<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870380736514749413</id><updated>2024-11-01T15:29:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Quotes</title><subtitle type='html'>by: Jhoi Esplana</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870380736514749413/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotigirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11037393858723668696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870380736514749413.post-119717557390622852</id><published>2012-09-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-28T17:47:09.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy being me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;For most of my &lt;a href=&quot;http://shout4joy13.lifeblog.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;life&lt;/a&gt; I had an issue with 
my weight.&amp;nbsp; My weight was the only thing I couldnt control, 
everything else around me was controlled for me from wha&lt;/span&gt;t
 I wore to who I associated with.  I became obsessed with being thin.thatas why i dont want to have ashort hair coz i think its not fit wearing a shorter hair is not appropriateabout my looks... I 
felt that only if I were thin they would loved me &amp;amp; accepted. I abused 
my body, just as I was being abused really. I starved myself, took 
copious amounts of diet tablets during my highschool days so I could be slim and look sexy. But unfortunately diets pills has so many side effects, i&amp;nbsp; just read an article about slimming pills,some says it can cause you a dry throat,palpitation,and it can cause you a cancer too! thats why i just stop using them. That
 was a time in my life after I  had my 3 children &amp;amp; in my 30&#39;s. Over the past 
few years I have gained quiet a bit of weight due to excessive eating...junkfoods,carbo foods,and more sweets, softdrinks. And to think&amp;nbsp; thats okay.  I
 threw the scale away long ago,  It is an issue for many woman who 
think that because they aren&#39;t a size 0 they are unacceptable and 
unloveable......I want to say to you, CELEBRATE WHO YOU ARE, YOUR 
CURVES, YOUR DIMPLES, because we have eranted them for one by giving 
birth to our beautiful children and perhaps copy this picture if you 
find yourself having to stand on the scale every morning obsessing.... being overweight doesn&#39;t make you either lazy or not lazy. Most people 
like to label everything and unfortunately overweight people sometimes 
get stuck with &quot;lazy&quot;. I&#39;ve known several overweight people and they 
were not lazy. I&#39;m overweight myself and I&#39;m not lazy and never have 
been although I&#39;m working hard right now to change my eating habits to 
more healthier choices. Maybe in a few months when people see me they 
won&#39;t think &quot;lazy&quot;. If that&#39;s what they think when they see me then who 
cares? That&#39;s their problem, not mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Paano ka gaganahan magmahal kung ang uso ngayon ay paramihan. USO BA? Sakin hindi. Sa iba siguro oo. Ang malas mo naman kung ganun. Kailangan mong maging stalker sa BF/GF mo para malaman mo lang ang totoo na hindi lang ikaw ang tao sa buhay niya. Kaya lang, ba&#39;t ginagawa ng iba yon? Dahil ba hindi sila kontento sa isang tao? Sa mga babaeng timer: Sana hindi mo na lang sinagot ang lalaking nanliligaw sayo. Kung alam mo lang anong pangit ang iniisip ng iba sayo. Iisipin nila isa kang kaladkarin na babae. Babae ka pa naman. Ang pangit tignan. Para kang uhaw sa mga lalaki. May nakilala nakong ganto, ipinagmalaki pa nga ee. Syempre ako naman, Yuck na lang pumasok sa isip ko na sinabi niya sakin yon. Sa mga lalaking timer: Siraulo pala kayo ee. Feeling niyo dagdag pogi points ang maraming babae sa buhay niyo. Sa opinyon ko, mag dota ka na lang kesa mam-babae. Sabi nga ng matatanda, &quot;ang babae parang bulalak, huwag mong pipitasin kung sisirain mo lang.&quot; Tandaan: Sa bawat bagay na ginagawa mo, may naghihintay na pasakit o kapalit. Karma...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can&#39;t live without you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;...&lt;/h2&gt;
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SOrry .. It Was WrOng ..&lt;br /&gt;
Now I Can .. !! =)... COZ The Day You Left Me,&lt;br /&gt;
I Realized THAT No Matter How Much I CRY OR FIGHT ...&lt;br /&gt;
UR Not THE ONE FOR ME... God Has Made SomeOne Better For Me Than YOU...!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Today before you think of saying an Unkind word;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;- Think of someone who can&#39;t Speak.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;... Before you Complain about the Taste of your food;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who has nothing to Eat.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before you complain about your Husband or Wife;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who&#39;s crying out to God for a Companion.. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Today before you complain about Life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Today before you think of saying an Unkind word;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;- Think of someone who can&#39;t Speak.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;... Before you Complain about the Taste of your food;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who has nothing to Eat.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before you complain about your Husband or Wife;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who&#39;s crying out to God for a Companion.. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Today before you complain about Life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who went too early to Heaven.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before you complain about your Children;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who desires Children, but they&#39;re Barren.. =$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before you argue about who Cleans up your Dirty house;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of the people who are living in the Streets.. =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before whining about the Distance you drive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who walks the same distance on their feet.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;And when you are Tired and complain about your Job;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of the Unemployed, the Disabled and those who wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;They had your Job.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;But before you think of Pointing the finger or condemning another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Remember that nobody is Perfect or without Faults.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;And when depressing Thoughts seem to get you down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Put a Smile on your face and be Thankful you&#39;re Alive and still around..♥ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Life is a Gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Live It, Enjoy It, Celebrate It And fulfil It..♥ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;eone who went too early to Heaven.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before you complain about your Children;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who desires Children, but they&#39;re Barren.. =$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before you argue about who Cleans up your Dirty house;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of the people who are living in the Streets.. =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Before whining about the Distance you drive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of someone who walks the same distance on their feet.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;And when you are Tired and complain about your Job;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Think of the Unemployed, the Disabled and those who wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;They had your Job.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;But before you think of Pointing the finger or condemning another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Remember that nobody is Perfect or without Faults.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;And when depressing Thoughts seem to get you down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;-Put a Smile on your face and be Thankful you&#39;re Alive and still around..♥ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Life is a Gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Live It, Enjoy It, Celebrate It And fulfil It..♥ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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*A BROKEN HEART is when you actually refuse to get out of bed in the morning because you are afraid of the reality that awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is when you think about the individual that broke your heart constantly. You reminisce the “Good Times” almost as if the “Bad Times” never existed.&lt;br /&gt;
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*A BROKEN HEART is when you are crying yourself to sleep every night &amp;amp; yet crying more &amp;amp; more each morning.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is the unforgettable smell of his shirt that sits in that empty box; stowed away.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is the cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear the syllables of his name.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is glancing at the pictures of the two of you, &amp;amp; then quickly turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is re-reading his ancient letters &amp;amp; putting away the jewelry that he once bought for you.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is secretly wanting to run back to him &amp;amp; secretly wanting to just be loved by him again.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is asking desperately for just one last chance with the only person responsible for your loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is pretending to not care what his friends are saying about you.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you have dialed the first three digits to his number.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is screaming &amp;amp; begging for a second chance inside.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is the emptiness &amp;amp; heart-wrenching feeling you encounter when you see him with his new love.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is knowing that no matter what you do or say to yourself, you can’t fool your heart into believing that you will in fact “Be Alright.”&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is seeing him, &amp;amp; even though it may be the hardest thing that you have ever had to do, you decide to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART is listening to that one song that makes you break down over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;
*A BROKEN HEART sometimes means: not wanting to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
well for me all of the above...&lt;br /&gt;
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