv u. it means we're still not sure if what we're about to say may sting you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen u get pissed and get mad at us, the only thing we wanna do in this world is to stab ourselves. (literally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pag di nagreply, di ibig sabihin pinagpalit na namin kayo. wala lang kaming load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we dnt see u the whole day, that mins may life or death kaming situation dpt ayusin. inaayos namin dahil pag namatay kami, di na namin kau makakasama dba? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we say we love you, tatak mo na sa bato, totoo yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pag tumawag ka, di namin sinagot, that means ayaw ka namin magastosan, hindi dahil nasa club kami or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we get late for a date or meeting with you, that means we took time to look our best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we dont want you to wear revealing clothes, its coz amin na kau, why attract more attention to yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we say magbasketball lang kami, dont get mad. we dont get mad wen you go shopping right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen late na kami nagising, it means we spent the night thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen you get mad and we keep quiet, it only means we want YOU to listen to us... (for a change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we stare at you and smile, di kami nagiisip ng bastos. we're just thinking of how lucky we are that we got you. other guys didn't. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we dont wanna be with your friends, it dsnt mean we dont like them. it means YOU should spend time with them. baka magtampo that lagi nalang yung mag-boyfriend yung magkasama. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we spend lots of our time sleeping, its coz we wanna have lots of energy wen we see you or text you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we text our ex's, it dsnt mean we still want them back. its just like saying, "di namin binastos yung ex namin unlike other guys thats why we still have the guts to text them and call them friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen we introduce you to our friends and family, it means we're proud that you're ours and we wanna show you off... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~kapag lagi kami nagpapapogi and nagpapabango, it dsnt mean mambababae kami. it means that when you or someone who knows you sees us, di naman kami magmumukhang gago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wen minsan matagal kami magreply, it means nagiisip kami ng sasabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, as guys, mahal namin kayo. wag lang kau magagalit agad. try to understand the situation first before&lt;br /&gt;getting mad. wag lahat ng bagay lalagyan ng malisya. mwah! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7331672326305711777?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7331672326305711777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7331672326305711777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7331672326305711777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7331672326305711777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-boys-fall-in-love-with-girls.html' title='why boys fall in love with girls...'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-4017357013603979543</id><published>2007-02-20T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T08:33:28.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Better Than Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Free movies (you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can hug your friend without wondering if she thinks you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can hug your friend without wondering if YOU'RE gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know The Truth about whether size matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speeding ticket? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New lipstick gives you a whole new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You never had to walk down the hall with your binder strategically positioned in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you have sex with someone and don't call him the next day, you're not the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Condoms make no significant difference in your enjoyment of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you have to be home in time for 90210, you can say so, out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you're not making enough money you can blame the glass ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can sleep your way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You can sue the President for sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. It's possible to live your whole life without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. No fashion faux pas you make could rival The Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise and Tom Selleck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You don't have to fart to amuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you cheat on your spouse, people assume it's because you're being emotionally neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. YOU never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You'll never have to decide where to hide your nose-hair clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. No one passes out when you take off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you think the person you're dating really likes you, you don't have to break up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Excitement is only as far away as the nearest beauty-supply store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You can congratulate your teammate without ever touching her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you have a zit, you can conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You never have to reach down every so often to make sure your privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If you're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You have the ability to dress yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You have an excuse to be a total bitch at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you marry someone 20 years younger, you're aware that you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you're wearing cologne, you don't have to pretend it's aftershave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You'll probably never see someone you know while peeing in an alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You'll never have to punch a hole through anything with your fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You can quickly end any fight by crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Your friends won't think you're weird if you ask whether there's spinach in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You've never had a goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Gay waiters don't make you uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You'll never regret piercing your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You can fully assess a person just by looking at her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You'll never discover you've been duped by a Wonderbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You don't have hair on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You know which glass was yours by the lipstick mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-4017357013603979543?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4017357013603979543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=4017357013603979543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4017357013603979543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4017357013603979543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-better-than-men.html' title='Women Better Than Men'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8607107726318415275</id><published>2007-02-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:52:44.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some sweet things to do for a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every girl dreams that one day, she will find a guy that does these things for her. Even the smallest action can have THE BIGGEST impact in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE HER ONE OF YOUR T-SHIRTS TO SLEEP IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE HER CUTE TEXT MESSAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS HER IN FR0NT 0F Y0UR FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST HER 0VER EVERY0NE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL HER SHE L00KS BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L00K HER IN THE EYE WHEN Y0U TALK T0 HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET HER MESS WITH Y0UR HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESS WITH HER HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WALK AR0UND WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F0RGIVE HER F0R HER MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L00K AT HER LIKES SHE'S THE 0NLY GIRL Y0U SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKLE HER EVEN WHEN SHE SAYS ST0P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H0LD HER HAND EVEN WHEN Y0U ARE AROUND Y0UR FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE STARTS SWEARING AT Y0U TELL HER Y0U L0VE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET HER FALL ASLEEP IN Y0UR ARMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET HER MAD, THEN KISS HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEASE HER &amp;amp; LET HER TEASE Y0U BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY UP WITH HER ALL NIGHT WHEN SHES SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH HER FAV0RITE M0VIE WITH HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS HER F0REHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE HER THE W0RLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE HER LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET HER WEAR Y0UR CL0THES. (SWEATSHIRTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHES SAD, HANG 0UT WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET HER KN0W SHE'S IMP0RTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET HER TAKE ALL THE PH0T0S 0F Y0U SHE WANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS HER IN THE RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL HER EVERY NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN Y0U FALL IN L0VE WITH HER, TELL HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN Y0U D0 TELL HER. L0VE HER LIKE Y0U NEVER L0VED BEF0RE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8607107726318415275?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8607107726318415275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8607107726318415275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8607107726318415275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8607107726318415275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-sweet-things-to-do-for-girl.html' title='some sweet things to do for a girl'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1443773709892439932</id><published>2007-02-18T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T08:48:41.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how women think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;This means "something," and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt; One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the&lt;br /&gt;word "Fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. this is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care". You will get a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will&lt;br /&gt;talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFT SIGH&lt;br /&gt;Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S OKAY&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and in conjunction with a "Raised Eyebrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO&lt;br /&gt;This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with&lt;br /&gt;whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT&lt;br /&gt;This is much different from "Thanks." A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be&lt;br /&gt;followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh," as she will only tell you "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and before we forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever" ...it's a woman's way of saying *! #@ YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1443773709892439932?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1443773709892439932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1443773709892439932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1443773709892439932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1443773709892439932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-women-terminologies.html' title='how women think'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8354153676863121221</id><published>2007-02-17T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:12:07.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uso pa ba ang open relationships?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.        She is a 24-year old copywriter. He is an architect. They met and became lovers in college. They broke up last year but remained to be "friends." They send sweet text messages and he calls her often to make sure she's okay. They still date. They don't see anyone else. It is obvious that they still love each other but when asked about their situation, she doesn't know the real score. Even her friends are in the dark. "Parang sila, pero hindi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       She works in a telecom. He is reviewing for the board. They are in the same barkada. They talk on the phone till 4 am. He gives her chocolates, flowers and CDs even when there is no occasion. Their friends are suspecting something. Bakit sila nagsosolo kapag may overnight inuman? Why does he hold her close on the dance floor? Bakit sila magkaholding hands lagi? Sila kaya? "He hasn't admitted anything," she rants. "But I let him hug and kiss me. Parang kami, pero hindi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       They work together in an ad agency. After office, they would watch movie, have dinner and stroll at Glorietta. She gave him Harry Potter books for his birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make an ex jealous. They made out during the company outing in Subic and never talked about it. He said "I love you" once but she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly because they were both drunk then. But one thing she is sure of is her feelings for him. She likes him. And she's assuming that with what he's doing to her and with her, he likes her, too. There's just one hitch: he has a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       She is a 28-year-old virgin. He's a 35-year-old bachelor. Both mountaineers, they became close during their climbs. After a few dates in posh restaurants, he brings her to his condo where they would make out. They have been doing this for months. She wants to believe that "sila na" but then she's not really sure about it. "We don't talk about it but it doesn't really matter," she'd tell her friends. "What's important is I am enjoying this -- whatever it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it MU or mutual understanding. Pseudo-relationships. Pseudo-boyfriends. Flings. Almost like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase where the persons involved are more than friends, but not quite lovers. Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, possible ding hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons. It can happen after a break-up. You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo --usually the guy --may ka-relasyon na. Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Lalo na kung naghahanap ka lang naman ng "kalaro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kasi wala talagang kasiguraduhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may patutunguhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Iba't ibang dahilan. Puwedeng for fun lang.  Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom."  Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you are after for is that "kilig" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Aminado naman ako na once upon a time, may mga pseudo-relationships din ako. No commitments involved. For the simplest reason that they couldn't commit, because they were either committed to someone else, or that they weren't ready to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rationalization, "okay na iyun, kesa wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ang habol ko lang naman, iyong kilig feeling. Iyong merong nagtatanong kung kumusta araw ko. Iyong merong ka-cuddle sa beach outing. Iyong kapag tumunog ang cellphone, mapapangiti na ako dahil alam kong galing sa kanya ang message. Iyong merong laging kasama. Habang wala pa ang the real thing, puwede na itong pagtiyagaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real. And usually, in this kind of set up, ang babae lagi ang lugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Una, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will always be uncertain about your role in his life. You can't expect him to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have to keep it to yourself. Ano ka ba niya para magselos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with him? You can't be sure if he feels the same way. Baka nag-a-assume ka lang na mahal ka rin niya. Even if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't. Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka mapahiya ka lang. This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship. Or if there is a relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much?  What if you have invested all your emotions and this man hasn't? What if you remain faithful to him, not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he is seeing other girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting. When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it. Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. Wala kang pinanghahawakan. Kasi sa pseudo-relationship, there is no "us." Meron lang "you and me," hindi "us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Buti sana kung pseudo-pain din lang ang mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindi eh. Real pain. And usually, kahit tapos na ang pseudo-relationship, hindi mo maiwasan umasang one day, may karugtong pa rin iyun. And you will be miserable, hoping to bring back what you used to have, only to find out eventually that the guy is in another pseudo-relationship with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ang hirap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up for fun and then you'd end up hurting yourself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain eh. Puwede naman na hindi mo muna isipin ang future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But if you are certain that you are going to hurt yourself in the process, kailangan mo mamili. You can be happy and live the moment without worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I was younger and in a pseudo-relationship with an unavailable guy, a friend told me, "Sige, kung ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka. Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ang bottom line lang naman, kung magpapasaya sa iyo, gawin mo. Ihanda mo lang ang sarili mo sa consequence. Dahil ang "parang kayo pero hindi" stage ay bihirang nagiging totoo. Usually, hanggang doon lang siya… almost, but not quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8354153676863121221?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8354153676863121221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8354153676863121221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8354153676863121221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8354153676863121221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/uso-pa-ba-ang-open-relationships.html' title='uso pa ba ang open relationships?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7103064297842718998</id><published>2007-02-16T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:24:50.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyzing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I wonder why it seems so important these days to analyze everything.Someone says, "I love you," and we feel we should question what they mean.We want to know what they are really saying and wonder what they are feeling. We spend endless hours dissecting why someone would say this or do that, putting under a microscope things that would be better simply accepted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;It is certainly true that the more we know about something or someone, the more we can understand them. But we can never know everything about anything and that's alright too. There is a certain magic in that fact that even after a lifetime of relating the deepest feelings, thoughts and actions may remain incomprehensible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;What we need to know about loving is no great mystery. We all know what constitutes loving behavior; we need but act upon it, not continually question it. Over-analysis often confuses the issue and in the end brings us no closer to insight. We sometimes become too busy classifying, separating, and examining, to remember that love is easy. It's we who make it complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;~Leo Buscaglia (Born For Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7103064297842718998?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7103064297842718998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7103064297842718998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7103064297842718998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7103064297842718998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/analyzing-love.html' title='Analyzing Love'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8543966753394247575</id><published>2007-02-15T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:32:21.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Types of Manliligaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Mr. Gwapings - mayaman, gwapo, kilala, at higit sa lahat may wheels. mataas ang confidence nya na hindi sya mababasted, kaya pag nabasted.. maapektuhan ng husto ang kanyang EGO. at teyk note, malas mo kung may sourgrape attitude pa yan. pwede nyang sabihing "sus kala mo kung sinong maganda eh pinagtyatyagaan ko lang naman sya! pwe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Quickie - ang type ng manliligaw na kadamagkikita kayo e wala nang alam na sabihin kundi "kelan mo ba ako sasagutin?" o kaya "i love you na, ako ba hindi mo pa lab?" kahit na isang linggo pa lang naman syang pumoporma. kungbaga dinadaan nya sa pangungulit para mabilisang pagsagot mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr. Everything - linya nya ang "sagutin mo lang ako, ibibigay ko sayo lahat, lahat ng magustuhan mo. kahit ang pa buwan o kaya mundo."tanga kana pag nagpauto ka. dahil pag sinagot mo na yan, makakalimutan na nya ang linyang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mr. Stalker - eto yung type ng manliligaw na pag nagkahiwalay kayo e sisimulan ka sa tanong na "kumain ka na ba?" pagkasagot mo susundan pa nya ulit ng tanong "nasan ka ngayon?" "sinong kasama mo?" "anong ginagawa mo?" at kung anu-ano pa. basta tungkol sa daily activities mo kelangan malaman nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr. Take it or Leave It - pag binasted mo ang ganitong type ng manliligaw, asahan mo bukas may nililigawan na sya ulit. at heto pa, hinding hindi ka na nya papansinin. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr. Salesman - dadaanin ka sa matatamis na salita. parang si Mr. Everything din kaya lang sya mas matindi mang-uto. yun bang tipong.."ang ganda ganda talaga ng mga mata mo.." o kaya "ang kinis kinis mo" o kaya "ang lambot ng mga kamay mo" at iba pang pang-uuto mapasagot ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mr. Good Dog - eto ang nakakatuwang manliligaw. kase payag syang magpaalipin. tagabitbit ng bag mo o kahit ng mga kaibigan mo. kahit magmuka syang buntot sa tuwing may gala kayo ng mga barkada mo. napapakitang gilas kungbaga. pero pag sinagot mo na, for sure gaganti yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mr. Anonymous - motto nya ang "action speaks louder than voice". wala kang kaalam-alam, nanliligaw na pala. kaya pala ang bait-bait sayo. eh akala mo mabait lang talaga. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mr. Second Chance - sya ang pinakamasugid mong manliligaw. kahit 100 tayms mong sabihing ayaw mo sa kanya at wala na syang pag-asa ang sasabihin nya parin "Please give me a second chance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mr. Romantiko - jologs ang mga paraan nya sa panliligaw. manghaharana, pakikisamahan mga barkada mo, liligawan parents mo at laging may dalang flowers and chocolates tuwing dadalaw. pero madalas nakakapagpakilig sya ng nililigawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS: lam nio n b kung alin keo jan?&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS: Which do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8543966753394247575?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8543966753394247575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8543966753394247575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8543966753394247575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8543966753394247575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/manliligaw.html' title='10 Types of Manliligaw'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-9089678826035672580</id><published>2007-02-14T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:14:30.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetest boy ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Girl: i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: yeah i know everyone does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: yeah... everyone of my friends that are girls tell me that everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: oh... but am i only your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: no... youre my girlfriend... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: so when i say i love you i really do mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: yeah i know you do mean it... its just that you dont need to tell me that you love me anymore coz i know you love me since the day we been together and i love you more each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: so wanna go somewhere tonight for our 7th anniv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: yeah... where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: i dont know... maybe movie then dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: i'll pick you up after i get off and get ready ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: ok. what time do you get off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: in 2 hours and then i gotta go home and yeah get ready which takes about 15-20 mintues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: aye... i thought you didnt have work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: one of my co-workers called in sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: oh okay! so ill see you around 7:30 then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: yeah! and babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: ok my manager is like looking at me so yeah.... i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy drives to his girlfriend's house and walks up to the door and rings bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: hey! (gives a kiss to her boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: wassup... you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: um... wait... let me get my bag and we can go ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both watched a movie and ate dinner.... once they were done eating they head back to the car but before she got into the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: wait! can i blind fold you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: why??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: it's a suprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: what kind of suprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: a big one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: okay but only if you promise me that you will hold my hand while we're driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: ok blind fold me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they drove off........... and then they stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: ok we're here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: wait let me walk you to the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: what place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: somewhere! (and gives a kiss to her on the lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: babe!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy walks her to the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: ok.... let me take the blind fold off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he takes it off her and she opens her eyes and sees the view of the city and at that same spot... thats where he first asked her to be his Girlfriend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: omg.... (tears come down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: this is where you first asked me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: what are you doing the rest of your life? (he asked on his knees and after he says that...behind him... in the air it says "will you marry me?" in fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: (tears come down faster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: i wasnt at work when you called me... i was planning this whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: (kisses him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boy: is that a yes or a no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girl: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-9089678826035672580?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/9089678826035672580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=9089678826035672580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/9089678826035672580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/9089678826035672580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweetest-boy-ever.html' title='sweetest boy ever'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-2165945884005974901</id><published>2007-02-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:19:41.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daniel and Jasmine are sitting alone in the park one night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so... All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left in this world without any special person in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yup I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: i'll be your girlfriend for 30 days and you will be my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan in fact i don't have anything to do for the following weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watch their first movie and they both touched in a romantic film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach and had a picnic...Daniel and Jasmine had their quality time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they rode on a Horror House....Jasmine was scared and she touched Daniel's hand but she touched someone else's hand and they both laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said: "My darlings, Please don't waste the time of your life... spend the rest of your time together happily" Then tears flow out from the teller's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor...Jasmine mumbled something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat on the bus and because of a bumby road Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:37pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Daniel sat in the park where they first decided to play this game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine...Do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Apple Juice that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20mins later... a stranger approached Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Why yes? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel and he is critical in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We found this in daniel's pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine reads the letter and it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, This past few days, i realized you are a really cute girl and i am really falling for you..Your cherished smile.. you were everything when we played this game..... Before this game would end...I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life.... I love you Jasmine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine crumples the paper and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel ! i don't want you to die... I love you...Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something... I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don't leave me Daniel.... I love you! You cannot do this to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved ones and show them how you feel before it is too late... You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace... If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion and love to your loved ones? Today is the day.... Love them while they are still here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-2165945884005974901?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/2165945884005974901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=2165945884005974901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2165945884005974901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2165945884005974901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/sad-story.html' title='sad story'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6577144678233635919</id><published>2007-02-12T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:28:14.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a kiss(&amp;some other stuff) means</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Kiss on the belly----"lets have sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Forehead ----"Forever you will be mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Ear ---"I'm horny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Cheek ---"I adore you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Hand ---"We're Friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Neck ---"I want you so bad it's not even funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Shoulder ---"We belong together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss on the Lips ---"I love you" OR "I want you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holding Hands ---"We can learn to love each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A wink ---"Let's get it on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Playing with the Ear ---"I can't live without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holding on tight ---"Won't let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looking into each other's Eyes ---"Don't let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Playing with Hair on Head ---"I'm crazy about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arms around the Waist ---"I love you too much to let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing while Kissing ---"I am completely comfortable with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Advice--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If your kissing someone, close your eyes. It's not nice to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you're definitely in Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6577144678233635919?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6577144678233635919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6577144678233635919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6577144678233635919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6577144678233635919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-kiss-other-stuff-means.html' title='what a kiss(&amp;some other stuff) means'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-5966580076080247808</id><published>2007-02-11T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:22:08.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHEN i RUN AWAY FROM U - FOLLOW ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i POUT MY LiPS - KiSS ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i KiCK - HUG ME TiGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i CALL U CRAZY - iM CRAZY ABOUT U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i AM SiLENT - iM THiNKiNG OF HOW TO SAY i LOVE U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i iGNORE U - i WANT ALL UR ATTENTiON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i PULL AWAY - GRAB ME BY THE WAiST &amp; TELL ME U'LL NEVER LET ME GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN U SEE ME AT MY WORST - TELL ME iM BEAUTiFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i SCREAM AT U - TELL ME U LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN U SEE ME WALKiNG - SNEAK UP BEHiND ME, &amp;amp; REST UR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iF I DONT CALL U - iM WAiTiNG BY THE PHONE FOR UR CALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN iM SCARED - HOLD ME BY THE WAiST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN i LOOK LiKE SOMETHiNGS THE MATTER - KiSS ME &amp;amp; TELL ME EVERYTHiNG WiLL BE ALRiGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHiLE i HOLD UR HANDS - PLAY WiTH MY FiNGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-5966580076080247808?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/5966580076080247808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=5966580076080247808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5966580076080247808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/5966580076080247808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/girl-language.html' title='Girl Language'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-669793524387105627</id><published>2007-02-10T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:23:21.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys read this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1-touch her waist&lt;br /&gt;2-talk to her&lt;br /&gt;3-share secrets&lt;br /&gt;4-give her your jacket&lt;br /&gt;5-kiss her slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you remembering this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-hug her&lt;br /&gt;7-hold her&lt;br /&gt;8-laugh with her&lt;br /&gt;9-invite her somewhere&lt;br /&gt;10-let her be with you when you're with your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-smile with her&lt;br /&gt;12-take pics with her&lt;br /&gt;13-pull her onto your lap&lt;br /&gt;14-when she says she loves you more, deny it. fight back&lt;br /&gt;15-when her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. it makes her feel loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking about someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-always hug her and say i love you when you see her&lt;br /&gt;17-kiss her unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;18-***HUG HER FROM BEHIND AROUND THEWAIST!!!***&lt;br /&gt;19-tell her she's beautiful not sexy!&lt;br /&gt;20-tell her the way you feel about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-u need to show her you mean it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-kiss her on the lips&lt;br /&gt;22-DON'T ask her to buy you stuff. you buy HER stuff&lt;br /&gt;23-TELL HER WHAT FEELS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;24-make her feel loved&lt;br /&gt;25-buy her stuff. small things can still help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes her feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-DON'T LIE TO HER.&lt;br /&gt;27-DON'T CHEAT ON HER.&lt;br /&gt;28-take her anywhere she wants&lt;br /&gt;29-text her a message or call her in the morning and tell her to have a good day at school, and how much you miss her&lt;br /&gt;30-be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp;even when she doesn't need you, just be there so she'll know that she can always count on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you still reading this? you better be, it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold and she can hold you too.&lt;br /&gt;32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the tip of her nose; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss them).&lt;br /&gt;34. While in the movie, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If she's upset, comfort her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember this next time you are with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart. Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.&lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.&lt;br /&gt;40. When you hug her hold her in your arms as long as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;br /&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night&lt;br /&gt;44. Dedicate a song to her.&lt;br /&gt;45. Always Remind her how much you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know when she needs just a lil more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-669793524387105627?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/669793524387105627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=669793524387105627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/669793524387105627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/669793524387105627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/guys-read-this.html' title='guys read this.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1597782837076614529</id><published>2007-02-09T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:28:24.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fairy tales and secret desires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1597782837076614529?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1597782837076614529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1597782837076614529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1597782837076614529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1597782837076614529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-fairy-tales-and-secret-desires.html' title='Of fairy tales and secret desires.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-2303398953003502936</id><published>2007-02-08T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:31:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>44 Things A Girl Will Die For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share secrets.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give her your jacket.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;br /&gt;9. Invite her places.&lt;br /&gt;10. Let her be with you when you're with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;br /&gt;12. Take pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.&lt;br /&gt;15. When her friends say they love her more than you, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. It makes her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;16. Always hug her and say you love her when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hug her from behind around her waist.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell her she is beautiful, not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kiss her on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't ask her to buy you stuff. You buy her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;23. Tell her what feels good.&lt;br /&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;25. Buy her stuff. Even small things count.&lt;br /&gt;26. Don't LIE to her.&lt;br /&gt;27. DON'T CHEAT ON HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. Take her anywhere she wants.&lt;br /&gt;29. Message her in the morning and tell her to have a good day at school/work and how much you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, and even though she doesn't need you be there so she'll know that she can always count on you.&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold you too.&lt;br /&gt;32. When you are alone, hold her close and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the tip of her nose, it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;34. While at the movies, put your arm around her. She will then automatically put her head on your shoulder. Then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;35. When she complains that her neck/shoulder hurts, massage it for her.&lt;br /&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart. Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.&lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other, grab her hand.&lt;br /&gt;40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;41. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;br /&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night.&lt;br /&gt;44. Always remind her how much you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-2303398953003502936?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/2303398953003502936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=2303398953003502936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2303398953003502936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/2303398953003502936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/44-things-girl-will-die-for.html' title='44 Things A Girl Will Die For'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-7510561581043292383</id><published>2007-02-07T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T14:33:59.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pick-up lines (not to be used please.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Minamalat na naman ang puso ko..&lt;br /&gt;*** paano kasi, laging sinisigaw ang&lt;br /&gt;pangalan mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ikaw ba may-ari ng Crayola??&lt;br /&gt;*** ikaw kasi nagbibigay ng kulay sa&lt;br /&gt;buhay ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Uy picture tayo!!&lt;br /&gt;*** para ma-develop tayo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung ikaw ay bola at ako ang&lt;br /&gt;player, mashushoot ba kita??&lt;br /&gt;*** hinde, para lagi kita mamimiss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can i take your picture??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz i want to show Santa exactly&lt;br /&gt;what i want for christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Exam ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** gustong gusto na kasi kitang i-&lt;br /&gt;take home eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lecture mo ba ako??&lt;br /&gt;*** lab kasi kita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Centrum ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi you make my life complete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss pwede ba kita maging driver??&lt;br /&gt;*** para ikaw na magpapatakbo ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mahilig ka ba sa asukal??&lt;br /&gt;*** ang tamis kasi ng mga ngiti mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi type kita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate to say this but... You are&lt;br /&gt;like my underwear..&lt;br /&gt;*** coz i can't last a day without&lt;br /&gt;you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ibibili kita ng salbabida..&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar??&lt;br /&gt;*** single kasi ako eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Me lisensya ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz you're driving me crazy eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng&lt;br /&gt;relo??&lt;br /&gt;*** may sira ata relo ko.. pag ikaw&lt;br /&gt;kasi kasama ko, humihinto ang oras ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Grabe nakakatawa yung mga pick-up&lt;br /&gt;lines noh?? hahaha! May alam ka pa&lt;br /&gt;bang iba?? Wala na akong maisip eh..&lt;br /&gt;*** coz all i ever think of is you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm a bee..&lt;br /&gt;*** can you be my honey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nakakatakot diba ang multo??&lt;br /&gt;*** pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala&lt;br /&gt;ka sa buhay ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Am i a bad shooter??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz i keep on missing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. May lahi ka bang aswang??&lt;br /&gt;*** ang pangit mo kasi eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first&lt;br /&gt;sight??&lt;br /&gt;*** O gusto mong dumaan ulit ako??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzle&lt;br /&gt;noh??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw&lt;br /&gt;ko, pero nabuo mo na agad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Excuse me.. Are you a dictionary??&lt;br /&gt;*** because you give meaning to my&lt;br /&gt;life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Bangin ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** nahuhulog kasi ako sa'yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pustiso ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi, can't smile without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Pagod na pagod ka na noh??&lt;br /&gt;*** maghapon at magdamag kana kasing&lt;br /&gt;tumatakbo sa isipan ko eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Me butas ba puso mo??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi natrap na ako sa loob, can't&lt;br /&gt;find my way out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Anung height mo??&lt;br /&gt;*** ha?? pano ka nagkasya sa loob ng&lt;br /&gt;puso ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Hey, did you fart??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz you blew me away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sana "T" na lang ako..&lt;br /&gt;*** para i'm always right next to "U"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you Jamaican??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi Ja-maican me crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Nde tayo tao..Nde tayo hayop.&lt;br /&gt;***BAGAY tayo.BAGAY tlga tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ako ay isang exam.&lt;br /&gt;***kaya sagutin mo na ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-7510561581043292383?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/7510561581043292383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=7510561581043292383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7510561581043292383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/7510561581043292383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/pick-up-lines-not-to-be-used-please.html' title='pick-up lines (not to be used please.)'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-8829662472922025345</id><published>2007-02-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:31:36.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Each Other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying Below the Stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--HOW GIRLS FLIRT --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She makes eye contact and smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;2. She hits you softly on the arm and laughs when you say something funny.&lt;br /&gt;3. She flips her hair when she's talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. She touches your arm when she talks to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. She says, "No, I'm not telling you who I like!" with a big smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;6. She asks you who you like or who you would go out with seemingly interested.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you go to the movies with a bunch of your friends and she is almost always next to you.&lt;br /&gt;8. She criticizes you on a girl you like.&lt;br /&gt;9. You catch her staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;10. She plays with your hair or tries to put make up on you.&lt;br /&gt;11. Her friends outside of school and in school know about you, and says she talks about you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;12. She knows your phone number and address.&lt;br /&gt;13. She will try and talk, and spend time with you as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*HOW GUYS FLIRT*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He stares at you alot.&lt;br /&gt;2. He hits you alot. (just play hitting )&lt;br /&gt;3. He uses the first thing that pops into his head to start a converstaion with you&lt;br /&gt;4. He yelled, "Hi!", to your mom that day she picked you up from school.&lt;br /&gt;5. He blew off his buds to go see "Brown Sugar" with you cuz you couldn't get another girl pal to go and didn't want to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;6. He tries to make you laugh anyway even if he gets hurt in the process&lt;br /&gt;7. His voice gets softer ("Hey, you") when ever you two talk.&lt;br /&gt;8. You hung up on him. He called you back.&lt;br /&gt;9. You where invited by him to a group outing.&lt;br /&gt;10. He called you to talk about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;11. He imitates your laugh. OK, you do snort sometimes. Which makes you laugh even harder...&lt;br /&gt;12. He remembers little things you mention in casual conversation&lt;br /&gt;13. He sometimes stares straight into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;14. He uses every possible way to touch you (your hair, face, butt, thighs, ect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-8829662472922025345?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/8829662472922025345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=8829662472922025345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8829662472922025345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/8829662472922025345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/flirting-tips.html' title='Flirting Tips'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6567143487669704196</id><published>2007-02-05T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:16:53.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if a girl cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl won't cry easily, except in front of the person&lt;br /&gt;whom she loves the most, she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;A girl won't cry easily, only when she loves u&lt;br /&gt;the most, she puts down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cries bcoz of u, please hold her hands firmly,&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who would stay with u for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;if a girl cries bcoz of u, please don`t give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of your decision, u ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right infront of u,&lt;br /&gt;When she cries b’coz of you, Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can u see and feel the pain and hurt she's feeling? Think.&lt;br /&gt;Which other girls have cried with pure sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;In front of u, And bcoz of u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries not bcoz she wants sympathy or pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries, Because crying silently is no longer possible,&lt;br /&gt;the pain, hurt, and agony have become too big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to u, And all because of u,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to look back on what u have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only u will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it, Coz one day, It may be too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say "im sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Don`t do this to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;U may regret it for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in your life,&lt;br /&gt;she's the only one that loves YOU the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6567143487669704196?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6567143487669704196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6567143487669704196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6567143487669704196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6567143487669704196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-girl-cries.html' title='if a girl cries'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6008359276078172347</id><published>2007-02-04T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:34:59.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl: Do i ever cross your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Would you cry if I left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Would you live for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Would you do anything for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Choose--me or your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I don't want you is because I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6008359276078172347?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6008359276078172347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6008359276078172347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6008359276078172347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6008359276078172347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/girl-do-i-ever-cross-your-mind-boy-no.html' title='sweet.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-507014237735086017</id><published>2007-02-03T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:30:11.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell her u love her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10th grade&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that.And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her.She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Grade&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Grade&lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time,thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is gettin married,now. I watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek.I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend." At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me…i wish I did too…i thought to myself, and I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-507014237735086017?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/507014237735086017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=507014237735086017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/507014237735086017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/507014237735086017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-her-u-love-her.html' title='tell her u love her'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-1456138289595637885</id><published>2007-02-02T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:36:53.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you;  Not only for what you are&lt;br /&gt;But for what I am;  When I am with you&lt;br /&gt;    I love you;  Not only for what&lt;br /&gt;    You have made of yourself&lt;br /&gt;    But for what;   You are making of me&lt;br /&gt;I love you;  For the part of me&lt;br /&gt;That you bring out&lt;br /&gt;    I love you;  For putting your hand&lt;br /&gt;    Into my heaped-up heart&lt;br /&gt;    And passing over&lt;br /&gt;    All the foolish, weak things&lt;br /&gt;    That you can't help;  Dimly seeing there&lt;br /&gt;    And for drawing out;  Into the light&lt;br /&gt;    All the beautiful belongings&lt;br /&gt;    That no one else had looked&lt;br /&gt;    Quite far enough to find&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you;  Are helping me to make&lt;br /&gt;Of the lumber of my life;  Not a tavern&lt;br /&gt;But a temple;  Out of works;  Of my every day&lt;br /&gt;Not a reproach;  But a song&lt;br /&gt;    I love you;  Because you have done&lt;br /&gt;    More than any creed;  Could have done&lt;br /&gt;    To make me good;  And more than any fate&lt;br /&gt;    Could have done;  To make me happy&lt;br /&gt;You have done it;  Without a touch&lt;br /&gt;Without a word;  Without a sign&lt;br /&gt;    You have done it;  By being yourself&lt;br /&gt;    Perhaps that is what;  Being a friend means&lt;br /&gt;    After all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Roy Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-1456138289595637885?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/1456138289595637885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=1456138289595637885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1456138289595637885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/1456138289595637885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-4907517671285892144</id><published>2007-02-01T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:50:18.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some truth about girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship's over.)&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare ok?&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in any way.&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;16. If a girl says she can't go out with you because she has to study, leave.&lt;br /&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you,stay.&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;19. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll wonder why she never noticed him before.&lt;br /&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first check who is standing next to her crush before actually looking at herself.&lt;br /&gt;23. A girl's ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls love having fun!&lt;br /&gt;25. A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day.&lt;br /&gt;26. A girl's best friends usually know best what she is feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend.&lt;br /&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-4907517671285892144?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/4907517671285892144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=4907517671285892144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4907517671285892144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/4907517671285892144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-truth-about-girls.html' title='some truth about girls'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13889043.post-6442399887937877252</id><published>2007-01-31T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:51:33.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on loving the wrong person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let our scars fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="affliction_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         -- Galway Kinnell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="affliction_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're all seeking that special person who is          right for us. But if you've been through enough relationships, you begin          to suspect there's no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why          is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out          partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of          living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn't until you finally          run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems -- the ones          that make you truly who you are -- that we're ready to find a lifelong mate.          Only then do you finally know what you're looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're looking          for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;the right wrong person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--someone          you lovingly gaze upon and think,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is the problem I want to have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="affliction_mantra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will find that special person who is wrong          for me in just the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.dailyafflictions.com/affliction3.html"&gt;Daily Afflictions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13889043-6442399887937877252?l=lovehurtshard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/feeds/6442399887937877252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13889043&amp;postID=6442399887937877252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6442399887937877252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13889043/posts/default/6442399887937877252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurtshard.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-loving-wrong-person.html' title='on loving the wrong person'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
