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Ay Ay! Check out my Nohari and Johari windows pala!:)

Click here for my Johari window.
Click here for my Nohari window.

Thanks!:)

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1. Before you accuse a woman of being bitchy, walk a mile in her shoes. Her pointy-toed, high-heeled, impossibly uncomfortable shoes.- I agree!:D

2. One more thing about the shoes: Most of them hurt too much to wear for too long. So, yes, we really do need that many pairs. (And, accordingly, you need us to have them.)- Haha. True true!:D

3. Sometimes we love you way more than we love ourselves.-Yes i do Dan.>:P

4. The smell of sweat is sexy within reason. Nuzzling your neck when you come home from the gym: sexy. Getting trapped in your armpit after you've played eighteen holes in 90 degree heat: not sexy.-I still love you dan!:P

5. Intimacy is the greatest foreplay. It's the twentyfour-hour game.

6. You can never give us too many sincere compliments. To be honest, you can never give too many exaggerated ones, either.

7. Our friends are not your enemies, and our enemies better not be your friends.[--,] no comment.:D

8. Since we let you inside of us, we care a lot about where you've been.

9. It isn't our period that's making us moody; it's you.-Nononono, its PMS! *looks innocent*

10. Knowing that you love us makes us strong.-Awww. Yes it does.:)

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1. If you tell us that playing Halo 2 improves the dexterity of your fingers, you'd better be able to prove it.-Haha.:D 2. We think Porsches are as overrated and superficial as men who drive SUVs but don't know how to shift them into fourwheel drive. 3. Watching football for three hours on a Sunday is sufficiently masculine. Watching football for nine hours is obsessive and weird. 4. When you are dancing with a woman, know how to lead. When you are intimate, know how to touch. 5. Chivalry does not emasculate you or make you our bitch.-MHM!:D 6. Drink milk from a glass and beer from a bottle. (For better beer-drinking tips, observe carefully the sexy two-finger hold used by Jeff Bridges in Against All Odds.) 7. Some of us would very much prefer the little black box from Chrome Hearts rather than the usual blue one from Tiffany's. Translation: Don't underestimate our edge! 8. Grooming you is our biological proclivity. Squeezing, plucking, clipping, trimming—all these activities are ways of showing we love you. Embrace the love.- Hunny. MUST READ.:D 9. If, while driving, you check yourself out in the rearview more than you look at us, we'll never get in another car with you. 10. Laughter and listening: These are the two bridges between your planet and ours. Do both with us often and we'll love you like crazy.-You got this love.:D Love you like crazy.:)

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After doing some meaningless wandering around the Net, I've read something definitely worthy to indulge in. Read:

"... LOVE is when you never forget to mention her name whenever you are in conversation with God. When you call out to God every freaking morning to take care of her and never let anyone hurt her (yet should anyone hurt her, you pray that God may give her the strength to be strong), that's LOVE. When you actually experience pleading to God do something to make her happy, that's gotta be LOVE. When you begin praying more for her to God than for yourself, that's LOVE..."

"LOVE is when you begin to see beneath all those imperfections, big or small, the inner beauty that the person really possesses and accept them as they truly are.You know it's LOVE that you're feeling when you're heart doesn't beat faster anymore whenever you see her. For when you're heart beats faster than normal, you tend not to be normal. You try to be somebody or something you're not. When your heart beats its normal pace, you are yourself. LOVE is when you can be and are yourself in front of her.
LOVE is you never getting tired of her. OVE is wanting to spend the rest of your life with her.LOVE is when can do simply anything for her."

Read more?

Ayun lang. Kinilig lang ako. I love Love.:)

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Birthday post.:D
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Due to alot of happenings, I heve neglected posting here. Still, I have the right to choose when to update, right?:D Haha.

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First of all, since today is my birthday, I would like to say thank you to the best set of friends I've ever had. Though all of you made me cry [yes, all of you, including bert and borja for not being there.:( ], this birthday if one of the most memorable birthday's ever.:) Though you know I hated surprises, all of you did a great job. I'm still expecting the balloons mind you.:D

Thanks for the Tarpaulin with our picture on it.:) Really memorable. But sissie, I still hate your cam, ok? :P Hehe. I love you guys so much.

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Ok. I'm sleepy.XP...zzzzzzz...

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I have been doing some cleaning in the house lately, and I stumbled upon this white box on my drawing table which had my father's name on it. I knew exactly what it was, but for the past years, I never had the courage to open it, and browse its contents. Its my father's commemoration album. In it were pictures of my father, some when he was still alive, but mostly of him in his funeral.

When I was younger, I used to be deathly afraid of corpses. I was the one who found my father dead. Not really realizing that my papa died in his sleep, I laid down beside him and tried to wake him up. After a few more tries, I noticed he wasn't breathing, so it all dawned on me. He was dead.

During his memorial viewings, I never dared to look at him, but there was this instance when I saw him lying there in this beautiful white coffin, looking very peaceful. I freaked out.

As I turned each page of the album, I stumbled upon a picture of my father's "best friend", and my mother's golddigger ex-boyfriend. I felt all my anger come back. He nearly ruined what was left of my family, and just took the cash my dad worked hard for. Then on the next page...

It was a picture of my mother beside my father's coffin. She was smiling as if she hadn't lost her husband. I was there when they took that picture. I remembered feeling very angry. How dare she smile like that.. My father's dead for goodness sakes. I remember my dad asking me to ask mom why doesn't she love him... Maybe she really didn't love him. It breaks my heart for my father loved her with all he's got.

In the next page was me saying my eulogy. I was standing not in front, but in the side, for I didn't want to see my dad. I remember people were crying hard while I was talking. They've always told me I resemble my father in most ways possible. I believe them, and I am so ever thankful for that.

Sitting here, words just flowing from my heart onto the screen, I just couldn't deny it anymore. I'm still not over my father's death. I'm not over as to why my mom was smiling in that picture. I'm not over the fact that when I get married, I won't get to have my dad dance with me in the father-daughter dance. I'm not over them, but I don't want to question as to why it all happened.

I miss my daddy. Its been really hard living without a father. Like when I'm walking in the mall, and I see a little girl holding her father's hand, I couldn't help but tear up, and feel envious. I only had 7 years with him. I don't even remember his own voice. Its sad, but life must go on.

I love you Dad.

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I have been doing some cleaning in the house lately, and I stumbled upon this white box on my drawing table which had my father's name on it. I knew exactly what it was, but for the past years, I never had the courage to open it, and browse its contents. Its my father's commemoration album. In it were pictures of my father, some when he was still alive, but mostly of him in his funeral.

When I was younger, I used to be deathly afraid of corpses. I was the one who found my father dead. Not really realizing that my papa died in his sleep, I laid down beside him and tried to wake him up. After a few more tries, I noticed he wasn't breathing, so it all dawned on me. He was dead.

During his memorial viewings, I never dared to look at him, but there was this instance when I saw him lying there in this beautiful white coffin, looking very peaceful. I freaked out.

As I turned each page of the album, I stumbled upon a picture of my father's "best friend", and my mother's golddigger ex-boyfriend. I felt all my anger come back. He nearly ruined what was left of my family, and just took the cash my dad worked hard for. Then on the next page...

It was a picture of my mother beside my father's coffin. She was smiling as if she hadn't lost her husband. I was there when they took that picture. I remembered feeling very angry. How dare she smile like that.. My father's dead for goodness sakes. I remember my dad asking me to ask mom why doesn't she love him... Maybe she really didn't love him. It breaks my heart for my father loved her with all he's got.

In the next page was me saying my eulogy. I was standing not in front, but in the side, for I didn't want to see my dad. I remember people were crying hard while I was talking. They've always told me I resemble my father in most ways possible. I believe them, and I am so ever thankful for that.

Sitting here, words just flowing from my heart onto the screen, I just couldn't deny it anymore. I'm still not over my father's death. I'm not over as to why my mom was smiling in that picture. I'm not over the fact that when I get married, I won't get to have my dad dance with me in the father-daughter dance. I'm not over them, but I don't want to question as to why it all happened.

I miss my daddy. Its been really hard living without a father. Like when I'm walking in the mall, and I see a little girl holding her father's hand, I couldn't help but tear up, and feel envious. I only had 7 years with him. I don't even remember his own voice. Its sad, but life must go on.

I love you Dad.♥

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