<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:41.886+08:00</updated><category term='expecting'/><category term='reminds me'/><category term='graphic artist'/><category term='likes this'/><category term='thrill of getting caught'/><category term='artsy'/><category term='kabadtrip ka'/><category term='falling out of love'/><category term='macamurit'/><category term='band'/><category term='two days'/><category term='the bad boy'/><category term='Landi much'/><category term='jerkdom'/><category term='sacrament of waiting'/><category term='Tigerwoods'/><category term='September of 2008'/><category term='why wait'/><category term='hopeless romantic'/><category term='korni'/><category term='2011 happy single life'/><category term='distressed'/><category term='happy thoughts'/><category term='baduy'/><category term='Dear Self'/><category term='RRR'/><category term='My Firsts'/><category term='why are we still friends?'/><category term='no boyfriend'/><category term='happy single life'/><category term='didn&apos;t hurt'/><category term='Work and Affairs'/><category term='missing someone'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='cheesy'/><category term='play around'/><category term='unwanted date'/><category term='finding soulmate'/><category term='tanga ka'/><category term='shallow'/><category term='falling in love'/><category term='young dad'/><category term='Chinita'/><category term='Highschool love affairs'/><category term='hoping'/><category term='ym'/><category term='mid life crisis'/><category term='legal na nobya'/><category term='single'/><category term='Waiting'/><category term='Goodbye 2010'/><category term='boyfriend-girlfriend issues'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Love letter for my mentor'/><category term='gravity'/><category term='how are you?'/><category term='rebonded'/><category term='certified player'/><category term='moving on 2011'/><category term='jerk spell'/><category term='protective possessive player'/><category term='dating to find the one'/><category term='Flirting attached men'/><category term='serious relationship'/><category term='Pamaglugud'/><category term='Where&apos;s happiness?'/><category term='Waiting in love'/><category term='kras'/><category term='you matter more to me'/><category term='questions'/><category term='first love'/><category term='jerks'/><category term='kabaduyan'/><title type='text'>Happy Single Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a diary of a 22 year old girl pretending to be a woman and how she tries to find happiness in being single while waiting for Mr. Right.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-5067175396875300002</id><published>2011-07-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T19:46:04.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No message from you</title><content type='html'>I didn't get any message for the past couple of days. No calls, no emails, no SMS, no chat. It means I have to move on. Just in time for my new work which just started today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-5067175396875300002?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/5067175396875300002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-message-from-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/5067175396875300002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/5067175396875300002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-message-from-you.html' title='No message from you'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-8459935536587390445</id><published>2011-07-15T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:14:57.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><title type='text'>Please get in touch with me in the next couple of days</title><content type='html'>Dear LM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you making it so hard for me? I cant help but wonder whether you're just playing me around or not. Im trying hard not to expect anything from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to see you. I was hoping to talk to you and hug you before I start my new job. I look forward to hear your tips, your recommended dos and don'ts. You just don't know how much I trust you. You don't know how much I am dying to laugh with you. I got used of seeing you around, talking to you, having coffee with you, having dinner with you, watching movies with you. And yet, it feels that you're so far away. It feels that i don't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for a text message asking for a coffee date but I didn't get it from you. I got it from another friend. I was hoping for a videoke invitation but I received it from my new barkadas. I was hoping that you would call me because I am thinking that you also long to hear my voice; but then, this new close friend of mine, calls me more often and talks to me longer on the phone. You even made me wait for an hour or two during meet ups. And what hurts more is when you weren't able to come on my last dinner with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me that I just misinterpreted everything because I felt the sincerity in your heart during those days. Anyway, I wish I would hear from you in the &lt;b&gt;next couple of days&lt;/b&gt;. Because if not I guess that means I have to completely ignore your face that's popping on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-8459935536587390445?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/8459935536587390445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-get-in-touch-with-me-in-next-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/8459935536587390445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/8459935536587390445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-get-in-touch-with-me-in-next-2.html' title='Please get in touch with me in the next couple of days'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-4478164296855391198</id><published>2011-07-11T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:46:15.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling out of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landi much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling in love'/><title type='text'>Falling In and Out of Love</title><content type='html'>Recently, I no longer had the urge to write about random shallow things about romance. Perhaps the feelings that I have towards someone (if there is any) is not that intense to encourage me to sing happy songs, smile all day and give cheesy meanings to any statement or quotes that I read, hear or remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that guy who said that I am still a kid, I feel sorry that I did not get to write the mix of emotions that I have towards him. A lot of things are running in my mind over that 2 months. Yet, due to my uncertainty and my fears of falling for the wrong person, the wrong time and wrong reasons, my fingers were held tight from writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I can do is to reminisce how stupid I was. The logger-headed me got mesmerized by a guy opposite of my dreams. Haha! and the irony of it, that guy has been in my dreams for a number of nights. He is always the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last one to cross my mind before I close my eyes at night. He is the dude I long to talk to over the phone and receive text messages from. His coffee invitation makes me jump to excitement that I later ended to always initiate the meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I've already dreamed of him as my husband despite all our opposites... the age gap, and body built difference. Yet, I feel so comfortable being with him. All the shallow talks, foolish jokes and witty comments have compensated everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also don't know how hard I tried not to let anybody know how I feel. I am not sure whether he has  mentioned those dates that we had to anybody. But as for me, I was controlling myself so much from saying anything because I was afraid that I was just overanalyzing the things that he does and says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have another confession to make, I was rereading his old skype messages to me. I got to backread until November 2010. And it made me wonder, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;has he felt anything for me during that time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Haha! And one more thing, I also hate Facebook because it started saving chat conversations just recently. I can no longer read backread those &lt;i&gt;Landi much&lt;/i&gt; chats with him. If these chat messages were still there, I've probably read them a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all I am just trying to say is that I fell in love with him. But now, I am not sure if I've already fallen out of love. Is it that fast or is it just his absence that makes me think that the feeling is gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-4478164296855391198?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/4478164296855391198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/07/falling-in-and-out-of-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/4478164296855391198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/4478164296855391198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/07/falling-in-and-out-of-love.html' title='Falling In and Out of Love'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-8481374358160000416</id><published>2011-06-11T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:42:10.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you matter more to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><title type='text'>You matter more to me</title><content type='html'>It's frustrating how your presence matters so much to me... how much I want to see you... how I long to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I backread all of our skype conversations, I missed you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont understand myself, for I almost cried when you sent me the text message last night that you'll "try to follow". When I realized that the message means  there is no certainty that I can see you last night, I felt extreme disappointment. And since I know that I do not have the right to be mad at you, I hated myself more for feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Badtrip&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;i&gt; Bat ganito ang epekto mo sa ken???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was happy when I went to bed last night for I got to kiss your cheek again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-8481374358160000416?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/8481374358160000416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-matter-more-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/8481374358160000416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/8481374358160000416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-matter-more-to-me.html' title='You matter more to me'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-1894386645615439678</id><published>2011-05-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:44:19.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='didn&apos;t hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 happy single life'/><title type='text'>It didn't hurt</title><content type='html'>Funny when you realized that you have really moved on. Some may not believe it, but it can happen easily. Or perhaps I never really loved the person, I just loved the idea of being inlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, my friend asked me if I was hurt last night. I said, "No". A single word, without any explanation. I just knew it didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I realized just now, it's supposed to hurt last night but I was glad all night long.  Or if it haven't sunk in yet that night, I should've felt it today. But na... Last night was one of the blast. I'm happy and I see things on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question now is, Why did I moved on that fast and that easy? (chuckles...) I have an idea but it's something I have yet to confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-1894386645615439678?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/1894386645615439678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-didnt-hurt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1894386645615439678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1894386645615439678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-didnt-hurt.html' title='It didn&apos;t hurt'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-6504252732426623342</id><published>2011-05-06T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T14:20:49.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrament of waiting'/><title type='text'>The Sacrament of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sharing this article forwarded by one of my girlfriends. A good read for all the singles out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacrament of Waiting&lt;br /&gt;by Fr. James Donelan, S.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW69G2NzFn8/TcTkUdxBFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/lVUs1sFyheU/s1600/51958668_58717c046a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW69G2NzFn8/TcTkUdxBFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/lVUs1sFyheU/s320/51958668_58717c046a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603854876594476322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The English poet John Milton wrote that those who serve only also stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render the highest form of service. Waiting requires&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; more discipline&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more self-control and emotional maturity, more unshakable faith in our cause, more unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our hearts&lt;/span&gt; that all the greatest deeds of derring-do go by the name of action.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Waiting is a mystery - a natural sacrament of life - there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives. Everyday is filled with those little moments of waiting (testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self-control). We wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or show up for a date. We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and circuses. Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots are great temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the arrival of a loved one - or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of hand. We wait for springs to come - or autumn - for the rains to begin and stop. And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for the next stop.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We wait for graduation, for our first job, our first promotion. We wait for success and recognition. We wait to grow up - to reach the stage where we make our own decisions. We cannot remove this waiting from our lives. It is a part of the tapestry of living - the fabric in which the threads are woven to tell the story of our lives. Yet current philosophies would have us forget the need to wait. "Grab all the gusto you can get!" So reads one of America's greatest beer ads - get it now! Instant pleasure, instant transcendence. Do not wait for anything. Life is short - eat, drink and be merry because tomorrow you will die. And so they rationalize us into accepting unlicensed and irresponsible freedom - pre-marital sex&lt;br /&gt;and extra marital affairs - they warn against attachments and commitments - against expecting&lt;br /&gt;anything of anybody, or allowing them to expect anything of us - against dropping any anchors in the currents of our life that will cause us to hold and wait.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This may be the correct prescription for pleasure - but even that is fleeting and doubtful - what was it Shakespeare said about the mad pursuit of pleasure - "Past reason hunted, and once had, past reason hated."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not if we wish to be real human beings, spirit as well as flesh, soul as well as heart, we have to learn to wait. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For if we never learn to wait, we will never learn to love someone other than ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For most of all waiting means waiting for someone else. It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind of leaf falling from a tree. Anyone who has loved knows how much waiting goes into it -how much waiting is important for love to grow, to flourish through a lifetime. Why is this? Why can we not have it right now what we so desperately want and need? Why must we wait - two years, three years - and seemingly waste so much time? You might as well ask why a tree should take so long to bear fruit - the seed to flower - carbon to change to diamond. There is no simple answer - no more than there is to life's other demands - having to say goodbye to someone you love because either you or they have made other commitments; or because they have to grow and find the meaning of their own lives - having yourself to leave home and loved ones to find your own path - good-byes, like waiting, are also sacraments of our lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All we know is that growth - the budding, the flowering of love needs patient waiting. We have to give each other a time to grow. There is no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except through time. So we give each other that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mysterious gift of waiting - of being present without asking demands and rewards.&lt;/span&gt; There is nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity of our love. But there is life in the gift we give. So lovers wait for each other - until they can see things the same way - or let each other freely see things in quite different ways.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain the balance of intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait - in silence - but still present to each other - until the pain subsides to an ache and then only a memory and the threads of the tapestry can be woven together again in a single love story. What do we lose when we refuse to wait; when we try to find shortcuts through life - when we try to incubate love and rush blindly and foolishly into a commitment we are neither mature nor responsible enough to assume? We lose the hope of truly loving or of being loved. Think of all the great love stories of history and literature - isn't it of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but common mystery - that waiting is part of the substance -the basic fabric against which the story of that true love is written. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How can we ever find either life or true love if we are too impatient to wait for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waiting is a good thing only if something is worth waiting for. How will you know if it's worth it? Gut feel. What if you don't trust your gut? Pray.&lt;/span&gt; You will be enlightened. Trust me. Is it wrong to expect while waiting? It's not wrong, but it will increase your chances of heartbreak and disappointment if things don't work out in the end. Is it good to expect while waiting? It is better to HOPE. What's the difference between hoping and expecting? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOPING means you're open to either side of the coin landing though you're more inclined to believe that things will turn out well.&lt;/span&gt; EXPECTING means you're thinking single-track... which won't do you much good at all. What's the difference between waiting and expecting? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXPECTING is waiting for something TO DEFINITELY HAPPEN. WAITING is staying where you are, but not necessarily expecting something to happen definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you need assurance from someone you're waiting for while you're waiting? Ideally, yes. But realistically, do you really want assurance from this person? It's so easy to just point at something and make that the reason why you're waiting ("Because she said..." "Because he told me that..."). With WAITING, all you really can rely on are three things: your gut feel, your heart and mind. Just YOURSELF, not anyone else. So should you wait? What does your gut say? How does your heart feel? What does your mind think? If they're saying different things, keep asking yourself these three questions (and pray!) until you get a solid answer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THEN you'll know if he or she is worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Image taken from http://www.flickr.com/photos/tobyloc/51958668/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-6504252732426623342?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/6504252732426623342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/05/sacrament-of-waiting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/6504252732426623342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/6504252732426623342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/05/sacrament-of-waiting.html' title='The Sacrament of Waiting'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW69G2NzFn8/TcTkUdxBFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/lVUs1sFyheU/s72-c/51958668_58717c046a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-7492072982474895476</id><published>2011-04-06T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:23:44.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are we still friends?'/><title type='text'>Why are we still friends?</title><content type='html'>by 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is the soundtrack of my week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do almost everything that lovers do&lt;br /&gt;And that's why it's hard just to be friends with you&lt;br /&gt;And everytime your heart is broken by the fool&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you should be with me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, why are we still friends?&lt;br /&gt;When everything says we should be more than what we are&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I find someone that I like&lt;br /&gt;We always end up being just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate for you to find somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Who you really love&lt;br /&gt;Cause it could mean losing you&lt;br /&gt;But am I a fool boy not to say&lt;br /&gt;If I'm always scared I'll lose you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Somehow someway I've got to choose&lt;br /&gt;Got to choose no matter if it's win or lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like your sister&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your best friend&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be your lover&lt;br /&gt;When will this end?&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I want to be in your life?&lt;br /&gt;If you could be the woman in mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-7492072982474895476?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/7492072982474895476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-are-we-still-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/7492072982474895476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/7492072982474895476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-are-we-still-friends.html' title='Why are we still friends?'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-594608931058983055</id><published>2011-03-06T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:20:34.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating to find the one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding soulmate'/><title type='text'>Dating and Finding the One</title><content type='html'>I met with my Wise Up girls again yesterday. We talked about my unsuccessful date, the funny and awkward things that happened to me that Friday. We laughed at the different scenes of my first blind date. And they all came to a conclusion that going on a date with someone you haven't met before is not a good idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the youngest and most idealistic, I was forcing my friend who is 20 months older than me to start dating. But she refused and said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Forcing yourself to fall in love just because you think it’s your turn is not a good idea."&lt;/span&gt; According to her, she is not yet ready to enter a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that though people have different level of mental and emotional maturity in entering a real and serious relationship, we have to consider the biological maturity of our body. We cannot deny that women's body has an expiration date which is earlier than men's. As I grew older and watch how relationships around me begin and end, I realized the importance of intimacy and physical attraction in falling in love. The older you get, the less time you have to find your soulmate and the less likely that you'll attract him/her. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*at least for a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that her prince charming will knock at her door and confess his love for her.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She believes in destiny and so do I.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if waiting for prince charming takes forever? What if he comes by the time that you're already on you're forties and is no longer at the socially accepted marrying age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with dating and having new friends. As I quote Wikihow, " The more people you meet, the more likely you are to meet your soulmate, so try and talk to as many people as possible. You never know if the next person you talk to could be your soulmate."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-594608931058983055?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/594608931058983055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/03/dating-and-finding-one.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/594608931058983055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/594608931058983055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/03/dating-and-finding-one.html' title='Dating and Finding the One'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-8039424841961242764</id><published>2011-01-19T10:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:07:23.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010!</title><content type='html'>When I'm at home, sick and alone... I can't help it but think of the things that I've done in 2010. The year when my heart has almost evolved on you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault? Do I have a lot of shortcomings? Am I insensitive? If I worked harder and made you feel more special, would it turn out differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that you are completely happy now. I have not hope for anything but your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to think about you. That's for my own good for I am just getting hurt everyday. If I can't totally erase it, I hope I get numb. Don't worry it's not your fault... Stupid me for crying over something that has never been mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am currently listening to "Almost Lover" by A Fine Frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-8039424841961242764?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/8039424841961242764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/8039424841961242764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/8039424841961242764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2010!'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-5048433436088287961</id><published>2011-01-02T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:15:01.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on 2011'/><title type='text'>2011 Moving On</title><content type='html'>The last few days of 2010 has been devastating for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of realizations, a number of unwanted events and face offs. I was hurt, I cried and made quick decisions in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in 2011, I am looking forward for a better year. I am 22, still single but I am wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the singles out there, I am wishing you  a happy 2011!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-5048433436088287961?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/5048433436088287961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/5048433436088287961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/5048433436088287961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-moving-on.html' title='2011 Moving On'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-95353856041891954</id><published>2010-12-13T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:11:29.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><title type='text'>My last love letter for IH</title><content type='html'>Why did you say those words? Those could have mean a lot if I heard them from you seven years ago. Isn't it funny? You're saying those words when those sweet things don't mean anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you're already a dad. If I may quote you, "IH, the proud dad". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine how pretty your daughter could be. She must have gotten your eyes. Those dark eyes which have always captured my attention. I hope she got that smooth brown skin of yours.  Perhaps she also smiles the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see her... I always visit your profile just to check if you have uploaded her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll learn to love the mother of your baby. I have nothing against the mom, but at this early stage, I feel sorry for her. I don't quite understand why you don't speak about her. How come you don't even have a picture of her... and how come you are saying those words to me when you know that someone is longing and waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have loved you... you were my first love. But I am not sure if you have also felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that  the reason why I don't wanna meet you is because I am still the fifteen year old me. I have grown up... I have changed. I don't wanna see you yet... Not now. I know that you are currently at your weakest point, you might say words that you will later regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... It is true that first love never dies. But it can change from a romantic love to a brotherly love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-95353856041891954?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/95353856041891954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-last-love-letter-for-eson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/95353856041891954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/95353856041891954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-last-love-letter-for-eson.html' title='My last love letter for IH'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-2315483352023824603</id><published>2010-11-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:24:47.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelity....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/wigqKfLWjvM/hqdefault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/wigqKfLWjvM/hqdefault.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIDELITY by Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I never met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say that of course its gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting by heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all of these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all of this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-2315483352023824603?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/2315483352023824603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/11/fidelity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/2315483352023824603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/2315483352023824603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/11/fidelity.html' title='Fidelity....'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-4696343996150615605</id><published>2010-10-16T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:36:42.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gravity'/><title type='text'>Why can't gravity make you fall for me?</title><content type='html'>I envy those people who blog about happy thoughts. I hope I can be like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it easier for me to talk about the negative feelings I have? Law of attraction!!! Please help me... Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-4696343996150615605?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/4696343996150615605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-cant-gravity-make-you-fall-for-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/4696343996150615605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/4696343996150615605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-cant-gravity-make-you-fall-for-me.html' title='Why can&apos;t gravity make you fall for me?'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-5239007919263928541</id><published>2010-09-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:22:21.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamaglugud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where&apos;s happiness?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macamurit'/><title type='text'>Where's happiness?</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me for my grammar and my spelling. I did not have a formal study on the language that I will be using. My way of writing is based on my usual conversation and how I've seen my grandfather write letters and stories. For those who can understand this language, you don't have to feel sorry for me. This is just a confession of a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mapagal na cu. Bala cu ali cu magsawa caring pamangawan cu... Bala cu ali cu aranasang maging macanini calungcut. Macapagal pala ing manenaya caring bageng ali mu balu nung datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macamurit ing mamasa. Macamurit ing magpanggap a agyu cu ing eganagana, magcunwari cung ali cu apectado istung ali mu apapansinan ing pamangawan cu. Ating oras a aiisip cu, macarine nala pala ding pemangawa cu. Minsan pa, maybug cung gumaga uling ali mu cu aintindyan, uling ala mu queca ing pamangawan cu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero anggang macanta, tutuloy cu pa rin ing cabolangan cu. Anggang mapagal na cu, sasawa na cu, maririne na cu ampong mamumurit na cu, ali cu tutucnang. Ali cu pa naman ginaga dahil queca... pero ditac na mu, pipilitan cung ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handa cung manenaya queca. Anggang malambat, alang casu canacu ita. Pero ini ing paquisabi cung mayap, nung ali mu cu agyung luguran, sabyanan mu cu. Ali mu sabyan canacu ing tabalu. Uling ing tabalu, dinan na cung maling pag-asa. Lalu mu cu mung pasaquitan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-5239007919263928541?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/5239007919263928541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/09/wheres-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/5239007919263928541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/5239007919263928541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/09/wheres-happiness.html' title='Where&apos;s happiness?'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-1519656767849349506</id><published>2010-09-27T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:01:03.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how are you?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September of 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><title type='text'>Dear Self, how are you?</title><content type='html'>Dear Self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? It's been a long time since I bothered to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was remembering how you were like two years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's September of 2008 and you've started on your first job after college. Remember, how hard it was for you to give up the business that you and your friends put up? How it felt when you were unsure if you would still be friends after that business flapped. But then you managed to be together and you realized the difference between keeping someone's company and having a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these past two years, you had a lot of your firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your first airplane ride.&lt;br /&gt;It was your first time in Bora.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first helmet diving experience.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first mamam (drinking alcohol) after work.&lt;br /&gt;It was your first time to give false reasons to your mom why you're not staying home.&lt;br /&gt;It was your first time to sleep in the hotel because you went barhopping with your girls till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first real date.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first kiss in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first boyfriend (imagine how stupid you were?)&lt;br /&gt;It was your first time to be the other girl.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first breakup.&lt;br /&gt;It was your first and last time to play games and cheat on men. You were afraid of karma.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first laptop.&lt;br /&gt;It was your first and last time not to pay the correct amount in the restaurant (remember when you broke a plate and how you hid it under the couch to make sure that you and your friends will not pay for it?)&lt;br /&gt;It was your first time to distrust your father.&lt;br /&gt;You had your first investigation on your father's fidelity followed by many more investigations.&lt;br /&gt;It was your first time to raise your voice to your father.&lt;br /&gt;You began accepting infidelity as part of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;You started not believing in marriage after what you've seen amongst the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;You learned that the person who loves less has more power in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You realized that life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;You learned that men are a bunch of perve morons (with an exception to your brothers).&lt;br /&gt;You've become a totally different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, today, you've again changed. You have a different set of ideals... You started to believe in love. But of course, you are more realistic now, aren't you? Best of all, you now know what you want. You're tired  of quitting and thinking of what ifs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-1519656767849349506?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/1519656767849349506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-self-how-are-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1519656767849349506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1519656767849349506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-self-how-are-you.html' title='Dear Self, how are you?'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-1900313729436423925</id><published>2010-07-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:29:32.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid life crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Please be happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedatingrulebook.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 352px;" src="http://www.thedatingrulebook.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is nothing but an ordinary day. Yet I feel sad... there's a feeling of emptiness. Extreme loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than I only have two hundred pesos in my wallet and there is nothing more I can withdraw from the ATM, there's nothing special on this day. I can't think of any valid reason to feel this distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went home on time. Imagine? I usually leave the office at around 730pm. Working an additional hour or two from what is required from me. But today, I came to work a lot earlier, 8:27 AM and left the office at 5:33 PM. &lt;br /&gt;I do not want to watch movies in my brother's laptop,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not enjoying the dramas on TV,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to have the usual  after work talk with my kuya.&lt;br /&gt;I only want to look blankly in the air... stare at nothing and think of unnecessary things which makes me feel more alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be what they call Mid life crisis? Well, I hope not. I'm only turning 22, I'm too young to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, seeing you today in your gray shirt made me feel better... just like any usual day. The sight of you helped, but yet I still feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm wondering how are you feeling inside. Perhaps you feel bluer than me. Though I see you laugh, smile and nod, I can feel that you are incomplete. Your eyes are telling me that you are not completely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please be happy? How can I brighten up your face? I'm thinking that maybe if I'll see a gleeful you, I'll feel better. While typing these, I feel like smiling. Hmmm... I got it right. Your happiness is my happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-1900313729436423925?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/1900313729436423925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1900313729436423925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1900313729436423925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-be-happy.html' title='Please be happy...'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-2383889810094893256</id><published>2010-07-11T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:50:16.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work and Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love letter for my mentor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting in love'/><title type='text'>Love Letter for my Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TDlbaeFVDBI/AAAAAAAAABc/PL-cXbEs25Q/s1600/Reading_Glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TDlbaeFVDBI/AAAAAAAAABc/PL-cXbEs25Q/s320/Reading_Glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492521730865171474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says, this is my love letter for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have occupied my mind for quite some months already and yet I haven't written much about you. I was back reading my previous blogs... it has been 2 months and I should be doing something more aggressive to tell you how I feel. It seems like all my clues are not affecting you. I have been dropping some cheesy lines in our skype group chats, my status message in Facebook has always been about you. I have said my feelings a number of times right in front of you but you still haven't recognized that you are the person I am describing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is my personal blog and I have no intentions of letting people who know me to read this. Yet, I am writing this down for me to have a more vivid memory of how it feels to like you. These experiences and feelings that I currently have are what I want to remember when I get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job history shows that I have the tendency to hop companies and jobs from time to time. Other than the fact that this company is the best among all that I have been, you are the reason why I managed and still manages to stay. I should have  already gotten bored with the same routine that I do everyday and that is already enough reason for me to submit my resignation. Yet your smile, and your voice makes every single day different for me. You give me the reason to be excited to go to work and always have the positive attitude towards work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know more about you, I seem to fall deeper and deeper to you. You should have been the most boring person that I've met. You don't drink, don't smoke, and I bet you haven't done anything wild in your whole life. These qualities do not seem attracting for a lot of people and for the old me as well. Yet I learned to love these qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you don't give jokes that much, I always look forward hearing you crack funny statements and burst into laughs while delivering it. I love those moments... I love talking to you in coffee shops, 7-11, and in the pantry about serious stuffs. Topics which can be senseless but appears to be life changing for me. The place doesn't matter, as long as you are the one I am talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever got to read this, please don't ignore me nor try to hide from me. I am not sure how you would react nor if you would even realize that you are the person I am referring to in this blog. I like you... But don't worry, this is not a selfish love. I am not expecting you to love me back the way I love you. I am willing to wait... Just give me a heads up once you are ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-2383889810094893256?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/2383889810094893256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-letter-for-my-mentor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/2383889810094893256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/2383889810094893256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-letter-for-my-mentor.html' title='Love Letter for my Mentor'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TDlbaeFVDBI/AAAAAAAAABc/PL-cXbEs25Q/s72-c/Reading_Glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-1587107009728791583</id><published>2010-07-11T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:17:46.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwanted date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend-girlfriend issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirting attached men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highschool love affairs'/><title type='text'>Si Incredible Hulk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://primalstrengthwarehouse.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/incredible-hulk-FL-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 437px;" src="http://primalstrengthwarehouse.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/incredible-hulk-FL-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was messaged through facebook by my old crush back in High School.&lt;br /&gt;The usual questions like how are you, where do you work now etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be  a fun conversation except for him calling me Suplada. Duhhhh... And he even got the nerve to call me suplada. The mere fact that I still accepted him as a friend in facebook and I even replied to his chat message means that I am not. It won't be easy to find someone as cool as me after all that had happened since high school and the controversies I even had in college because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, he even asked me if I wanted to invite him for a date... If I'll say yes, it would definitely mean that I am still after him. Seeing in his profile that he's in a relationship, of course, I declined. I told him, "no... cannot be. You're taken...". Guess what did he say, "WHo told you so? Of course I'm available." And then I replied, "Would you want another issue with your current girlfriend?". Guess what he did? He logged out and left me with no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that conversation, I had a bad weekend. Why do attached men love to flirt on me? Do they really think that I am that desperate to go out with a taken man? I do understand men who I just met recently to act that way. They don't know me that much... But for this High School buddy to converse to me that way... I just can't believe it and it pissed me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-1587107009728791583?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/1587107009728791583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-incredible-hulk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1587107009728791583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/1587107009728791583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-incredible-hulk.html' title='Si Incredible Hulk'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-3835069832655923484</id><published>2010-04-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:53:40.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RRR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabaduyan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baduy'/><title type='text'>Si Kras RRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sarimau.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/coffee-lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="http://sarimau.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/coffee-lover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ang korni? Ako.&lt;br /&gt;Sino ang baduy? Ako din.&lt;br /&gt;Sino ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hopeless romantic&lt;/span&gt;? Ako pa din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang kakornihan ko, kung ano ano ang naiisip ko. Pano ba naman, ang hina mong maka&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt;. Ang bagal mong bumasa... Ang dami ng senyales, parang wala pa rin sayo. Minsan hindi ko maintindihan kung alin ang dapat kong unahin, turuan kang bumasa o gawin ang sarili kong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reader friendly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Prove that Y &gt; X ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ang kras (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;) ko sa opisina ay may letrang R"&lt;br /&gt;" ang kras ko ay may katangkaran"&lt;br /&gt;" ang kras ko ay may nobya (dati)"&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You cannot shit in your own backyard&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang problema pa sayo, para kang babae. Kailangan may tamang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;timing&lt;/span&gt; ang mga banat sayo. Kung nagkataon lang na hindi ka ganyan, diniretso na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang mag-alala, pagmamasdan pa kita at pagmumunian ng dalawang buwan. Marahil ay sapat na ang panahong yon para malaman ko kung itutuloy ko pa tong kabaduyan ko o hindi. Sa ibang salita, kikilatisin muna kita... Mahilig ako sa mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bad boys&lt;/span&gt;, sa mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; na at mayayabang na tao. Hindi kaya, naging kakaiba ka kaya kita nagustuhan? Hmmm... Pwede. Abangan ang susunod na kabanata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... baka naman pwede mo ring sabihing "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Likes thi&lt;/span&gt;s" kapag nabasa mo to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-3835069832655923484?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/3835069832655923484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/04/kung-ayaw-mo-sa-akin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/3835069832655923484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/3835069832655923484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/04/kung-ayaw-mo-sa-akin.html' title='Si Kras RRR'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-234972739882375419</id><published>2010-02-22T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:05:10.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bad boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerkdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certified player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shallow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk spell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protective possessive player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrill of getting caught'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebonded'/><title type='text'>What is it like to be part of the so called "Jerkdom"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/4013879628_6caef7dac5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 449px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/4013879628_6caef7dac5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so after writing my previous blog, I was left thinking, why do women like jerks? Why did I like a player? Why a lot of girls would rather go gaga over a jerk than date a nice guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... according to my research, I fell under a jerk spell. A jerk spell is when we are seduced by a man's charm, confidence and passion. And in my case, I was taken away by the following: &lt;br /&gt;The fact that he dresses like a bad boy yet he smells really good. &lt;br /&gt;He has tattoos but who cares, it looks well with his weird hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to make faces but he still looks good despite of it.&lt;br /&gt;He plays guitar for a band named Allecia which I think is great. &lt;br /&gt;He's very artsy yet he has this cono personality. &lt;br /&gt;He has a band, yet he works as a graphic artist for  a hotel company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about him is just so cool. He doesn't own his wheels but then I say so what? as long as he's willing pay for the cab, I can excuse him from my standards. Oh well, who wouldn't fall for this over confident guy. Ohhh? Haha!  And now, I just realized my stupidities as I backread the reasons why I liked this guy. I was really under a spell. I never saw those disguises: his confidence as arrogance, his charm for being a player and his passion for being given so much attention as if the world revolves around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if I knew right from the start that this guy is a certified player and I swear to myself that I will not be stupid when it comes to love, why did I fall for him? Why did I even consider being his second girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: He calls me every night to talk about shallow, cheesy things... how he loves to see me everyday, how he was mesmerized the first time he saw me in that company meeting and how he notices me whenever he hears me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: He texts me in the morning, afternoon, evening and actually every hour (despite the fact that he sees me everyday) just to tell me that he misses me.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: He tells me that he loves my long, straight and shiny hair (this was the time when my hair was still rebonded... haha!) &lt;br /&gt;Reason 4: He tells me that he likes looking at my legs from afar.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5: He tells me how good I am whenever I get acknowledged during meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 6: He gets mad whenever he sees boys staring at me. (I find it cute!)&lt;br /&gt;Reason 7: He gets mad, really mad... whenever I can't reply to his messages or answer his call. My friends call him possessive but during that time I think that is a sign of someone protective.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 8: He tries to control me by dictating me what to wear. Though I hate it.. I love the fact that I have to argue with him and have small fights.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 9: When I was ask in a bad situation in front of my boss, he whispers, " Don't worry, I am here to back you up. Nothing bad will happen to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a bunch more reasons for liking him, my fingers are just getting tired of typing. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... despite the fact that most of the reasons I mentioned can be easily done by other men, I love liking him because of the thrill of being with him. I love the rush of adrenaline whenever we are at the office and we try to hide that secret of ours (Although sometimes, I have this feeling that he's making our relationship obvious in front of our officemates). I love the  chase and the danger of being caught by his real girlfriend. I am addicted to the excitement that the danger of getting hurt once I fall in love brings. I am hooked in my ultimate goal... my ultimate challenge... the chance of getting to play a player. My dream which never came true. I never got to play him, instead I was the one played. Why?  obviously I easily fell in the trap. I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know the reasons why we fall for a jerk... as well as the symptoms and causes of loving a player... Next question is, how to avoid a player? How to get over a player?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know. Once I have the answers, rest assured that I will also post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-234972739882375419?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/234972739882375419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-it-like-to-be-part-of-so-called.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/234972739882375419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/234972739882375419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-it-like-to-be-part-of-so-called.html' title='What is it like to be part of the so called &quot;Jerkdom&quot;?'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/4013879628_6caef7dac5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-770301886008037983</id><published>2010-02-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:46:46.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabadtrip ka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal na nobya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanga ka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminds me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tigerwoods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ym'/><title type='text'>reminds me</title><content type='html'>Mula kagabi hanggang ngayon di ako mapakali. Pano ba naman? lahat na lang ng bagay na makita at mabasa ko... naaalala kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi, nagbasa ulit ako ng blog na Strange Love Addictions. At habang binabasa ko ang bawat linya sa blog na iyon, nahihirapan akong huminga. Ayun! unti unting nabubuo sa utak ko na nagkakatotoo na nga ang mga naiisip kong pwedeng mangyari o maaaring nangyayari na nga nung mga oras na magkasama tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... parang gusto kong magmura kagabi. Pati pala sya nainlove na sayo. hayyy... alam mo bang kaya ko lang naman binabasa ang mga blogs nya ay para makakuha ng idea kung anong nangyayari dyan simula nung panahong nawala ako. At ayun tama nga ako, gusto ka na niya. Marahil yun ang dahilan kung kaya noon pa man, malayo na ang loob nya saken... dahil may pagtingin sya sayo. Ang dahilan kung bakit di nya ko matingnan sa mata at kung bakit bigla na lang syang nagsusuot ng mga bestida at nagsuot ng mga sapatos na may takong. Pakiramdam ko, ginagaya nya ko sa pag-aakalang magugustuhan mo sya. Sa pag-aakalang magkakainteres ka sa kanya ng higit pa sa kaibigan. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil nahigitan pa nya ko ngayon dahil mukhang mapagbigay sya. Bibigay nya sayo lahat. Di ka nya matitikis... Kaya ka nyang sabayan sa pagyoyosi, kaya nyang mag-astang lalaki para sayo, kaya ka nyang halikan sa harap ng maraming tao at marahil mas kaya nyang maging number 2 sa buhay mo. Mga bagay na hindi ko kayang ibigay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minahal din naman kita, alam mo ba yun? Kaya lang may mga kundisyon ka. Alam kong kakayanin ko ang mga kundisyon na yun... hindi ko nga lang masasabi kung hanggang kailan... Dahil sa simula pa lang mahirap na. Maliban sa pangalawa lang ako sa legal mong nobya, nandyan pa ang nakikita kong harapang pagpapansin ng mga babae sa paligid mo. At syempre sabi mo nga, lalake ka... mahirap tumanggi sa palay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabadtrip ka talaga kahit kelan... &lt;br /&gt;Kabadtrip ka dahil hanggang ngayon di kita matanggal sa facebook at ym friends ko. Nahihirapan man ako, gusto kong malaman ang nangyayari sayo.&lt;br /&gt;Kabadtrip ka dahil pinayagan kong magaing tagahanga ako ng banda mo sa facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Kabadtrip ka dahil pati ang site ng unang tayo mong negosyo, binibisita ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kabadtrip ka dahil nung mapanood ko ang paghingi ng paumanhin ni Tigerwoods dahil sa pangangaliwa nya, naalala kita. Parang ikaw lang sya...&lt;br /&gt;Kabadtrip ka dahil kahit wala na tayo, tanga pa rin ako dahil sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891533132305256035-770301886008037983?l=reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/feeds/770301886008037983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminds-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/770301886008037983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891533132305256035/posts/default/770301886008037983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonswhyimsingle-chinita.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminds-me.html' title='reminds me'/><author><name>Chinita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CErHdlSbso/TGVeAL1C2EI/AAAAAAAAABo/8JKqldBhsQ8/s1600-R/1_926165107l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891533132305256035.post-5292905929217324526</id><published>2010-01-29T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:26:36.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Thank goodness I'm single!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.evisionarts.com/portal/holidayplace/images/templates/antivalentine/single.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.evisionarts.com/portal/holidayplace/images/templates/antivalentine/single.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday night was the usual catching up time with my old friends, chatting with highschool classmates and old colleagues. And for the nth time, I have the usual series of questions (I call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mau's standard catching up questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;old friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; how are you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm good.. how bout you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;old friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm fine... how's your work? where are you working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; it's great... i'm working in blah...blah... blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;old friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;that's good. how's your lovelife? may boyfriend ka na???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;the question of me having a boyfriend was never out in my friend's first 3 questions. Haha! For the past 21 years of my existence, I never gave them a "Yes" answer. And it always boils down to the next question. Bakit??? What's your typical guy ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm no lesbian nor a man hater. I enjoy their company... and in my mind I have always wanted to get married someday. I am not an ugly duckling who doesn't attract anybody. Though I am pretty sure that I am not your average girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Mind you, because of the pressure these people are giving me, i decided to give it a try. Hehe... oh well... it feels like a task for me more than a happy feeling when I'm in that relationship. He was one of my officemates who was currently courting me that time. I tried... I did my best to enjoy and make myself believe that the relationship is worth keeping for. But during those time that I was in it... it felt like hell. Haha! The relationship lasted for 6 looonnnggg days... I am not sure but perhaps right now, my one and only ex hates me much. The last time we saw each other, he didn't even give me a smile nor a nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... sometimes I think, I am the problem. Though I never really accepted that as a fact. Haha! I just find it stupid how people find it weird for someone like me or like any other girls in their early twentys who have never been in a serious relationship. They think being in  a relationship is a need... 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