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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EMR3k5fip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:21:26.726+08:00</updated><title>Random Stuff</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gimq" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/gimq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNQnc6fCp7ImA9WhdQE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-1899860428753000402</id><published>2011-08-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:33:13.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-14T20:33:13.914+08:00</app:edited><title>Damn You</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wNmdfvWZt43e_zt8wryhx_N1TYg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wNmdfvWZt43e_zt8wryhx_N1TYg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wNmdfvWZt43e_zt8wryhx_N1TYg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wNmdfvWZt43e_zt8wryhx_N1TYg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were never totally mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was always someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were never with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even&amp;nbsp; if it's just the two of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your eyes never ever fixed on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were always those bitches out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can never keep yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From flirting with any pretty girl around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you deny it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you know that I know about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you ever really love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it just a lovely thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Maybe the latter coz I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just for display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A thing to you and nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just a toy you don't want to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have a way of making me do bad things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and convince me that it's alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a fool to act like a toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so stupid to be so blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so insane not to see through it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so dumb not to have realized it right away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have hurt me so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still I want to thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned so many things from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One is not to fall for nice guys who are demons deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I only have one thing left to say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-1899860428753000402?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/zFZLRjDLpPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1899860428753000402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/damn-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/1899860428753000402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/1899860428753000402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/zFZLRjDLpPo/damn-you.html" title="Damn You" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/damn-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECRXc4cCp7ImA9WhZaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-6155456121596444969</id><published>2011-07-01T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:11:04.938+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T04:11:04.938+08:00</app:edited><title>Catastrophic Love</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yh3iRYsSMPzcqsY8n6VR7zvjzkE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yh3iRYsSMPzcqsY8n6VR7zvjzkE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yh3iRYsSMPzcqsY8n6VR7zvjzkE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yh3iRYsSMPzcqsY8n6VR7zvjzkE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It started out so nice&lt;br /&gt;
As the pale moon was smiling&lt;br /&gt;
Upon two beings joined by fate&lt;br /&gt;
Unknown to them as they watched&lt;br /&gt;
the stars above&lt;br /&gt;
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As the night grows deeper, the truth&lt;br /&gt;
slowly sank in and both realized&lt;br /&gt;
There was a mystical force&lt;br /&gt;
Binding them as one&lt;br /&gt;
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With hands held together, they&lt;br /&gt;
accepted what fate has decided&lt;br /&gt;
Warmth of Happiness glowed in&lt;br /&gt;
each other's heart&lt;br /&gt;
Love was felt and it was real&lt;br /&gt;
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Time went by so swiftly&lt;br /&gt;
Days became weeks&lt;br /&gt;
Weeks became months&lt;br /&gt;
Two years passed since then&lt;br /&gt;
And the two lovers are still together&lt;br /&gt;
But things have changed...&lt;br /&gt;
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Love was no longer there&lt;br /&gt;
They were both just pretending&lt;br /&gt;
Hoping that they'd feel what they felt&lt;br /&gt;
that night under the stars once again&lt;br /&gt;
But it never came..&lt;br /&gt;
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Small arguments became big fights&lt;br /&gt;
Eating there happiness away&lt;br /&gt;
Too many tears have been shed&lt;br /&gt;
Too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;
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A day finally came when&lt;br /&gt;
Holding on was too much pain&lt;br /&gt;
They let go of each others grasp&lt;br /&gt;
And put an end to&lt;br /&gt;
Their Catastrophic Love&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-6155456121596444969?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/2rJrAHClL3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6155456121596444969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/catastrophic-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6155456121596444969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6155456121596444969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/2rJrAHClL3Y/catastrophic-love.html" title="Catastrophic Love" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/catastrophic-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HQ3k4cCp7ImA9WhZaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-6532982199907834652</id><published>2011-07-01T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T03:57:12.738+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T03:57:12.738+08:00</app:edited><title>True Serenity</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FVine8dYhbZMHUYZhW5ueso6y-E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FVine8dYhbZMHUYZhW5ueso6y-E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FVine8dYhbZMHUYZhW5ueso6y-E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FVine8dYhbZMHUYZhW5ueso6y-E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;True serenity, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;
Too many lives I've been living&lt;br /&gt;
Yet I never found you&lt;br /&gt;
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True serenity, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;
Too many presents I've had&lt;br /&gt;
Yet I never felt you&lt;br /&gt;
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True serenity, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;
Too many laughters have been shared&lt;br /&gt;
Yet you were never felt&lt;br /&gt;
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True serenity, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;
Too many triumphs achieved&lt;br /&gt;
Yet you were not there&lt;br /&gt;
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When will you come?&lt;br /&gt;
When will I feel you?&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe never... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-6532982199907834652?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/VwkfmBTTAQA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6532982199907834652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-serenity.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6532982199907834652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6532982199907834652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/VwkfmBTTAQA/true-serenity.html" title="True Serenity" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-serenity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GSXczcSp7ImA9WhZQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-8512652743749138800</id><published>2011-04-19T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:15:28.989+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T11:15:28.989+08:00</app:edited><title>Just A Bit of Your Love</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MXQNiDvHevNrlyV8sHO6zSDbuUc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MXQNiDvHevNrlyV8sHO6zSDbuUc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MXQNiDvHevNrlyV8sHO6zSDbuUc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MXQNiDvHevNrlyV8sHO6zSDbuUc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if only you could listen to me for a minute more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'd understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if only you could just look at me for a little bit longer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'd see who I really am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if only you could hold me tighter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'd make me see a tiny glimpse of light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if only you could just love me just a little bit more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'd make me just a bit happier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm sinking fast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no one to help me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i scream out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you never hear me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how can you be so cold?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so insensitive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you even care?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you still need me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you want me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you even still love me?...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I need is just a bit of your love...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-8512652743749138800?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/OjXucCwIK6o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8512652743749138800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-bit-of-your-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/8512652743749138800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/8512652743749138800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/OjXucCwIK6o/just-bit-of-your-love.html" title="Just A Bit of Your Love" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-bit-of-your-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFRnk6cSp7ImA9Wx5aE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-6203033902888003456</id><published>2010-11-10T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:16:57.719+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-10T13:16:57.719+08:00</app:edited><title>Marriage: A Mere Obligation</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2AgcD6Hv7-VfQs2k_SQ6GeQ_Qk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2AgcD6Hv7-VfQs2k_SQ6GeQ_Qk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2AgcD6Hv7-VfQs2k_SQ6GeQ_Qk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2AgcD6Hv7-VfQs2k_SQ6GeQ_Qk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We said our "I dos" in the name of God and in the presence of our loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;
We made a pact to love each other till death do as part&lt;br /&gt;
We made a commitment&lt;br /&gt;
We swore to be there for each other as husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was just a year ago&lt;br /&gt;
But is seems like it's been years of anguish since then&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just three days from our wedding day,&lt;br /&gt;
You asked a friend to introduce you to a female friend&lt;br /&gt;
So you can play around with her&lt;br /&gt;
Darkness engulfed me to suffocation upon stumbling on this knowledge&lt;br /&gt;
I confronted you but you just dismissed it as a joke&lt;br /&gt;
I had no choice but to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Months passed still in the same year we made our vows&lt;br /&gt;
You sent a message to a colleague that you missed her&lt;br /&gt;
Knowing full well that she liked you&lt;br /&gt;
My heart just broke into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;
Another confrontation&lt;br /&gt;
Another dismissal saying that you were just asked to tell her that&lt;br /&gt;
I had no choice again but to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another year comes&lt;br /&gt;
I caught you having a pleasant conversation with a female friend online&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't make out the words that you were sending to her&lt;br /&gt;
I just woke up then&lt;br /&gt;
Curious, I asked for her identity&lt;br /&gt;
You automatically turned off your laptop&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't contain the anger and lashed at you&lt;br /&gt;
But you fought me off&lt;br /&gt;
I could only weep my way to work that day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The episodes above piled up on top of the other deep within me&lt;br /&gt;
Until it became unbearable&lt;br /&gt;
It affected my whole being&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't work well&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't think well&lt;br /&gt;
My mind is always clouded with doubts&lt;br /&gt;
I keep trying to bring back the full trust I had for you&lt;br /&gt;
To no avail&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Day by day, I couldn't do better but nag at you&lt;br /&gt;
Because talking to you seriously never gets anywhere&lt;br /&gt;
It has been my intention to make you angry&lt;br /&gt;
To make you feel the same pain I'm carrying with me each day&lt;br /&gt;
But I still get nothing from you but that blank stare&lt;br /&gt;
Not caring at alll&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have now become angrier&lt;br /&gt;
Nagging at you gets me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;
I thought maybe inflicting physical pain will make you feel it&lt;br /&gt;
I tried with all my might to claw at you till you bleed&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever we get into the same arguments all over again&lt;br /&gt;
But then I received a big blow on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;
Your fist was too big for my slender shoulder&lt;br /&gt;
I could only whimper in pain&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing my pained expression&lt;br /&gt;
You cried a little, that was something new&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I was finally getting into you&lt;br /&gt;
But days later, I found out&lt;br /&gt;
You've been hanging out with new friends till dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Drinking booze and all with some female friends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I made the decision that since nothing ever works&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;
I can only do one thing I haven't done yet so far&lt;br /&gt;
That is to make myself disappear for a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;
I only hope that you will get to miss me even for just awhile&lt;br /&gt;
But if not, then it's decided then that&lt;br /&gt;
This marriage that we are into&lt;br /&gt;
Is just a mere obligation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-6203033902888003456?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/a5C5gEU3kZw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6203033902888003456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage-mere-obligation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6203033902888003456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6203033902888003456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/a5C5gEU3kZw/marriage-mere-obligation.html" title="Marriage: A Mere Obligation" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage-mere-obligation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUARn86fSp7ImA9Wx5aEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-8096152559010781445</id><published>2010-11-09T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:24:07.115+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T13:24:07.115+08:00</app:edited><title>Who Are You</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0V5ym8DfAK2XSnXHXfJxOFqBq_8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0V5ym8DfAK2XSnXHXfJxOFqBq_8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is this that I am with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he whom I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he whom I came to love for what he's shown me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he who craves for my touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he who couldn't get enough of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he who cares for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he who tries hard to make me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is he whom I can trust with all my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it all a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it all an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it all just a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I in a bad dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-8096152559010781445?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/b4QNxptvctk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8096152559010781445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-are-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/8096152559010781445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/8096152559010781445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/b4QNxptvctk/who-are-you.html" title="Who Are You" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-are-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CRX4-eSp7ImA9Wx5aEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-3715666051869747387</id><published>2010-11-09T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:17:44.051+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T13:17:44.051+08:00</app:edited><title>Stoic</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBPgVqIDhE4DvUj3-bu6fo6k5C4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBPgVqIDhE4DvUj3-bu6fo6k5C4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are my emotions going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I not feeling anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I should be sadder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be angrier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be grieving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have that feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I curse to show that I'm angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The words just come out but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really mean to say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like I'm pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just know it's the reaction needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's only emptiness inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-3715666051869747387?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/HgS6lzK7POI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3715666051869747387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/stoic.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3715666051869747387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3715666051869747387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/HgS6lzK7POI/stoic.html" title="Stoic" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/stoic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABR3k6eyp7ImA9Wx5aEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-2500759160848486369</id><published>2010-11-09T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:15:56.713+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T13:15:56.713+08:00</app:edited><title>Not Good Enough</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9ohK-SGg3fVZilSss1U-8nftBEY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9ohK-SGg3fVZilSss1U-8nftBEY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXZ3LOFx5Go/TNjYfV9fcuI/AAAAAAAAACE/d2XTdDboIsY/s1600/cheta.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXZ3LOFx5Go/TNjYfV9fcuI/AAAAAAAAACE/d2XTdDboIsY/s1600/cheta.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We take walks just about anywhere together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so do your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They walk on their own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To meet up with some pretty girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nice pair of legs under some skimpy skirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A valley in between revealing blouses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sexiest dress there is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smoothest skin ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They never fail to catch your lustful eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One glance is not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two not satisfactory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three not even near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four times until forever, your eyes can stay in that direction with no problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I talk about something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm always ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear some responses sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's always something else in your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so distant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never ever really talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm aching so bad to have a real conversation with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To have that connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be able to get into you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Alas! I'm always outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've built this wall for me not to get in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do this to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I see you laugh your heart out with someone else' company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take chats with some other girl to get their comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You drop a few compliments that will let them know they are admired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never did I have this privilege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say you love me but they're just mere words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A script that you've memorized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sweetest thing that someone can say to you but the most painful words you've said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just hangs in the air when you speak them and die easily after you're done saying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there is no love at all in there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say it out loud and I can leave without a word except "Thanks..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rather than say it to me since you're obligated to say so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-2500759160848486369?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/KO9-0bLB_No" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2500759160848486369/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-good-enough.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/2500759160848486369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/2500759160848486369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/KO9-0bLB_No/not-good-enough.html" title="Not Good Enough" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXZ3LOFx5Go/TNjYfV9fcuI/AAAAAAAAACE/d2XTdDboIsY/s72-c/cheta.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-good-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUMQ3w7cCp7ImA9WxNbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-884285772692449354</id><published>2009-11-15T07:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:18:02.208+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-18T21:18:02.208+08:00</app:edited><title>Does Flirting Affect Steady Relationships?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A study has been conducted over the issue on flirting that may affect a steady relationship. As told by Randall Parker at 2008 July 15 11:03 PM&amp;nbsp; on Brain Sexuality, men and women have different views when it comes to flirting:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Men may not see their flirtations with an attractive woman as threatening to the relationship while women do, according to findings from a study in the July issue of the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, published by the American Psychological Association. Researchers found that women protect their relationship more when an attractive man enters the picture but men look more negatively at their partner after they've met an available, attractive woman. Men can learn to resist temptation when trained to think that flirting with an attractive woman could destroy their relationship, said lead author John E. Lydon, PhD, of McGill University in Montreal. Researchers conducted seven laboratory experiments using 724 heterosexual men and women to see how college-aged men and women in serious relationships react when another attractive person enters the mix. In one study, 71 unsuspecting male participants were individually introduced to an attractive woman. Roughly half the men met a "single" woman who flirted with them. The other half met an "unavailable" woman, who simply ignored them. Immediately after this interaction, the men filled out a questionnaire in which they were asked how they would react if their "romantic partner" had done something that irritated them, such as lying about the reason for canceling a date or revealing an embarrassing tidbit about them. Men who met the attractive "available" woman were 12 percent less likely to forgive their significant others. In contrast, 58 women were put in a similar situation. These women, who met an "available" good-looking man, were 17.5 percent more likely to forgive their partners' bad behavior."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the study shown above, it is no surprise that men tend to sway off the relationship after meeting some attractive woman. They become cold to their partner and would fantasize being with the other woman. Some would even find ways to be with that other woman and never realize that they are already cheating. Women on the other hand would love their partner even more after meeting an attractive man. Their partner is the person that comes into mind first during the encounter. They find ways to prevent themselves from falling for the other man because they know that it can affect the relationship if they give in to temptation. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may appear that men in this area may be weaker than women. This could possibly be the reason why men are more susceptible in having affairs compared to women. Men always have the need for some action while women are more inclined to passive activities. Seeing an attractive woman may generate some exciting feelings to men that they can compare with the thrill in doing some rigorous activities and they would want more out of it. This can be unfair to women who devote themselves to their partner and even see to it that the relationship is protected. But then it is just the way it is. Nothing can change how men and women react for this matter. The only thing that can save a relationship from the threat of a flirtation is to keep it strong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-884285772692449354?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/vqu8ZtXgvBU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/884285772692449354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-flirting-affect-steady.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/884285772692449354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/884285772692449354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/vqu8ZtXgvBU/does-flirting-affect-steady.html" title="Does Flirting Affect Steady Relationships?" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-flirting-affect-steady.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGQX8-eip7ImA9WxNbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-2871500314804733163</id><published>2009-11-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:03:40.152+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-14T17:03:40.152+08:00</app:edited><title>Dating Tips</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is always fun and exciting when we are dating someone especially when we like the person very much. But are there things that must be done to ensure that you won't be stuck at the dating stage? Here are a few tips:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; 1. Be Yourself&lt;br /&gt;
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In a relationship, it is important to be who you are. You need to love yourself first and this will prepare you in dating someone. Seeing how confident you are will give signs to the person you are dating how well motivated you are and would attract him or her even more to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Make Each Moment Fun&lt;br /&gt;
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When having a date, don't stop by just seeing to it that the person you're dating is satisfied and happy. See to it that you get to have some fun even if it's just a simple dinner at a restaurant. Try to be creative but don't overdo it. The fun that you had will be hard to forget and your date will always look forward to seeing you again.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Communicate.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In a relationship, it is very important for a couple to communicate with each other. When you are still on the dating stage, see to it that you are already keeping the channels for communication open. This is a sure way that you can get into a deeper relationship that will flourish and grow in understanding and love.&lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; Negotiate&lt;br /&gt;
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It may be a surprise to know that negotiation is part of a relationship. There are always times when communicating is not enough especially when fights come up. At the early stage of dating, it is best to get to know each other well by indulging in activities that will bring out the kind of person that you both are. Don't limit time spent to yourselves only. Have some time for friends or relatives. In this way, you will get to know how the other copes with different situations and you can get some tips on how to negotiate during tough times that will threaten your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Nurture and Build a Strong Relationship&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;When you have already been dating steadily, you might want to move on to the next level of your relationship. Taking this step would involve a lot of things. You need to be able to provide daily appreciation, attentiveness, kindness, understanding, respect and love. All of these will let your partner feel that they are valued and cherished. As early as now while you are still dating, you might want to show your partner all of these and let them know what lies ahead; a true great love that can't be perfectly happy but still enough to survive turbulent times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-2871500314804733163?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/jpxYbN2EZPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2871500314804733163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/dating-tips.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/2871500314804733163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/2871500314804733163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/jpxYbN2EZPI/dating-tips.html" title="Dating Tips" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/dating-tips.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGQ34zeSp7ImA9WxNbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-656818371968847520</id><published>2009-11-13T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:30:22.081+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T20:30:22.081+08:00</app:edited><title>Understanding Why You're Jealous</title><content type="html">
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Did you ever encounter times when you can't understand why you're jealous?&lt;br /&gt;
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Your partner has already proven himself or herself to you as honest, faithful and trustworthy over and over again. Yet you still find yourself constantly jealous at unpredictable times.&lt;br /&gt;
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You've been trying to convince yourself of not being jealous by focusing on the good qualities of your mate but the gnawing feelings of doubt, fear and mistrust are still eating you up. You even find yourself frustrated, confused and even embarrassed by your constant display of jealousy. You might also have noticed that this has caused a lot of strain and stress on the relationship that you have with your partner. When this happens, you become a victim of your own emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are ways that can help you understand where this is all coming from. Try this out:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a piece of paper and prepare to jot down some notes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Remember the last time you felt jealous. What were you thinking at that time? How did you feel? What was that specific situation that triggered your jealousy?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Write these all down but don't over analyze.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Revisit your past and think of past love relationships you've had, educational or job experiences and also your childhood and family memories. Are there specific memories that come up to you strongly?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Then write it down. Look for similarities between this memory of the past and your most recent memory of being jealous.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having these clues, you can come up with a connection. You might have felt pain and you are still holding on to it and then it is making its way to the present. It may not even be about jealousy at all. It could have been because of betrayal or you had to stay on guard against bad things that could happen and even of not having enough of something.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you can't find a connection between the past and the present, keep thinking and dig up some more but you can always take a break for more clarity.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you have uncovered a connection, it is better for you to understand what is causing your jealousy and you can look into this and somehow find ways to heal it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Healing may take a long time but gradually you can feel the burden you've been carrying with you for a long time begin to lift up. As you slowly release the pains of the past, you'll find jealousy ease up and eventually disappear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-656818371968847520?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/_RFv1JGdQtk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/656818371968847520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/understanding-why-your-jealous.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/656818371968847520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/656818371968847520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/_RFv1JGdQtk/understanding-why-your-jealous.html" title="Understanding Why You're Jealous" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/understanding-why-your-jealous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGRn4yfip7ImA9WxNbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-4144782030208201586</id><published>2009-11-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:18:47.096+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T18:18:47.096+08:00</app:edited><title>Is Space Necessary In A Relationship?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e3PGSSi8wSuWN6hZlhic9nRa5AA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e3PGSSi8wSuWN6hZlhic9nRa5AA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.interracialvillage.com/interracialdating/InterracialDatingArticles/images/couple_hugging_udate_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.interracialvillage.com/interracialdating/InterracialDatingArticles/images/couple_hugging_udate_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is space necessary in a relationship? When couples have been together for a length of time, this question can possibly pop up. The answer can be yes or no but it actually depends on the type of person in a relationship. There are people who have a constant need of spending time alone in a day but there are also some who value being with their partner most of the time if not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to find the right amount of space that can work for both parties in a relationship. It can even get more difficult if each has a different idea of space needed. Some people really like time by themselves. If they don't find time alone, they can get stressed over it. While others, if not most, don't  like being alone that much and see to it that they get to spend time with family, friends and their partner. There are also some who are somewhere in the middle. They love spending time with their partner but they also need to be alone at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both of you fall on the same type, then things are easier and you can agree on the amount of time you get to spend with each other. But if you have conflicting ideas, that can be a big problem. If you hate being alone and your partner wants to be in solitude, and if you hang around all the time then your partner will become uncomfortable and would start thinking that you don't trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagreements on this area of the relationship can ruin a lot of things and may lead to breakups. Communication is the key to be able to resolve this. You need to be able to talk honestly about how you feel and don't let your emotions get involved. You might get surprised how talking can make your partner understand and he in turn may even express his own feelings. You can come up with an agreement and this may even save your relationship and make it even stronger and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-4144782030208201586?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/EzrECs3wkNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4144782030208201586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-space-necessary-in-relationship.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/4144782030208201586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/4144782030208201586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/EzrECs3wkNY/is-space-necessary-in-relationship.html" title="Is Space Necessary In A Relationship?" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-space-necessary-in-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ERnkyfSp7ImA9WxNbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-6396648427525646019</id><published>2009-11-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:20:07.795+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T00:20:07.795+08:00</app:edited><title>How To Know If It's True Love or Not</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nBRwH5aFYlMH_xbbZydEXxQaXsU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nBRwH5aFYlMH_xbbZydEXxQaXsU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trulylovable.com/media/533-god-can-heal-a-broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 351px;" src="http://www.trulylovable.com/media/533-god-can-heal-a-broken-heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall for someone, it's hard to tell if it's just mere infatuation or if it's really love going on. If a relationship is just based on infatuation alone, it can never work. True love involves sacrifice and unselfishness. To be able to tell if what you feel is for real, take time to look at how you are doing in your relationship and start assessing based on the few signs below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not true love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only think of your needs first.&lt;br /&gt;You get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;You need to spend all of your free time with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;You think of your partner as absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;You can't come to a compromise after fighting.&lt;br /&gt;You easily got infatuated with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it is true love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned of your partner's needs first.&lt;br /&gt;You trust your partner completely.&lt;br /&gt;You are comfortable of being apart from one another.&lt;br /&gt;You accept your partner just the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to resolve a fight and learn from it to make your relationship stronger.&lt;br /&gt;You slowly fell for your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your relationship is based mostly on the signs for untrue love, get out of the relationship now or you'll end up hurting each other even more in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-6396648427525646019?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/UBoNBbITy4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6396648427525646019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-know-if-its-true-love-or-not.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6396648427525646019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6396648427525646019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/UBoNBbITy4k/how-to-know-if-its-true-love-or-not.html" title="How To Know If It's True Love or Not" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-know-if-its-true-love-or-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QEQnw-fip7ImA9WxNbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-3189201756448740480</id><published>2009-11-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:55:03.256+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T23:55:03.256+08:00</app:edited><title>What People In Love Do</title><content type="html">
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Here are some tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who are truly in love look out for their mate's best interests as much as their own. Those in love should be concerned not only about their own individual interests, but about the interests of the other as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Love does not brag. People who are truly in love refrain from rehearsing their good traits just to show off. Bragging in a relationship often is really defensiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People in love are sensitive to each other's needs, and endeavour to meet them even when they do not feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who are truly in love control their anger when the other displeases them. We are all human, and all humans feel anger periodically, but we only express our anger in destructive ways when we are counting on someone else to meet our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who are truly in love are considerate of each other's feelings and courteous in their actions toward one another. Sadly, sarcasm is a way of life for some couples. They ridicule each other, belittle each other and trade jibes with a fury. They may say it is all in fun, but it leaves wounds that will someday become festering sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Men and women may be equal in value but different by nature. People who truly are in love give their mates "space" to develop their potential and find their fulfillment in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who are truly in love do not insist that their way is best and demand that their mates give in to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who truly love look forward to their relationship growing more meaningful and precious. They have hope. Which is an attitude that happily anticipates the good. It isn't being blind and denying that there are problems, but it does look beyond the problems. People who truly love each other do not allow their problems to rob them of their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who truly love each other treat their mates with absolute trust. Some husbands and wives torment themselves with groundless suspicions. If you look for trouble you will find it every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People who truly love each other do not take pleasure in their mate's disappointments or failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        With the tips given above, you should now be able to grow in love and give it out unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-3189201756448740480?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/i3qqjQCY3aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3189201756448740480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-people-in-love-do.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3189201756448740480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3189201756448740480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/i3qqjQCY3aw/what-people-in-love-do.html" title="What People In Love Do" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-people-in-love-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFSH05cSp7ImA9WxNUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-111250560570919161</id><published>2009-11-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:00:19.329+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T08:00:19.329+08:00</app:edited><title>Love</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HDghRPun3HlrbzRsgv4asNINa3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HDghRPun3HlrbzRsgv4asNINa3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hayleybailey.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/love11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 312px;" src="http://hayleybailey.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/love11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love has been defined in many ways. It is such an intense feeling felt with either pure happiness or painful misery. Many people became great individuals because of love. The cruelest people have changed and became the meekest people there is because of it too. No words can explain or describe what love really is but here are some love basics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you tell someone that you love them, say it with your heart. Love that is spoken from within is like music to the ears of the one who hears it. Show your intention through your words but don’t stop by just saying it. You must show it too with your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Understand the person you love and accept who they are. Do not control the person for he has a mind of his own too. Love is so much sweeter when you know it is not you forcing the person to love you back the way you want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give love that is boundless and without conditions. When you love someone just because they can make your life complete and easier, then that is not love. If you set expectations that the person should meet and ask him to become what you want him to be then you are not loving at all but just merely keeping someone that can fill in the missing pieces of your life which is wrong. Love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Loving someone doesn’t necessarily mean that your love will be returned. It is never a guarantee that when you love, so shall you be loved as well. Love with all your heart and expect nothing in return. That is the true essence of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The one you love may not stay forever with you. There is always a possibility that you will lose that person. Before that happens, be thankful of the chance of being with that person now and cherish each moment with him. People sometimes are already too late in realizing what they have when they’ve already lost it. Knowing that the person you love can suddenly disappear may make you give more attention to that person and you become too possessive. Don’t let it go that far or you’ll end up pushing them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When love goes wrong and you are left alone with a broken heart, don’t give up. Continue loving and you’ll surely be rewarded with a greater love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never a failure once you’ve already expressed to someone your love and it is never too late or too soon to start loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-111250560570919161?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/1-aX56LIVNc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111250560570919161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/111250560570919161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/111250560570919161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/1-aX56LIVNc/love.html" title="Love" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDSXs5eSp7ImA9WxNUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-6138783033632605354</id><published>2009-11-11T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:31:18.521+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T19:31:18.521+08:00</app:edited><title>Childhood Memoirs</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H2YN6BGKuyEQYy0I4SPu0wobfR8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H2YN6BGKuyEQYy0I4SPu0wobfR8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/*D7qbJCQZ*32PNEK*IlT-uIvj979-XUfTal8ehvL8HD7xvHeB63C0okwjjdmdAto2ZGOb-o8x6Z3vK*pTIoUIWqCui6Po1Wh/bigstockphoto_Happy_Children_1375713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 311px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/*D7qbJCQZ*32PNEK*IlT-uIvj979-XUfTal8ehvL8HD7xvHeB63C0okwjjdmdAto2ZGOb-o8x6Z3vK*pTIoUIWqCui6Po1Wh/bigstockphoto_Happy_Children_1375713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years have passed and when I look back through all those years, I can’t help but reminisce the childhood years. Those carefree  and fun filled days of games and laughter with friends. Not a care in the world. No knowledge of the bigger world around me. The innocence. Being happy with simple things. It’s just me and my child world. To be able to run around and play with pets. To climb trees or go bicycling. To play tag or hide and seek. To play with dolls and toy cars. To have fun with school work. To be able to do foolish things and get away with it without being blamed or condemned coz you’re only a child. To be cradled in your parents arms or to sit on your grandparents lap and listen to interesting ghost stories. When you're a child, you don’t worry of tomorrow or the past. You’re just enjoying each day that comes your way. You don’t worry about money to spend for bigger things. You can be happy with just a candy. You know nothing of malice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now things have changed, I’m a big girl now in a really big and complicated world. I sometimes find myself looking back to the past and lovely years and almost always worry of what the future might bring. I’ve gained some friends and met a lot of people. Learned a lot of things and realities in life… It really is not easy being a grownup but somehow I’m surviving and striving to move forward to the end of my days here. But whenever things get too painful or difficult for me to handle, I go out and escape back into the young world that I once knew…A happy place to be…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-6138783033632605354?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/qkrJnzcYZGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6138783033632605354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood-memoirs.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6138783033632605354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/6138783033632605354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/qkrJnzcYZGU/childhood-memoirs.html" title="Childhood Memoirs" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood-memoirs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFQXY5eyp7ImA9WxNUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-925517790141144908</id><published>2009-11-11T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:05:10.823+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T07:05:10.823+08:00</app:edited><title>What Happens If (Will You Still Love Me?)</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ASPkGxV3BDQy_kF5cuQoQ3eOe14/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ASPkGxV3BDQy_kF5cuQoQ3eOe14/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/store/imgs/witty_square_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/store/imgs/witty_square_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, some things about me change?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, I get old and wrinkly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, my hair becomes gray and dull?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, I no longer laugh the way I used to when you first met me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, my eyes would no longer have that spark that amazes you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, I can no longer make you smile or laugh like I used to?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if, I loose my patience and go out of control?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens if,  I would no longer smell like perfume but stench all over?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you still love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is your love boundless?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it just love for its name and not for its true meaning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-925517790141144908?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/w7RNMSzsVu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/925517790141144908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-happens-if-will-you-still-love-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/925517790141144908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/925517790141144908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/w7RNMSzsVu0/what-happens-if-will-you-still-love-me.html" title="What Happens If (Will You Still Love Me?)" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-happens-if-will-you-still-love-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MBQ3c5eCp7ImA9WxJTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-3497977097409646615</id><published>2009-04-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:30:52.920+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T21:30:52.920+08:00</app:edited><title>Communicating With Your Partner</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MbeH17dBsNCn1SbJlk7rNy43-xE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MbeH17dBsNCn1SbJlk7rNy43-xE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/11_01/LoversGazeREX_468x304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 234px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/11_01/LoversGazeREX_468x304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication isn't about how much you say but whether each person grasps the other's perspective. If your partner is a reluctant talker, you may be unwittingly fueling his reticence. When he states his case, do you launch a counterattack? Criticize his reasoning? Get upset? If so, he may keep quiet for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Useful Communication Technique of All Time is deceptively simple, but it works like magic। Next time your partner makes a point, take a moment to digest whatever he is saying. Then say it back to him. Maybe not word for word, but you have to get the gist—and you can't stop trying until your partner agrees you've nailed it. Switch roles and repeat. Once you're not so busy explaining yourself to someone who just doesn't get it, you can look for compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is not just about talking. It also involves listening. Listening is when you actually understand what the other person is saying. Next time your partner talks, take time to listen and not just hear what he says. He'll do the same when he knows his point is being taken into consideration. &lt;span&gt;In this way, you'll understand each other better and what will start as an argument may end up in understanding and make your relationship even stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-3497977097409646615?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/EC1b3IXz9bc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3497977097409646615/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/communicating-with-your-partner.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3497977097409646615?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3497977097409646615?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/EC1b3IXz9bc/communicating-with-your-partner.html" title="Communicating With Your Partner" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/communicating-with-your-partner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFRXwzfSp7ImA9WxVaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-6338106523615613324</id><published>2009-04-16T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:11:54.285+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T02:11:54.285+08:00</app:edited><title>Infidelity</title><content type="html">
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When we want to set a meeting with someone, all we need to do is pick up the phone and call that person or go online and drop a message to that person via email or chat. We can view people from web cameras even if they are far from us. This is a very convenient means of communication and everybody is enjoying it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, sad to say, this is also the reason why a lot of families have been broken and relationships between couples have gone sour and ended up in split ups. How it happens? Here are the steps:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. “Uhmm…I’d like to have a chat online…this is harmless my (wife/husband or bf/gf) won’t get hurt coz this is just a friendly conversation…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. You chat with that person every now and then coz he/she is fun to chat with plus you use the webcam to view that person. You feel excitement at the thought of communicating with him/her again and would always look forward to it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. You start exchanging phone numbers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. You exchange text messages and sometimes call each other. (Nothing wrong with this…we are just friends)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. You set a date to meet and have an “innocent dinner together” somewhere.(Some inform their wives/husbands or bfs/gfs and some don’t bother and just make other excuses to go out somewhere.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. You start meeting each other often. (You still think it’s harmless. But deep inside you know you want more out of this.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. You find out that you are beginning to like the person and find that person attractive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. You start losing interest with the one you are in  a relationship with and begin to do comparisons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. One day you find yourself in bed and having a steamy sex with the person you just met online.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. You then reconsider things and begin to think that you love this person and that you can’t lose him/her. It’s time for you to leave the one you are  hooked up with. Anyway you lost your love for that person already so why do you still have to stick around?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. You finally let the bomb explode (that is if the other person doesn’t find out first) and leave for good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This has been happening a lot around the world lately and the percentage of broken families and  relationships now has a higher rate compared to the past where snail mail was a fad. This has become a normal occurence that I fear the day when everyone goes numb whenever this happens and everyone can just exchange their partners anytime they want to. What about the essence of Love? The sweetness of it? The great value that it has? The beauty of two people in love, growing old together,having kids and the contentment and happiness they have by just being with each other? What about the children of those who break up and go on their separate ways? Will these children think that it’s okay because anyway they can have a new mom/dad?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lust can be mistaken for love especially when little acts of friendly conversations(in truth it’s called “Flirtation”) turn out to be nice. No one would have the notion that this can lead to harmful events in the following days to come. One thing is for sure though, you are hurting someone even if you don’t think that is the case. You are breaking someone’s heart unknowingly when that someone trusts and loves you so much. Now, is it really good to flirt with people when you are in a relationship? Anyway it’s just for fun, right?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-5065589173398044678?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/syuVTq7eQvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5065589173398044678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/modern-society-how-it-destroys.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/5065589173398044678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/5065589173398044678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/syuVTq7eQvA/modern-society-how-it-destroys.html" title="Modern Society (How It Destroys Relationships)" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/modern-society-how-it-destroys.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIBQXkyeyp7ImA9WxVaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-2995062430530142836</id><published>2009-04-16T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:02:30.793+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T02:02:30.793+08:00</app:edited><title>Fear of Men and of What They Can Do To You</title><content type="html">
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Even those who were married for many years to their wives somehow find their way into the sack with another woman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve seen it happen to almost every one I know and care about. It all begins when the husband begins to criticize what the wife does like the way she cooks, how she looks, and so on. He begins to be so conscious of his looks like a teenager inlove for the first time. And when troubled with the thought of being found out, he stares into nowhere and would not even hear or see the TV show he is supposed to be watching. He goes home late and would be very hesitant to hand over his mobile phone if his wife or kids would like to use it. And the most ironic thing is the wife is always the last one to find out about the “affair”. Everybody knows but could not tell her. When she does find out about it, constant fights would start and the usual quite dinner with the family would become a boxing arena or a debate stage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because of this, I became afraid of marriage. I got so afraid of it that I did not want to fall in love with any man at all. I didn’t care if I had to grow up and be an old maid. As long as I can save myself from all the hurt, then I would do it. I did not want to have kids and God forbid, let them experience the pain of betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;But then you can’t stop your heart from falling in love. The moment that man who is meant for you comes across your path and the moment your eyes meet and something, a very wonderful feeling, arises from within which they call “LOVE”, you can’t just ignore it. We are all inclined to give love and experience love. We have all been created this way. And that certain man did come across my path and I did not stop myself from falling. He came too early I guess. I was totally unprepared and still struggling with the thoughts of the evilness man can do to their wives.  Yes, I was afraid but I took the risk because I love him.And that love is much greater than that fear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I can only pray and hope and trust that he won’t look at another woman and that I can’t give him a reason to leave. And hope that our children in the future will always have their mom and dad with them until they grow up and have their own families; that the family will stay intact no matter what.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Loving someone is a great risk of getting hurt in the process but what matters most is that you are giving love and being loved.”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-2995062430530142836?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/d13XCytQZ8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2995062430530142836/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-of-men-and-of-what-they-can-do-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/2995062430530142836?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/2995062430530142836?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/d13XCytQZ8E/fear-of-men-and-of-what-they-can-do-to.html" title="Fear of Men and of What They Can Do To You" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-of-men-and-of-what-they-can-do-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQERXY7eSp7ImA9WxVaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-8767830164527210932</id><published>2009-04-16T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:58:24.801+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T01:58:24.801+08:00</app:edited><title>Things That Make Me Insane</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MepTe9_Zp0OxCuThW7O_0SxiWpA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MepTe9_Zp0OxCuThW7O_0SxiWpA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insidesocal.com/tv/insane%20insanity%20plea%20straight%20jacket%20crazy%20nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.insidesocal.com/tv/insane%20insanity%20plea%20straight%20jacket%20crazy%20nuts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in between signs and details too much and give meaning to them and I end up hurting myself. When people are just innocently doing their own business, I somehow translate it into something else and it will always be directed at me like they’re mad at me for something I don’t know. Sometimes I hurt people around me when I tell them what I’m thinking about a certain situation. Maybe I’m a masochist and a sadist at the same time. I have the tendency to hurt myself by just my mere thoughts of paranoia. And this happens almost everyday. I don’t like being alone because my thoughts would eat me. And I don’t like being with anybody because I hurt myself with the thought of what the other might be thinking about me. If I can be in the middle of these two situations, of not being alone and not being with anybody, I’d stay in that place. If I can only free my mind of these crazy things I always think about then I can live my life quietly, away from these thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-8767830164527210932?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/MV2ppjLQDkw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8767830164527210932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-me-insane.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/8767830164527210932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/8767830164527210932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/MV2ppjLQDkw/things-that-make-me-insane.html" title="Things That Make Me Insane" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-me-insane.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUEQHo5fip7ImA9WxVaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-3259776535835931937</id><published>2009-04-16T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:56:41.426+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T01:56:41.426+08:00</app:edited><title>Maybe I Am Too</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kSwjB5Nzx0sj4cT_wiYevUXuIZI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kSwjB5Nzx0sj4cT_wiYevUXuIZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/too_much.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 208px;" src="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/15/too_much.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Maybe I am too sensitive…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I get hurt too easily…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I want to be loved too much…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’m an attention seeker…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’m too much of a perfectionist…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’m too idealistic…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’ve seen too much romance movies…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’ve read too much novels…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’m overly paranoid…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’m a pessimist…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I can’t tolerate modern kind of love…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I value trust and devotion too much…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’m overdoing things…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know whichever it is…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or maybe I’m just purely insane…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-3259776535835931937?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/0yCpm4gE9BI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3259776535835931937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/too.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3259776535835931937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/3259776535835931937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/0yCpm4gE9BI/too.html" title="Maybe I Am Too" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/too.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBSX0_fCp7ImA9WxJQF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848905701271436564.post-637281917624101723</id><published>2009-04-16T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:30:58.344+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T15:30:58.344+08:00</app:edited><title>Death Trip</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6ordzhnt8sHfpEKrQ-fJfh0wgA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M6ordzhnt8sHfpEKrQ-fJfh0wgA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conker-base.com/Bilder/death%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.conker-base.com/Bilder/death%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Found this poem when I was rummaging through my college notes the other day. Memories started to flow and I remembered the day I wrote this with a broken heart when I realized I never loved the person from the beginning. I don’t regret it though ‘coz I learned a lot of things from him so that when I finally met my true love, I knew what not to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the night covers the golden day,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear myself begin to pray;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love that was never felt inside,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes this heart seem to be crucified&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Commitment is but a hard thing to do,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But here I am committed to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Questions set in asking why,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I say nothing but a sigh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thrill of it was all I was thinking,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now sadness is where I’m drowning&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regret covers my whole and entire soul,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it is with you I cannot fall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;To confess of love was a mistake from the start,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found no reason to break your heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now here I am in a relationship,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;That seems more like a Death Trip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848905701271436564-637281917624101723?l=kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~4/fCkwQhXcDfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/637281917624101723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-trip.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/637281917624101723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848905701271436564/posts/default/637281917624101723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gimq/~3/fCkwQhXcDfE/death-trip.html" title="Death Trip" /><author><name>Kythera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325552541002608857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TbuAn2vNAg/TZAta-Fr0_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ImdZOyyi2c/s220/pic.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kythera-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

