<?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-9923111</id><updated>2012-04-16T08:23:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Cute</title><subtitle type='html'>Can you read my mind?
do you know what it is you do to me?&lt;br/&gt;
don't know who you are
just a friend from another star</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112620008742312761</id><published>2005-09-09T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:21:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly issued alcohol warnings</title><content type='html'>Newly issued alcohol warnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toronto Board of Health has proposed that warning signs be placed on all alcohol bottles to tip off drinkers about the possible peril of drinking a pint or two of any alcoholic beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to wake up with a breath that could knock a buzzard off a wreaking dead animal that is one hundred yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to assault you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to thay shings like thish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the boss what you really think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burn on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, handsomer and smarter than some really, really big guy named Psycho Bob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112620008742312761?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112620008742312761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112620008742312761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112620008742312761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112620008742312761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/09/newly-issued-alcohol-warnings.html' title='Newly issued alcohol warnings'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112507751038788662</id><published>2005-08-27T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:31:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting facts</title><content type='html'>Believe It Or Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head, before it starves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without knee caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds, dogs only have about ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cat's urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China has more English speakers than the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. is the shortest complete sentence in the English language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the population of China walked past you in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe had six toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons marijuana is illegal today is because cotton growers in the '30s lobbied against hemp farmers, they saw it as competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish haven't got brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average human eats eight spiders in their lifetime at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise liner, Queen Elizabeth 2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name Wendy was made up for the book "Peter Pan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon, in Arlington, Virginia, has twice as many bathrooms as is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was built in the 1940s, the state of Virginia still had segregation laws requiring separate toilet facilities for blacks and whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence, "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and England in 1896.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word racecar and kayak are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters on only one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more likely to be killed by a Champagne cork than by a poisonous spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share your birthday with at least nine million other people in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112507751038788662?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112507751038788662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112507751038788662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112507751038788662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112507751038788662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/08/interesting-facts.html' title='interesting facts'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112438776854617949</id><published>2005-08-19T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T01:56:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful story</title><content type='html'>THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ......AND YOU WILL CRY...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; operating&gt; room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; When&gt; can I see him?"&gt; &gt; The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; didn't&gt; make it."&gt; &gt; Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any&lt;br /&gt;&gt; more?&gt; Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to&gt; the&gt; university."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to&gt; son. She&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; idea&gt; to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help&lt;br /&gt;&gt; somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be&gt; using&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one&gt; more&lt;br /&gt;&gt; day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always&lt;br /&gt;&gt; thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time,&gt; after&lt;br /&gt;&gt; spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with&gt; Jimmy's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to&gt; her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal&gt; things&lt;br /&gt;&gt; back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down&lt;br /&gt;&gt; across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; It was around midnightwhen Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed&gt; was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; folded letter. The letter said:&gt; &gt; "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; will&gt; ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to&gt; say&lt;br /&gt;I&gt; LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Someday we&gt; will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little&gt; boy so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and&gt;&lt;br /&gt; old&gt; stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she&gt; probably&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her&gt; dolls and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This&gt; really is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and&gt; showed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The&gt; angels&lt;br /&gt;&gt; are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus&gt; doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was&gt; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit&gt; on&lt;br /&gt;&gt; God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's&gt; when I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; this&gt; letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop&gt; this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of&gt; the&gt;&lt;br /&gt; questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said&gt; He was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; right there, as He always is with all His children.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except&gt; you. To&lt;br /&gt;&gt; everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have&gt; to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the&gt; Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for&gt; supper.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm, sure the food will be great&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; &gt; Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is&lt;br /&gt;.&gt; all&gt; gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God&lt;br /&gt;&gt; couldn't&gt; stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of&gt; Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How&gt; about&gt; that?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &amp;amp;Me.&gt; &gt; Let's see Satan stop this one.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Take 60-seconds and send this to five other people, within the hour,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you&gt; will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each&gt; other.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you know God loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112438776854617949?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112438776854617949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112438776854617949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112438776854617949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112438776854617949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/08/beautiful-story.html' title='beautiful story'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112351775965472570</id><published>2005-08-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:15:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Relieving Exercise</title><content type='html'>Stress Reliever # 1&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You always carry my photo in your handbag to th office. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look atyourpicture and the problem disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, "What otherproblem canthere be greater than this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stress Reliever # 2&lt;br /&gt;Girl: When we get married, I want to share all your worries,troubles andlighten your burden.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's very kind of you, darling, But I don't have any worries ortroubles.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well that's because we aren't married yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 3&lt;br /&gt;Son: Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me togiveup my seat to a lady.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, you have done the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Son: But mum, I was sitting on daddy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 4&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: "What's your excuse for coming home at this time ofthenight?"&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: "Golfing with friends, my dear."&lt;br /&gt;Wife to husband: "What? At 2 am?"&lt;br /&gt;Husband to wife: "Yes, We used night clubs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 5&lt;br /&gt;A newly married man asked his wife, "Would you have married me if myfather hadn't left me a fortune?""&lt;br /&gt;Honey,"&lt;br /&gt;the woman replied sweetly, "I 'd have married you NO MATTERWHOLEFT YOU A FORTUNE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 6&lt;br /&gt;Father to son after exam: "let me see your report card."&lt;br /&gt;Son: "My friend just borrowed it. He wants to scare his parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 7&lt;br /&gt;"How was your blind date?" a college student asked her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;"Terrible!" the roommate answered. "He showed up in his 1932 RollsRoyce.&lt;br /&gt;""Wow! That's a very expensive car. What 's so bad about that?""He was the original owner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 9&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asked her class for sentences using the word "beans"..&lt;br /&gt;"My father grows beans," said one student.&lt;br /&gt;"My father cooks beans," said another.&lt;br /&gt;Then little Johnny spoke up: "We are all human beans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 10&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer to Millionaire: To whom do you owe your success as amillionaire?"&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire: "I owe everything to my wife."&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "Wow, she must be some woman. What were you before youmarried her?"&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire: "A Billionaire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 11&lt;br /&gt;Girl to her boyfriend: One kiss and I'll be yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies: Thanks for the warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 12&lt;br /&gt;A husband was asked: "Do you talk to your wife after sex?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "Depends, if I can find a phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 13&lt;br /&gt;Man to wife on wedding night: "Are you sure I'm the first man you aresleeping with?"&lt;br /&gt;Wife replied: "Of course honey, I stayed awake with all the others!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 14"Why did they stop printing PAMELA ANDERSON stamps in the U.S.?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "Because people started licking the wrong side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 15&lt;br /&gt;A wife asked her husband: "What do you like most in me - my prettyface ormy sexy body?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her from h ead to toe and replied: "I like your sense ofhumour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Reliever # 16Doctor to his lady patient: "You look terribly weak and exhausted!Are you having your meals three times a day as I have advised?"&lt;br /&gt;Lady replied: "Doctor, I thought you said three males a day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112351775965472570?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112351775965472570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112351775965472570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112351775965472570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112351775965472570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/08/stress-relieving-exercise.html' title='Stress Relieving Exercise'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112144800278885784</id><published>2005-07-16T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:20:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakare;ate lang</title><content type='html'>we rily can't start another relationship without ending the past&lt;br /&gt;.. if you wanna move on go forget the past and grab the new one..&lt;br /&gt;i know its not that easy to 4get but if we put in our minds we want it over....&lt;br /&gt;we can make it.. and sure u wont regret...&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a FOOL!!!LET GO...&lt;br /&gt;How would you fight for THE ONE you LOVE?MAHAL mo nga pero habang ipinaglalaban mo naman siya...SINASAKTAN KA NAMAN!!!!!!!What are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt; E ganyan talaga!REALITY BITES, as the saying goes...&lt;br /&gt;MASAKIT, MAHIRAP, PARANG di MO MAKAKAYA...&lt;br /&gt;OO, that's NORMAL sa pag LE-LET GO.Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;you'ld really want to forget all the hurts and convince yourself that&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE LOVING HIM/HER NO MATTER WHAT, COME WHAT MAY,&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!Ang nakapagtataka pa dun...&lt;br /&gt;bakit ayan ka na naman..di mo naisip...&lt;br /&gt;NAPATAWAD mo siya agad at nakalimutan ang sakit...&lt;br /&gt;PERO WALA NAMAN SiYANG GINAGAWA...&lt;br /&gt;WALA SIYANG GINAGAWA KUNDI SAKTAN KA!!! ang mas masakit pa dyan...&lt;br /&gt;THE DAMN CYCLE GOES ON AND ON AND ON...Paulit- ulit lang yan..&lt;br /&gt;OK..Palusot ng IBA... pag mahal mo, di ka magsasawa...&lt;br /&gt;KAMOTE!!!!!C'mon!!! MAGSAWA NA tayo sa MGA SAKIT na binibigay nila!!!&lt;br /&gt;THINK MAN!!!kung gano natin sila kamahal...&lt;br /&gt;GANUN DIN nila tayo sinaktan!!!mahal ba natin sila dahil ganun sila?&lt;br /&gt;o ganun sila dahil ALAM NILA NA mahal natin sila?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hai...SAYANG TALAGA...Dahil HINAYAAN NILANG MASIRA NG GANUN!&lt;br /&gt;Im NOT expecting you guys to absorb everything i'm trying to say here...&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for u to REFLECT...BIBITAW NA BA AKO?Who knows...&lt;br /&gt; pag bitaw mo sa kanya......&lt;br /&gt;THERE MAY COME A TIME NA MAKITA MO TALAGA ANG TAONG PARA SAYO.....&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will hold your hand and GROW OLD with you.....&lt;br /&gt;So now...Will you...MOVE ON AND LET GO????sa chat..marami kang tao na makikilala..&lt;br /&gt;na magiging kaibigan or KAIBIGAN .habang lumilipas ang mga araw,&lt;br /&gt;buwan na laging kayong nag uusap,unting -unti umuusbong ang d dapat,&lt;br /&gt;un tipong naiinlove ka na sa kanya..MINSAN akala natin un mga PM nya sa iyo eh pambobola lang&lt;br /&gt;(dba nga sa chat lokohan lang,d dapat kasali ang puso)&lt;br /&gt;pero paano kung ang pati puso mo eh nasali? lagi nyo nalng sinasabi sa isat isa na maghihintay kau....&lt;br /&gt;paano kung pareho kayong nasa magkabilang dulo ng mundo?&lt;br /&gt;meron ka pa rin bang pag asa na magkikita kau? at handa ka ba tlagang maghintay?&lt;br /&gt; paano kung ikaw lang ang tumupad sa usapan nyo?(ang hirap..)habang naghahanda ka sa panahon na magkikita kau sya nman, iyon laging busy sa buhay nya,un tipong wlang pakialam ..&lt;br /&gt;d katulad mo abala sa paghahanda sa unang araw ng inyong pagkikita...&lt;br /&gt;ANG SAKIT DBA? pero yan ang totoo.di mo nga alam eh na hintay ka ng hintay,&lt;br /&gt;wla kang kaalam alam na ang hinihitay mo eh meron ng iba?BRB--&lt;br /&gt;ay naku! ilang oras na ba ang lumipas?wla pa rin sya....&lt;br /&gt;pero ikaw nman ito hintay ng hintay..iniisip mo lng na baka busy..&lt;br /&gt;LAGI MO NLNG SYANG IPINAGTATANGGOL... lagi mo nlng syang hinihintay na mag online......&lt;br /&gt;.matatapos na un time mo ,o-off duty ka na nga eh wla pa rin sya..OH BKIT........&lt;br /&gt;KA UMIIYAK? sa inis ba o sa miss mo na sya tlga..NAPAMAHAL KA NA NGA SA KANYA....&lt;br /&gt;sayang sana sya rin mahal ka n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112144800278885784?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112144800278885784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112144800278885784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112144800278885784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112144800278885784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/07/nakareate-lang.html' title='nakare;ate lang'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112084677919209863</id><published>2005-07-09T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T02:19:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PILIPINO GUMISING KA!!!!</title><content type='html'>Mga kababayan,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Meron akong gustong ibahagi para sa ating lahat na mga&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PILIPINO. Simple pero parang mahirap gawin ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt;karamihan sa atin. Hindi ito makukuha sa puro daldalan&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lang or walang kabuluhang pagtatalo, kumilos tayo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ngayon na.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Sa ibang bansa: Pag nagkasala ang Pinoy, pinarusahan&lt;br /&gt;&gt;siya ayon sa batas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Sa PINAS: Pag nagkasala ang ang Pinoy, ayaw niyang &gt;maparusahan kasi sabi niya mali raw ang batas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Sa ibang bansa: Pinag-aaralan muna ng Pinoy ang mga &gt;batas bago siya pumunta roon, kasi takot siyang &gt;magkamali.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Sa PINAS: Pag nagkamali ang Pinoy, sorry kasi hindi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;raw niya alam na labag sa batas iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Sa ibang bansa: Kahit gaano kataas ang bilihin at tax&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sa USA okey lang, katuwiran natin doble kayod na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Sa PINAS: mahilig ka sa last day para magbayad ng tax&lt;br /&gt;&gt;minsan dinadaya mo pa o kaya hindi ka nagbabayad.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rally ka kaagad kapag tumaas ang pasahe at bilihin&lt;br /&gt;&gt;imbes na magsipag mas gusto natin ang nagkukwentuhan&lt;br /&gt; &gt;lang sa  munisipyo o kahit sa alinmang tanggapan.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Sa Singapore: Kapag nahuli kang nagkalat or nagtapon&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ng basura sa hindi tamang lugar, magbabayad ka na 500&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Singapore dollars. Sabi ng Pinoy, Okey lang kasi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lumabag ako sa batas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Sa Pinas: Kapag nagkamali ang Pinoy katulad nang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ganito, Sabi ng Pinoy, ang lupit naman ni Bayani&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Fernando, mali naman ang pinaiiral niyang batas eh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;akala mo kung sino. Ayun nag-rally na ang Pinoy&lt;br /&gt; &gt;gustong patalsikin si Bayani Fernando kahit na alam&lt;br /&gt;&gt;niyang mali siya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Mga igan, ilan pa lang iyan baka may iba pa kayong&lt;br /&gt;&gt;alam.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Bakit ang PINOY, pwedeng maging "law abiding citizen&lt;br /&gt; &gt;sa ibang bansa ng walang angal" pero sa sarili nating&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bayang PILIPINAS na sinasabi ninyong mahal natin, eh &gt;hindi natin magawa, BAKIIITTTTT????????? &gt; &gt; &gt;ETO PA, "Ang Pilipino NOON at NGAYON":&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;NOON: Wow ang sarap ng kamote (kahit nakaka-utot)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;NGAYON: Ayaw ko ng kamote gusto ko French Fries &gt;(imported eh)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;NOON: Wow ang sarap ng kapeng barako&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;NGAYON: Ayaw ko niyan gusto kong kape sa STARBUCKS &gt;(imported coffee 100 pesos per cup)&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;NOON: Bili ka ng tela para magpatahi ng pantalon like &gt;maong&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;NGAYON: Gusto ko LEVI'S, WRANGLER, LEE (Tapos rally &gt;tayo "GMA tuta ng KANO") Di ba tuta ka rin naman.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;NOON: Sabon na Perla OK ng pampaligo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;NGAYON: Gusto mo DOVE, HENO DE PRAVIA, IVORY, etc. may &gt;matching shampoo pa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;NOON: Pag naglaba ka batya at palopalo ok na, minsan &gt;banlaw lang sa batis pwede na&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt;NGAYON: Naka-washing machine ka na plus ARIEL powder &gt;soap with matching DOWNY pa para mabango&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Alam ko mas marami pa ang alam ninyo tungkol dito, &gt;pero ilan ilan lang iyan para bigyan ng pansin. &gt; &gt;Mga Pilipino ng ba tayo? O baka sa salita lang at &gt;E-Mail pero wala naman sa gawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Subject: filipinos &gt; &gt;My Fellow Filipinos,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;When I was small, the Philippine peso was P7 to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dollar. The president was Diosdado Macapagal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Life was simple. Life was easy. My father was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;farmer. &gt; &gt;My mother kept a small sari-sari store where our&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighbors bought sang-perang asin, sang-perang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bagoong, sang-perang suka, sang-perang toyo at&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pahinging isang butil na bawang. Our backyard had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;kamatis, kalabasa, talong, ampalaya, upo, batao, and &gt;okra.&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt;Our silong had chicken. We had a pig, dog &amp; cat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;And of course, we lived on the farm. During rainy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;season, my father caught frogs at night which my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mother made into batute (stuffed frog), or just plain &gt;fried.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;During the day, he caught hito and dalag from his rice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;paddies, which he would usually inihaw.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;During dry season, we relied on the chickens,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;vegetables, bangus, tuyo, and tinapa. Every now and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;then, there was pork and beef from the town market.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Life was so peaceful, so quiet, no electricity, no TV.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Just the radio for Tia Dely, Roman Rapido, Tawag ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tanghalan and Tang-tarang-tang. And who can forget &gt;Leila Benitez on Darigold Jamboree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;On weekends, I played with my neighbors (who were all &gt;my cousins).&lt;br /&gt;Tumbang-preso, taguan, piko, luksong &gt;lubid, patintero, at iba pa. I* don't know about you,&lt;br /&gt; &gt;but I miss those days. &gt; &gt;These days, we face the TV, Internet, e-mail,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;newspaper, magazine, grocery catalog, or drive around.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;The peso is a staggering and incredible P54 to the &gt;dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Most people can't have fun anymore. Life has become a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;battle. We live to work. Work to live. Life is not &gt;easy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;I was in Saudi Arabia in 1983. It was lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;difficult, &amp; scary. It didn't matter if you were a man &gt;or a woman.&lt;br /&gt;You were a target for rape. The salary &gt;was cheap &amp;amp; the vacation far between.&lt;br /&gt;If the boss &gt;didn't want you to go on  holiday, you didn't. They &gt;had your passport.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the agency charged you &gt;almost 4months of your salary&lt;br /&gt;(which, if you had to &gt;borrow on a "20% per month arrangement" meant your&lt;br /&gt;&gt;first year's pay was all gone before you even earned &gt;it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;The Philippines used to be one of the most important &gt;countries in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Before &amp; during my college days, many students from&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighboring Asian countries like Malaysia, Indonesia,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Japan and China went to the Philippines to get their&lt;br /&gt;&gt;diplomas. Until 1972, like President Macapagal,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;President Marcos was one of the most admired&lt;br /&gt;&gt;presidents of the world. The Peso had kept its value &gt;of P7 to the dollar until I finished college.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Today, the Philippines is famous as the "housemaid"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;capital of the world. It ranks very high as the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"cheapest labor" capital of the world, too. We have &gt;maids in Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;laborers in Saudi Arabia, dancers &gt;in Japan, migrants and TNTs in Australia and the US,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and all sorts of other "tricky" jobs in other parts of &gt;the globe. Quo Vadis, Pinoy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Is that a wonder or a worry? Are you proud to be a&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Filipino, or does it even matter anymore? When you see&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the Filipino flag and hear the Pambansang Awit, do you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;feel a sense of pride or a sense of defeat &amp; &gt;uncertainty? If only things could change for the &gt;better.......&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Hang on for this is a job for Superman. Or whom do you &gt;call?&lt;br /&gt; Ghostbusters. Joke. Right? This is one of our &gt;problems. We say "I love the Philippines. I am proud&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to be a Filipino." When I send you a joke, you send it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to everyone in your address book even if it kills the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Internet. But when I send you a note on how to save&lt;br /&gt; &gt;our country &amp; ask you to forward it, what do you do? &gt;You  chuck it in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;I want to help the maids in Hong Kong. I want to help &gt;the laborers in Saudi Arabia. I want to help the &gt;dancers in Japan. I want to help the TNTs in America &gt;and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;I want to save the people of the Philippines. But I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cannot do it alone. I need your help and everyone &gt;else's.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;So please forward this e-mail to your friends.&lt;br /&gt; If you &gt;say you love the Philippines, prove it.&lt;br /&gt; And if you &gt;don't agree with me, say something anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Indifference is a crime on its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112084677919209863?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112084677919209863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112084677919209863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112084677919209863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112084677919209863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/07/pilipino-gumising-ka.html' title='PILIPINO GUMISING KA!!!!'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-112041080048189808</id><published>2005-07-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:13:20.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HARDEST THINGS.</title><content type='html'>a. Being questioned when you yourself don'tunderstand&lt;br /&gt;b. Pretending to be innocent of what you knowabout&lt;br /&gt;c. Trying to show you care&lt;br /&gt;d. Trying to forget something you know you NEVERwill&lt;br /&gt;e. Admitting you were wrong after you have beenso insistent that you were right&lt;br /&gt;f. Accepting the fact that you made a MISTAKE&lt;br /&gt;g. Debating with yourself&lt;br /&gt;h. Knowing what's wrong and what's right&lt;br /&gt;i. Growing up&lt;br /&gt;j. ACCEPTING the fact that some things are NOTmeant TO BE&lt;br /&gt;k. Trying to understand when you just can't&lt;br /&gt;l. Swallowing your pride when it has become TOOHARD and TOO BIG to even gulp it down withwater&lt;br /&gt;m. Being the LAST TO KNOW about something thatCONCERNS you most of all&lt;br /&gt;n. Realizing that you have been TRICKED after youhave given your WHOLE TRUST&lt;br /&gt;o. Realizing that you have taken the mostIMPORTANT thing for GRANTED&lt;br /&gt;p. PARTING with someone you've just LEARNED toLOVE&lt;br /&gt;q. Letting GO of someone you've LOVED ALLYOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;r. Losing someone you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;s. Saying sorry when you mean it&lt;br /&gt;t. Saying how you REALLY FEEL and ExplainingWHERE YOU STAND&lt;br /&gt;u. Knowing what is best and yet doing the exactopposite.&lt;br /&gt;v. Bracing yourself for the worst kind of pain... &amp;amp;still hurting so much.&lt;br /&gt;w. Loving someone too much and learning to lovethe pain that goes with it... that even if you learnedto let go of the person... you still go on missing thepain you once felt (and there it goes... you fallagain)&lt;br /&gt;x. Denying to yourself that you're falling... thenfinally you realize that indeed you have fallenwhen it's too damn late and you cant get out&lt;br /&gt;y. Being with someone else when the right onecomes along sad to belong...&lt;br /&gt;z. Knowing deep inside that you love someone yetyou can't say it out loud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-112041080048189808?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/112041080048189808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=112041080048189808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112041080048189808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/112041080048189808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/07/hardest-things.html' title='THE HARDEST THINGS.'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111894995019303348</id><published>2005-06-17T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T03:25:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow another year again....</title><content type='html'>yesterday,,,,june 16 was my 25th birthday.....another year again....&lt;br /&gt;i just wish this coming year will be a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill share to you another song...its one of my fav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALLIN BY JANNO GIBBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... yeah... our little conversation&lt;br /&gt;are turning into little sweet sensation&lt;br /&gt;and they're only getting sweeter every time&lt;br /&gt;our friendly get together&lt;br /&gt;are turning into visions of forever&lt;br /&gt; if I just believe this foolish heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;that Im just a friend&lt;br /&gt;'cause Im thinking maybe we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin',&lt;br /&gt;fallin' in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and I don't, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt; Im afraid you'd turn away&lt;br /&gt;but Ill say it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coda:&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin...&lt;br /&gt;for you Im fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever we're together&lt;br /&gt;wishing that goodbyes would turn to never&lt;br /&gt; 'cause with you is where Ill always wanna be&lt;br /&gt;whenever Im beside you&lt;br /&gt;all I really wanna do is hold you&lt;br /&gt;no one else but you has meant this much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant pretend&lt;br /&gt;that Im just a friend&lt;br /&gt;'cause Im thinking maybe we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat chorus 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coda 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin'...&lt;br /&gt;for you Im fallin' for you Im fallin',&lt;br /&gt;Im fallin' for you Im fallin',&lt;br /&gt;Im fallin for you and I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;yeah fallin', Im fallin' for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111894995019303348?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111894995019303348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111894995019303348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111894995019303348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111894995019303348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-another-year-again.html' title='wow another year again....'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111877679529658974</id><published>2005-06-15T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:19:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much....</title><content type='html'>i want to share to you one of my favorite song...which is entitled...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I DO by NYOY VOLANTE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What would you do&lt;br /&gt;if I told you that&lt;br /&gt;All that I do's think of what we had&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;if I'm not the friend I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, not to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1'Cause I can't get over all the times you stay&lt;br /&gt;Get crazy, jealous every time you're away&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm someone different from the one you knew&lt;br /&gt;Had nothing to feel for you, to feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I doI keep calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;What do I doI got no one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;What do I doEvery time I hold your hand, it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;What do I doI think I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;Everything keeps changing every night, every day&lt;br /&gt;Every word so diff'rent, every touch so real&lt;br /&gt;Every glance and every look reveals the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's never ever gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;When we hug for warmth from the cold of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm not gonna move on, not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Though I find it hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to doI'm fallin' more for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please tell me...&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111877679529658974?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111877679529658974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111877679529658974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111877679529658974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111877679529658974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much....'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111696100761064786</id><published>2005-05-25T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T02:56:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pano mo malalaman kung mahal ka nga nya?</title><content type='html'>&gt;1.pr0ud xha seu, khit kasama nya tropa nya&lt;br /&gt;"baby, honey etc." pa rin ang tawag nya saiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2. gsto mong subukan? halimbawa:&lt;br /&gt;may lakad sila ng barkada nya, magyaya ka ng date..&lt;br /&gt;kung ikaw ang pinili nya, YEHEY! love ka nun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3. khit sang lupalop xha ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;NEVER nyang iooff ang cellphone nya kxe bka tumawag ka at mag alala..&lt;br /&gt;BONUS: mag iiloveu sha khit may makarinig pang ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4. kahit wlang gift, alam nyang anniversary nyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;5. sa sobrang pag seselos nya, binabasa nya ang mga text msgs mo..&lt;br /&gt;mas matanong mas makulit. mas mahal ka nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6. imbis na proud xha kxe maganda ka,&lt;br /&gt;gsto ka pa nyang pumanget to the point na sha na lang ang titingin seu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;7. ikaw lang ang may karapatang pumuyat sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8. wag mu lang shang pancinin ng onte, nag dududa na,&lt;br /&gt;"MAY PROBLEMA BA?" tampo.. tampo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9. punta xha sa bahawz mo khit alam mong nahihiya xha sa parents mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;10. kasama mu xhang mag shopping ng damit, bsta pili mo..&lt;br /&gt;un ang isusuot nya kxe maganda sa paningin mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11. khit yosi boi sha, never shang papahuli kxe ayomo ng smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12. mumurahin nya sa msg/text kung cno man ung "secret admirer" mo ..&lt;br /&gt;kapag di pa sha kuntento mag papakilala pa shang "SIYA"ang bf mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13. AWAY NA NAMAN???! kung gsto mong matapos..&lt;br /&gt;umiyak ka lang at sha na ung mag "so SORRY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14. lahat ng lutuin mo khit alam mong palpak&lt;br /&gt;VERY GOOD para sknya.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15. nagtatanong xha tungkol sa future plans "mo"&lt;br /&gt;inaalam nya kung kasama "siya" dun '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;16. lahat ng ikwento mo sknya khit hindi xha interesado..&lt;br /&gt;natatandaan nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17. palagi nyang sinisinghot ung buhok mo guys..&lt;br /&gt;BAT NGA BA??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;18. he kisses with eyes shut..&lt;br /&gt;pero minsan sinisilip nya ng palihim ung itsura mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19. bagsakan mo ng phone.tatawag uli un!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111696100761064786?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111696100761064786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111696100761064786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111696100761064786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111696100761064786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/pano-mo-malalaman-kung-mahal-ka-nga.html' title='pano mo malalaman kung mahal ka nga nya?'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111653480346265862</id><published>2005-05-20T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T04:33:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE DOESN’T NEED A REASON</title><content type='html'>Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason.&lt;br /&gt;My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her -- but not you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm...&lt;br /&gt;because you are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;because your voice is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;because you are caring,&lt;br /&gt;because you are loving,&lt;br /&gt;because you are thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;because of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;because of your every movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer. Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became comma.&lt;br /&gt; The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Darling,&lt;br /&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can you smile? Now can you move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No, therefore I cannot love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do love need a reason?&lt;br /&gt;NO! Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you... And love doesn't need a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes the best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot be touched, but can be felt in the heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111653480346265862?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111653480346265862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111653480346265862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111653480346265862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111653480346265862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-doesnt-need-reason.html' title='LOVE DOESN’T NEED A REASON'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111644149507100514</id><published>2005-05-19T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:38:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between "Somebody you Love" and "Somebody you Like"</title><content type='html'>&gt;In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But in front of the person you love, you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you love, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;In front of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can show your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But the feeling of love starts from the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is &gt;cover your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;remains in your heart forever ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111644149507100514?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111644149507100514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111644149507100514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111644149507100514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111644149507100514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/difference-between-somebody-you-love.html' title='The difference between &quot;Somebody you Love&quot; and &quot;Somebody you Like&quot;'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111607051481701306</id><published>2005-05-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:35:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Language of Flowers</title><content type='html'>Many times, flowers are a last ditch effort. But what if your flowers could say more than, "I couldn't think of anything else to get for you."? What if they could say, "I love your beautiful eyes" or "Will you go on a fantastically extravagant trip to the East Coast with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language of flowers is very specific. Flowers can represent a noun, verb, even and entire sentence or question. A variable as small as a color or type can completely change the message. Although a common rose declares love; a Japanese rose dismisses a romantic partner with "Beauty is your only attribute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to speak the secret flower language that peaked in popularity during the Victorian Era don't forget to give your loved one a list to help them decipher your sweet nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTENCES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar Leaf    =- I live for thee&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemum, Red =- I love you&lt;br /&gt;Clover, Four-leafed =- Be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Clover, White =- Think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Coreopsis =- Always cheerful&lt;br /&gt;Currant =- Your frown will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Dianthus=- - Make haste.&lt;br /&gt; Jasmine =- I am too happy&lt;br /&gt;Peach Blossoms=. - I am your captive.&lt;br /&gt; Rose, Japanese =- - Beauty is your only attribute.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanotis=-  - Will you accompany me to the East?&lt;br /&gt; Virginia Creeper =- - I cling to you both in sunshine and shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOUNS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaranth, Globe =Unfading love&lt;br /&gt;Amaryllis=- Splendid beauty&lt;br /&gt; Chickweed =- Rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;Clematis =- Mental beauty&lt;br /&gt;Daisy =- Innocence&lt;br /&gt;Fern =- Fascination&lt;br /&gt;Hibiscus=- Delicate flower&lt;br /&gt; Honeysuckle =- Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Pansy=- Thoughts&lt;br /&gt; Ivy =- Friendship&lt;br /&gt;Moss =- Maternal love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111607051481701306?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111607051481701306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111607051481701306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111607051481701306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111607051481701306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/secret-language-of-flowers.html' title='The Secret Language of Flowers'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111583941136277439</id><published>2005-05-12T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T03:23:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF A GIRL CRIES….</title><content type='html'>If a girl cries in front of u,&lt;br /&gt;it means that she can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u take her hand,&lt;br /&gt;she would stay with u for the rest of ur life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u let her go,&lt;br /&gt;it wil be hard for her to goback to&lt;br /&gt;being herself with you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;except in front of the person whom she loves the most,&lt;br /&gt; she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;only when she loves u the most,&lt;br /&gt;she put down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of u,&lt;br /&gt;please hold her hands firmly,&lt;br /&gt;coz she's the one who is willing to stay with u 4 for the rest of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of u,&lt;br /&gt;please dont give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of ur decision,&lt;br /&gt;u'L ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right in front of u,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries bcoz of u,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Which other girl has cried with puresincerity,&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 n agony have bcome too big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to u,&lt;br /&gt;And all because of u,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to look back on wat u have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only u will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it,&lt;br /&gt;Coz one day,&lt;br /&gt;It may b too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may b too late to say "im sorry".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111583941136277439?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111564735637775477</id><published>2005-05-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:02:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sory if.....</title><content type='html'>sorry if i made you cry, i never meant to do so...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i made you mad, all i could do is say &lt;br /&gt;sorry...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the corny things i say, coz you're the one &lt;br /&gt;i'd love to please...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the stupid things that i do, coz your &lt;br /&gt;laughter makes my heart at ease...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i tease you a lot, i just want to make things &lt;br /&gt;sweet..&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you go to bed angry, a minute or two later, &lt;br /&gt;im gonna be the one to say im sorry...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i feel for you, coz its the only thing i know...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i made you stay up late, even though you're &lt;br /&gt;busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i made an effort to be with you, even though &lt;br /&gt;you never wanted me to...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the flowers, they never got to you...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for my friend, who stuck with me all the way...&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was stupid, i never found the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i got jealous, is it wrong if i do??...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i got serious, its the only sincere thing i &lt;br /&gt;could show you..&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i wanted you so bad, i ended up screwing &lt;br /&gt;what we already had...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i wept for you, coz losing you would be &lt;br /&gt;unbearable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if im not the one you expected...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you're all i ever wanted...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if opened up to you and i was honest about &lt;br /&gt;what i say...&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i miss you every single day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i disappointed you, i just wanted you to &lt;br /&gt;show who i really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i loved you so much, coz you're the only &lt;br /&gt;thing i could wish for... &lt;br /&gt;but i could never, ever have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111564735637775477?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111564735637775477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111564735637775477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111564735637775477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111564735637775477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/sory-if.html' title='Sory if.....'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111557819933659106</id><published>2005-05-09T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:49:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN-OFFS THAT CAUSE THE OPPOSITE SEX</title><content type='html'>Men Turning Women Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ask a woman on the phone how old she is- her weight- or personal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a date do not ask a lady questions such as "How many men have you been intimate with" or "How many men have you dated since your divorce"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal questions like this are none of your business and should be discussed at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever offer to "go dutch" - or make comments such as "I forgot my wallet" or "I can't believe how expensive this dinner is." This will be your last date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not brag about how much money you make- what a good looking guy you are-your large home-expensive cars or your savings acct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in very bad taste to flirt with other women, or look around at other ladies while you are out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not bring a cell phone and let it ring and ring and conduct business while you are with your date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Turning Men Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk about your ex husband or boyfriend in a negative manner or make comments such as "All the men I know are jerks"- or "There are no good men left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not discuss all your health problems, surgeries, medical bills, and doctor appointments, or car accidents. Do not drink excessively and act loud and unlady like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not drill a man with question after question like you are on a job interview- such as "How long have you worked at your job"- "What college did you go to"- "Why did you get a divorce" - "How many women have you dated since your divorce"-Where do you live", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be business like and act like you are at work. Your femininity and softness must come out. Business like women usually do not get asked out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111557819933659106?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111557819933659106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111557819933659106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111557819933659106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111557819933659106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/turn-offs-that-cause-opposite-sex.html' title='TURN-OFFS THAT CAUSE THE OPPOSITE SEX'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111546127825877604</id><published>2005-05-07T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T18:21:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Know if You Love Her</title><content type='html'>Knowing if you love her involves some serious soul searching.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Clarify what love is for you. Write down all your thoughts and feelings about what a loving relationship would be like for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Distinguish between love and lust or infatuation. Lust is an intense sexual desire. Infatuation refers to the initial stage of a relationship, when you are "crazy" about her, but this feeling usually fades over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Ask other people how they define love or know if they love someone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Write down how you do feel about her. For example: you enjoy her company, have similar interests, feel safe, trust her, think she is attractive, etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Think about how well the two of you relate to each other. For example: How well do you communicate with each other? How do you deal with conflict? Do you bring out good or bad parts of each other? Can you show different sides of yourself?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself if you see and accept her as a whole person. Love isn't just loving the parts of her you like, but choosing to love her overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infatuation phase of a relationship typically lasts about six months. You may think you are in love and she is perfect for you. It often takes more time to tell if you are truly compatible and whether you can really love the whole person, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read The Art of Loving and other books about love. Wise people have been writing about it for hundreds of years. In our bookstore, look under psychology, spirituality or philosophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111546127825877604?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111546127825877604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111546127825877604' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111546127825877604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111546127825877604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-know-if-you-love-her.html' title='How to Know if You Love Her'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111520571612495512</id><published>2005-05-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:21:56.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Know if You Love Him</title><content type='html'>"He loves me - he loves me not" is easily solved with a freshly plucked daisy ... but how do you know if you love him?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Clarify what love is for you. Write down all your thoughts and feelings about what a loving relationship would be like for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Distinguish between love and lust or infatuation. Lust is an intense sexual desire. Infatuation refers to the initial stage of a relationship, when you are "crazy" about him, but this feeling usually fades over time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Ask other people how they define love or know if they love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Write down how you do feel about him. For example: you enjoy his company, have similar interests, feel safe, trust him, think he is attractive, etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Think about how well the two of you relate to each other. For example: How well do you communicate with each other? How do you deal with conflict? Do you bring out good or bad parts of each other? Can you show different sides of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself if you see and accept him as a whole person. Love isn't just loving the parts of him you like, but choosing to love him overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infatuation phase of a relationship typically lasts about six months. You may think you are in love and he is perfect for you. It often takes more time to tell if you are truly compatible and whether you can really love the whole person, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read books on the subject of love. Wise people have been writing about it for hundreds of years. In the bookstore, look under psychology, spirituality or philosophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111520571612495512?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111520571612495512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111520571612495512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111520571612495512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111520571612495512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-know-if-you-love-him.html' title='How to Know if You Love Him'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111508678675699345</id><published>2005-05-03T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:19:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Know if Someone Likes You Romantically</title><content type='html'>Behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to your conversations with the person in question. Does this person show a special interest in having a conversation with you and, once started, make an effort to keep that conversation going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Is this person "accidentally" running into you in places where he or she knows you will be, such as at your desk? At the Laundromat on Tuesdays? At your brother's birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Make a note if he or she mentions future plans to spend time with you: "That band is coming to town soon. We should really get tickets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Spend time alone together. Canceling other plans in order to be with you longer, or not finding excuses to leave, could be a sign of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Has he or she been calling for random reasons, such as, "I was wondering if you knew what that pizza place down the street is called," followed by, "Are you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Has this person taken a sudden interest in your life and hobbies? This is a sure sign that he or she is interested in something - and it's probably not your stamp collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;Observe how the person acts around your friends - he or she might be extra friendly to your closest pals for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes seeing someone you have a crush on results in telltale physiological signs. Does the person in question blush when you look at him or her? His or her sympathetic nervous system is probably going into overdrive. Does he or she have trouble speaking, using jumbled words when talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;See if the person in question mirrors your motions: When you lean back, he or she leans back; when you put your elbows on the table, he or she does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Note whether this person sits or stands in the open position - that is, facing you with arms uncrossed. In addition, a woman tends to cross her legs in a man's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Does he or she move closer to you and/or touch you subtly, such as with a pat of your hand or a touch of your cheek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Other elements of body language include frequent eye contact, holding your gaze and looking down before looking away, energetic speech coupled with open hands, and flashing palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Does the person you're wondering about just plain smile at you a lot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111508678675699345?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111508678675699345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111508678675699345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111508678675699345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111508678675699345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-know-if-someone-likes-you.html' title='How to Know if Someone Likes You Romantically'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111497702576615571</id><published>2005-05-02T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T03:50:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Know When It's Over</title><content type='html'>Is it time to call it quits?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Be realistic. If you're being abused, hurt, cheated on or lied to, it's time to cut your losses and get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Think about the future you're creating. If your partner is jealous, obsessive, possessive or overly emotional, consider the extra burden you are carrying in dealing with those behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Is he a shameless flirt? Is she bossy? demanding? insecure? These are more signs of a rocky road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Do you truly enjoy each other's company, or do you find yourself relieved whenever you part company? If the latter, it doesn't bode well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Evaluate your role in maintaining the relationship. If you feel as if you're doing all the work, it's time to talk or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Does he promise to call and then forget? Is she terminally late? Be honest with yourself. Is this what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;Do you feel accepted and appreciated? If not, move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you want to end the relationship because the person is wrong for you and not because you fear commitment. You don't want to send Prince Charming packing just because you have commitment jitters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111497702576615571?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111497702576615571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111497702576615571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111497702576615571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111497702576615571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-know-when-its-over.html' title='How to Know When It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111478472917270139</id><published>2005-04-29T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:25:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Tell if Your Online Sweetheart Is Lying</title><content type='html'>Some online liars will tip their hands quickly, but the clever ones are hard to detect. That's a good reason to take your time before meeting your cybersweetheart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Communicate with your new flame privately and on message boards and chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Allow the cyber-romance to develop slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Avoid exchanging addresses or phone numbers for the first couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Watch for exaggeration or undue evasiveness in your cybersweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Question your friend about his or her job, education, hobbies and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Determine whether his or her expertise matches his or her supposed background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;Ask more probing questions about his or her location, family, past and job after a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;br /&gt;Exchange pictures, but send them as files attached to e-mail or use a post office box. Decide whether his or her appearance matches the self-description he or she offered you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;br /&gt;Try phone calls only after the friendship has endured a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;br /&gt;Verify some of his or her story by using work phone numbers if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;br /&gt;Call his or her workplace when he or she is not there for further verification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;br /&gt;Arrange to meet in a public place if everything checks out. If not, say, "Good bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;Do not check your intuition at the door as you enter cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take notes on the comments your partner makes during chat sessions and save his or her e-mail. Check for contradictions as the relationship proceeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings:&lt;br /&gt;Never ignore your intuition about a cybersweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who stubbornly refuse to reveal much about themselves should not be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that you are dealing with a stranger in a medium where it is easy to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111478472917270139?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111478472917270139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111478472917270139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111478472917270139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111478472917270139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-tell-if-your-online-sweetheart.html' title='How to Tell if Your Online Sweetheart Is Lying'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111464203673339502</id><published>2005-04-28T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T06:47:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Handle a Cheating Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Has your boyfriend been unfaithful to you? Handle a cheating boyfriend by following these steps.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge and accept your feelings of anger, sadness and disappointment over the betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame yourself for his actions. Remember that you can't be responsible for anyone's behavior other than your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Try to set aside your emotions and look at the situation from an outsider's point of view. What advice would you give to your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Evaluate whether his behavior has permanently destroyed your trust in him and in your relationship. Do you believe he won't repeat his actions in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Confront your boyfriend and tell him exactly how you feel about his actions.  Let him know that cheating is not acceptable behavior in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;If you feel you need to know why he cheated on you to obtain closure for yourself, listen to his explanations about his behavior. Remember that listening does not mean you condone, agree with or accept his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;Don't allow him to manipulate your feelings with sweet words of apology or promises never to cheat on you again. Be realistic. Do you honestly believe this was a one-time event, or do your instincts tell you that he'll probably cheat on you again in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself if you would be better off with him or without him. Can you continue to enjoy the relationship, knowing about the betrayal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;br /&gt;Find a constructive outlet for your emotions of disappointment and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;br /&gt;Give yourself time to grieve over the betrayal. Whether you stay with him or not, forgive him for his actions so you can heal and move on with your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111464203673339502?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111464203673339502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111464203673339502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111464203673339502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111464203673339502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-handle-cheating-boyfriend.html' title='How to Handle a Cheating Boyfriend'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111455533816777896</id><published>2005-04-27T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T06:42:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Choose the Right Color Roses to Send</title><content type='html'>Roses are an ideal gift for special days, as they are considered by most to be the "queen of blooms." A long-stemmed rose is the queen mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;Commit with red roses to signify love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;Communicate joy with yellow roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;Send a dozen white roses when you want to connote secrecy, innocence and/or purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;Show appreciation or gratitude with pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;Send light pink roses to say you understand, you're sympathetic or you're sorry if someone is ill, bereaved or disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;Convey desire with coral and orange roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;Give pale roses of any color to convey friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;br /&gt;Opt for rosebuds to recognize beauty, youth and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;br /&gt;Announce a new engagement by wiring two roses together to create a single stem -and use it as decoration for an engagement party or send it to the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;If the recipient doesn't know the significance of the roses' color, the sentiment expressed in an accompanying card will convey the color's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remove the thorns before you give roses, it means you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are a symbol of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923111-111455533816777896?l=raincute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/feeds/111455533816777896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923111&amp;postID=111455533816777896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111455533816777896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923111/posts/default/111455533816777896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raincute.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-choose-right-color-roses-to.html' title='How to Choose the Right Color Roses to Send'/><author><name>Supergirl Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095531428710032042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/3591889_686317db2c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923111.post-111451192115926044</id><published>2005-04-26T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:38:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman floor pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; 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