<?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-4580824983001911654</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:37:53.079-07:00</updated><category term='INAUGURATION'/><category term='CANCER'/><category term='NOYNOY AQUINO'/><category term='BINAY'/><category term='SYMPTOMS'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='bestfriend'/><category term='high school'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='NOYBI'/><category term='TRADITIONAL POLITICIAN'/><category term='johnrove'/><category term='myths'/><category term='tiramizu'/><category term='sad love story'/><category term='POLITICIANS'/><title type='text'>tiramizu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tiramizu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14365334181692232292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15AbZEI6OrY/TWiiZjtx94I/AAAAAAAAACA/WwjaK5l6Lys/s220/SAM_0725.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580824983001911654.post-7777697655406353666</id><published>2010-06-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:03:33.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CANCER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYMPTOMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BINAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOYBI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOYNOY AQUINO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRADITIONAL POLITICIAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLITICIANS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INAUGURATION'/><title type='text'>June 30, 2010 – AN INAUGURATION FOR LITTLE BROWN AMERICANS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVHHGPCUrc/TCo1Xmr-6TI/AAAAAAAAABo/Rv0LMs7WtaE/s1600/600ap_noynoyaquino4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Later is the inaugural ceremony for the newly elected leaders of the country. It is of course a non-working day, but I think it’s not in our company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE, little brown Americans have our NEWLY Elected Leaders who are NOT NEW in Government Service. I’ll go straight with my agenda here. CORRUPTION is a CONTAGIOUS DISEASE in our country. This DISEASE goes with the same face and bloodline of our LEADERS. CORRUPTION IS LIKE A CANCER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAIT…, cancer patients do everything to be cured. They undergo sophisticated and advanced cure/treatment. They even go to “ALBULARYO”, visits miraculous church and places. THESE ONLY IMPLY THAT EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE A CANCER, THEY STILL HAVE A FAITH THAT THEY CAN BE CURED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now that we are under a NEW ADMINISTRATION (is it really new?). We shouldn’t loose hope that gradually and eventually we can be healed in this disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;LASTLY, TO THE NEW SET OF OUR SERVANT LEADERS, we hope you don’t have/experienced the following symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN ADHERENT OF UNCLE SAM WHO HELPED US MADE OUR      HOME-MADE HEROES, THUS CONTROLLING US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN ENTHUSIAST FRIEND OF LOPEZES AND MBC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS… IF SYMPTOMS PERSIST NEVER CONSULT TO YOUR ADVISERS!&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/4580824983001911654-7777697655406353666?l=dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/feeds/7777697655406353666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-30-2010-inauguration-for-little.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default/7777697655406353666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default/7777697655406353666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-30-2010-inauguration-for-little.html' title='June 30, 2010 – AN INAUGURATION FOR LITTLE BROWN AMERICANS!'/><author><name>tiramizu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14365334181692232292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15AbZEI6OrY/TWiiZjtx94I/AAAAAAAAACA/WwjaK5l6Lys/s220/SAM_0725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejVHHGPCUrc/TCo1Xmr-6TI/AAAAAAAAABo/Rv0LMs7WtaE/s72-c/600ap_noynoyaquino4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580824983001911654.post-919104917213604372</id><published>2009-01-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:18:46.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Interesting E-mail</title><content type='html'>When You FALL IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;(Debunking the Myths That Are Driving You Crazy)&lt;br /&gt;By: Bo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article isn't for teenagers only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love happens to the young and the not-so-young. (Did you&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;42-year-old Tom Cruise jump up and down Oprah's couch because of&lt;br /&gt;Katie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to everyone. Fat, thin, tall, short, intelligent,&lt;br /&gt;uneducated,&lt;br /&gt;holy, not so holy, dark, white, yellow, green... it doesn't really&lt;br /&gt;matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us fall in love. And we get stuck in myths that drive us&lt;br /&gt;absolutely crazy. My goal is to debunk these myths and convince you not&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;believe in them.  Let's begin....... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH 1:  LOVE WILL CONQUER ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a tricky myth. Because love ----- as defined by the Bible&lt;br /&gt;------ will conquer all. But love ------ as defined by glazed-eyed&lt;br /&gt;lovers&lt;br /&gt;----- will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in this myth, you might  do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You overlook major obstacles in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you know is wondering why you chose that creature from outer&lt;br /&gt;space as your boyfriend. Your bestfriends are telling you to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;him. Your family is telling you to throw him out of a running vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Aling Rosa of the sari-sari store across the street is telling you to&lt;br /&gt;lace&lt;br /&gt;his drink with poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't --------- because you're in love. That's why there are&lt;br /&gt;songs entitled, "you and me against the world"   Your bestbuds comment,&lt;br /&gt;'but he's been jobless for the past three years!"  And you say, "He's&lt;br /&gt;free-spirited. He feels boxed in when he's in the office. '(in other&lt;br /&gt;words,&lt;br /&gt;he's undisciplined, lazy bum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your officemates say, 'He flirts with other women constantly!' and&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;say, 'No, he's just friendly.' (in other words, he's a pervert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cousins say, 'He's taking drugs,  He's got needle marks all over&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;arm. And you say, 'No, he's into cross stitching.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You overstay in toxic relationships, believing that your love will&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding doesn't transform anyone.  Even if three Popes officiate&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;wedding.  The person you'll march with into the church will be the same&lt;br /&gt;person you'll march with out of the church. He doesn't change one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the marriage makes the hidden more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;If he was selfish before he got married, he will be even more selfish&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;the wedding. If he was hypercritical before he got married, he'll even&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;more vile and prolific with his criticisms after wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the truth : You need more than feelings of love to make a&lt;br /&gt;relationship work. You need mature character, total commitment and a&lt;br /&gt;minimum level of compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially compatibility in the area of values and mission  in life. I&lt;br /&gt;hear people say, 'We're compatible. Our names begin with the same&lt;br /&gt;letter J.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Julie and his name is Julio. We're both born in July."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That's so deep, I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH 2 :  WHEN IT"S TRUE LOVE YOU WILL KNOW THE MOMENT YOU MEET THE&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;PERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've had this experience before.&lt;br /&gt;You are in a crowded room. You're surrounded by boring, noisy chatter&lt;br /&gt;when,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, this gorgeous guy enters the door. Your eyes meet.&lt;br /&gt;Instantly,&lt;br /&gt;time stands still. The universe grinds to a halt. Except for this&lt;br /&gt;attractive man in front of you, everything in your vision becomes a&lt;br /&gt;giant&lt;br /&gt;blur. The hubbub of the crowd becomes a soft muffle and, from out of&lt;br /&gt;nowhere, you here gentle violin music from the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, he's your boyfriend.   A few weeks later, you&lt;br /&gt;discover&lt;br /&gt;that your boyfriend's a pathological liar, buried in credit  card debt,&lt;br /&gt;borrows money from all his girlfriends (you're his eight in six&lt;br /&gt;months).&lt;br /&gt;Your mind says, 'Dump him' Your heart says, 'But it was love at first&lt;br /&gt;sight!'  Here are the consequences ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become so focused on the magical first moment, you become blind to&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;dark side of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six out of seven days, you're fighting with your boyfriend. But you&lt;br /&gt;can't&lt;br /&gt;give him up because you met each other in such a magical moment. Your&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;keys fell and he picked it up, and then your eyes met, you smelled his&lt;br /&gt;deodorant, and you dropped your keys again ......How can you not be&lt;br /&gt;meant&lt;br /&gt;for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become a love-at-first- sight junkie that you could miss out on the&lt;br /&gt;'real thing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One intelligent woman told me, 'Bo, there's this guy who's courting&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;He's okay. He's kind, he's responsible, he has a good job.......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could hear a 'but' coming ," I  said.&lt;br /&gt;'but there are no sparks!" she bit her lip.&lt;br /&gt;"No violin music playing in the background huh?none. When I see him,&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;background music I hear is lululalu-lalulalula lei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. You don't need a magical first moment to meet our potential&lt;br /&gt;husband. The important things are mature character, financial&lt;br /&gt;responsibility, ability for commitment, compatible mission and&lt;br /&gt;values..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually met this girl again on her wedding, and before she marched&lt;br /&gt;down the aisle, she whispered to me, "Do you hear the violin music, Bo?&lt;br /&gt;It's loud and clear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, marriages with the least adjustments are those between friends&lt;br /&gt;who've known each other for years before they realize that they're good&lt;br /&gt;marriage material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love at first sight? Many times, it's lust at first sight. Or&lt;br /&gt;infatuation at first sight. Don't give it too much  weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the truth: it takes a moment to experience infatuation but&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;love takes a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH 3 : IF IT IS TRUE LOVE YOU WILL FEEL THIS WAY FOR EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you won't. Here are the consequences for believing this myth :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You panic when the feelings wane, and wonder whether the marriage is&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;and whether you really loved one another in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the night of your honeymoon. Your new bride is sleeping. The&lt;br /&gt;cotton curtains are gently swaying in the cool breeze. You gaze at her&lt;br /&gt;lovely face. You study her soft cheeks. Her long eyelashes. Her&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;nose, her parted red lips. And all of a sudden, she snores.&lt;br /&gt;"Ngggggggooork"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react? Because it's your honeymoon, you say, 'How cute.'&lt;br /&gt;Six&lt;br /&gt;months down the road, the same scene transpires. Your wife is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;the same cotton curtains are gently swaying in  the cool breeze. And you&lt;br /&gt;hear her snore. "Ngggggoork. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ssssssheeeesh, Honey! You sound like a boat!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened? The feelings have gone. Let me say this:That's&lt;br /&gt;normal.&lt;br /&gt;It happens to everyone. But it doesn't mean your love is gone so don't&lt;br /&gt;panic! You can make a decision to love the snoring boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start blaming your partner for the loss of love&lt;br /&gt;This is nutty.&lt;br /&gt;But many people do it: when we don't feel in love, we think it's the&lt;br /&gt;fault&lt;br /&gt;of the other person. And so we fight him.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we fall out of love because we're human beings.&lt;br /&gt;It's nobody's fault.&lt;br /&gt;The moment you fall out of love, the real work begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most important point I'm going to make. (I got this from&lt;br /&gt;Scott Peck in his bestseller book, The Road Less traveled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why. When you fall in  love.....&lt;br /&gt;a.       No decision is required. Falling in love just happens.&lt;br /&gt;b.      No effort is required. Falling in love is like.... Well,&lt;br /&gt;falling.&lt;br /&gt;c.       No hard work is required. Falling in love is being bitten by&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;love bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, true love requires all three : Decision, effort and&lt;br /&gt;lots&lt;br /&gt;of hard work. In the Bible, love is a command. You make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure true love can only happen after you've fallen out of love.&lt;br /&gt;When you begin choosing to love, even if you don't feel like doing it&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;that's true love. And that's the foundation of a lasting marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH 4: YOUR PARTNER WILL FULFILL YOU COMPLETELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again because falling in love satisfied you completely ----- you want&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;same satisfaction to last. No it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequence? You might fail to recognize a good  relationship because&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;partner isn't fulfilling the needs you should be fulfilling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the truth: the right partner will fulfill many of your needs&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;not all of them . There are just some things your husband can't give&lt;br /&gt;you:&lt;br /&gt;you're self-worth. Your spirituality. Your inner happiness. These are&lt;br /&gt;things you have to work on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met lots of people who think they're dissatisfied with their&lt;br /&gt;marriage. In reality, they're dissatisfied with themselves. I've met&lt;br /&gt;lots&lt;br /&gt;of people who think they're bored with their marriages. And they&lt;br /&gt;complain&lt;br /&gt;to the high heavens how boring their husband or wife is ---- when in&lt;br /&gt;truth,&lt;br /&gt;they're really bored with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet your own needs. Find your happiness in God. Find your niche,&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;calling, your destiny. And then share your joy with your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH 5 : IF IT'S TRUE LOVE YOU WON"T BE ATTRACTED TO ANYONE  ELSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in this myth, you panic when you get attracted to&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;else, questioning the authenticity of your love for your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man told me, 'Bo, I love my wife. Or I thought I did. But then I&lt;br /&gt;met&lt;br /&gt;this woman at work. She has nice make-up. She smells nice. She wears a&lt;br /&gt;pencil-cut skirt. When I go home, my wife is wearing a drab rag. Her&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;is undone. She smells of vinegar. Gosh I am attracted to this girl at&lt;br /&gt;work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being attracted to someone is normal ----- even if you have a happy&lt;br /&gt;marriage. But being attracted doesn't mean falling into adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you think of the other woman, discipline your heart and&lt;br /&gt;say,&lt;br /&gt;'Home, boy, Home!' and escort your heart back to your wife. Because if&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;feed your attraction with fantasies and constantly think about the&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;woman, it grows. But if you starve your attraction, it dies a  natural&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggers.com/johnrove"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggers.com/u/2259/p/img_01.png" title="Tiramizu - Find me on Bloggers.com" alt="Tiramizu - Find me on Bloggers.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580824983001911654-919104917213604372?l=dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/feeds/919104917213604372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/2009/01/interesting-e-mails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default/919104917213604372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default/919104917213604372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/2009/01/interesting-e-mails.html' title='Interesting E-mail'/><author><name>tiramizu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14365334181692232292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15AbZEI6OrY/TWiiZjtx94I/AAAAAAAAACA/WwjaK5l6Lys/s220/SAM_0725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580824983001911654.post-2335232630652573771</id><published>2008-12-15T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:20:06.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiramizu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnrove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad love story'/><title type='text'>A Must To Read Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;This a great love story which proves how powerful love is yet people still try to control what they really feel... It’s ok to be afraid to love but don’t be afraid ok? Pass it to the friend you love, pass it TODAY, not next day or next week, tomorrow may be too late... Let them know that you love them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;As I sat there on our English class, I stared at the girl next to me; I used to call that girl &lt;b style=""&gt;'bestfriend'&lt;/b&gt;. I stare at her long silky hair as it bounces on her seat and wishes she was mine...but she didn’t notice me like that.... after the class. She walked after me... she borrowed notes she had missed d day b4, I handled them to her... and she said 'THANKS and give me a kiss on the CHEEKS...' &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;Sophomore years...., my phone rang... on the other hand... it was her.... she was mumbling and crying because her love that left her.... she asked me to come into their house and I did... in their house I sat on the sofa next to her... I stared at her dazzling eyes and wished she was mine… but she didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. After two bags of popcorns and one Drew Barrymore’s movie, I decided to go home.... before I leave... she come up to me and said... "THANKS for the care and comfort... and gave me a kiss on d cheeks..." &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;Junior years... it was our PROM night the next day.... at the locker she come up to me and said... " Ei, I have no date tom.... could you be my date?", since I have no date too and we have an promise during sophomore years that if anyone of us have no date then we’ll be the partner of each other… During the prom night, as I dance with her, I stare at her soft, red lips… and wished she was mine… but she didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. After the prom, I accompany her home… before she enter&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the gate she hugged and kissed me on the cheeks, and said “I have a great night” and enter their house. &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;It was graduation day… I stare at the girl, who used to be my &lt;b style=""&gt;‘bestfriend’, &lt;/b&gt;I watch her as her perfect body float in the stage to receive her diploma. How I wish she was mine but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After the graduation, she ran up to me… hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheeks as she said, “Thanks for being my real bestfriend” and she was gone. &lt;i style=""&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;Years passed, months and days come like an autumn leaves… that time I sat on the pew of the church. That girl, who used to my ‘bestfriend’&lt;b style=""&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;is now getting married – to another man. I watch her as she exchange vow to her groom. Before she leave the church, she run up to me and hugged me tightly, “I’m glad you came” and gave me a kiss on the cheeks and she moved into her new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;Now, I’m standing on the coffin of that girl, who used to be my &lt;b style=""&gt;‘bestfriend’. &lt;/b&gt;I watched her coffin being buried as the priest read the diaries of that girl written during her high school life. This is what is written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;“I stare at the boy who used to be my bestfriend. How I wish he was mine, but he didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why? How I wish he would tell me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;I wish I did it… I told to myself and I cried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john_rove@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggers.com/johnrove"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggers.com/u/2259/p/img_01.png" title="Tiramizu - Find me on Bloggers.com" alt="Tiramizu - Find me on Bloggers.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580824983001911654-2335232630652573771?l=dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/feeds/2335232630652573771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/2008/12/must-to-read-love-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default/2335232630652573771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580824983001911654/posts/default/2335232630652573771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotaaddictsdoemote.blogspot.com/2008/12/must-to-read-love-story.html' title='A Must To Read Love Story'/><author><name>tiramizu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14365334181692232292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15AbZEI6OrY/TWiiZjtx94I/AAAAAAAAACA/WwjaK5l6Lys/s220/SAM_0725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
