<?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-38898792</id><updated>2011-11-23T15:53:06.627-08:00</updated><category term='hardest things to do'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I - The Self Help Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The content of this blog is mostly my personal thoughts and understanding about life. I post some ways on how I can get over depression and how to cope in life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-4512014641583776016</id><published>2008-04-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:27:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalemate </title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;We started the game, and I admit it was pretty cool. I enjoyed playing with you but you know what… we’re stalemate. There’s no loser because nobody wins. You are good at playing, I was too dumb sometimes but I manage to cope up. At first it was hard, really. It was very hard to deal with this kind of mess. But thanks a lot for helping me out… Thank you for ignoring me, for avoiding me, for hurting me and most of all, thank you for the game. I really learned a lot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I thought I was over it but I’m troubled. Maybe it’s what they called “after shock” Now I’m dealing with it. Really hard but I believe that I can handle this shit. And I’m doing great now, like what you are. I know what I did, unlike what you think. I’m not the kind of person who would regret the assholes on my life. I played with your mess, muddled with your shits. I knew that, but I persist because I’m learning through it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;You know what? you’re not the only person who can do your cranky moves! Look at me now, I did it too. I’m a bad playmate… what you think? Now what’s next? I’m over it. I don’t wanna play again and I think that’s what you want. Avoid me because you’re afraid to fall, so am I. So let’s just stick with this and go on with our lives. Oh, one last words for yah… DON’T TALK SHITS WITH ME MTHRFCKR!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-4512014641583776016?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/4512014641583776016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=4512014641583776016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/4512014641583776016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/4512014641583776016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2008/04/stalemate.html' title='Stalemate '/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-4481630124334568415</id><published>2007-10-31T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:29:23.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 TIPS FOR AN EXCEPTIONAL SUPERB AND POWERFUL LIFE</title><content type='html'>1.  Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you walk, smile. It&lt;br /&gt;is the ultimate anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Buy a lock if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Buy a PVR tape your late night shows and get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement,&lt;br /&gt;"My purpose is to ___________ today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Watch more movies, play more games and read more books than you&lt;br /&gt;did in 2006 (or 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Make time to practice meditation, yoga, tai chi, and prayer. They&lt;br /&gt;provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Spend more time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food&lt;br /&gt;that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan&lt;br /&gt;salmon, broccoli, almonds &amp; walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Clear your clutter from your house, your car, your desk and let&lt;br /&gt;new and flowing energy into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires,&lt;br /&gt;issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control.&lt;br /&gt;Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems&lt;br /&gt;are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like&lt;br /&gt;algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a&lt;br /&gt;college kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Smile and laugh more. It will keep the energy vampires away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their&lt;br /&gt;journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, and wear the fancy lingerie&lt;br /&gt;(not you guys.) Don't save it for a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years,&lt;br /&gt;will this matter?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends&lt;br /&gt;will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Each night before you go to bed complete the following statements:&lt;br /&gt;"I am thankful for __________." Today I accomplished _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Enjoy the ride. Remember that this is not Disney World and you&lt;br /&gt;certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have one ride through life&lt;br /&gt;so make the most of it and enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-4481630124334568415?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/4481630124334568415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=4481630124334568415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/4481630124334568415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/4481630124334568415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/10/40-tips-for-exceptional-superb-and.html' title='40 TIPS FOR AN EXCEPTIONAL SUPERB AND POWERFUL LIFE'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-7836519995041185590</id><published>2007-10-04T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:45:09.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives:  Discriminating Filipinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Desperate Housewives:  Discriminating Filipinos - Public Apology Is Not Enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYB4H0Po0A0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYB4H0Po0A0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t watched that episode of the infamous series “Desperate Housewives”. But I saw it on the news where Teri Hatcher spoke out her lines “Before you go any further, can I check those diplomas? I would just like to make sure that they’re not from some med school in the Philippines.... “I’m not a medical person but it really hurts when someone is discriminating Filipinos and to be aired ON-AIR, with the whole world watching their show, that’s really something. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The public apology is not enough! How could you bring back the dignity and the integrity of us Filipinos? By that simple apology? Well to tell you, THAT’S NOT ENOUGH! You’re like ruining the whole country! And devastating the lives of all Filipinos all over the world. Before you speak something or make something, be sure you think of it many times. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the writer and for the ABC network, make ways on how to bring back the Filipino dignity! You’re condemning the Philippines by doing that such thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be honest, most of you are outsourcing us Filipinos for jobs. You outsource call center agents, outsource programmers and other skilled professionals for the job and in fact, you continue doing it! But how could you do something like that!?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We Filipinos are very proud for who and what we are. And we cannot tolerate things and people who are discriminating our clan! I’m so disappointed on you! And I will never ever watch Desperate Housewives anymore for the rest of my life! You deserve to be banned for what you did!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know everyone of us commit mistakes, but on your part, you didn’t think before you act!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-7836519995041185590?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7836519995041185590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=7836519995041185590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/7836519995041185590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/7836519995041185590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/10/desperate-housewives-discriminating.html' title='Desperate Housewives:  Discriminating Filipinos'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-8111747544191152138</id><published>2007-09-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:38:35.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wooden Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a  week from now, a month from now, a year from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A frail old man went ! to live with his son, daughter-in- law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the elderly grandfather' s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son and daughter-in- law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the family glanced in Grandfather' s direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;That evening the husband took Grandfather' s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she&lt;br /&gt;handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; background-attachment: scroll;" id="lw_1189398108_50"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-8111747544191152138?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/8111747544191152138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=8111747544191152138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/8111747544191152138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/8111747544191152138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/09/wooden-bowl.html' title='The Wooden Bowl'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-6492102039724861250</id><published>2007-08-05T06:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:39:21.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" class="style1"&gt;All of us have so many problems in our lives. Problems of this… problems of that… we even tend &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; shoulder the problems of others just &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; have something &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; think of. There are so many questions in our lives and we keep on looking for the possible answers. Those questions make us analyze the &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; that happened, or happening &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" class="style1"&gt;All we have &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; is face our problems. Find answers &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; our questions. Find time for ourselves &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be happy. Think of something that can make our lives worthy. How can we &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; these &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;? We can &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; these by facing our problems. We can &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; these by having an open-mind on the situation. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"  &gt;With our problems, we gain wisdom… we gain knowledge… we gain ourselves. In every problem that we solved, we are moving towards another level. So why do we have to run away? Why do we have to escape? There's nothing to lose but there's definitely something to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-6492102039724861250?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/6492102039724861250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=6492102039724861250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/6492102039724861250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/6492102039724861250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/08/problems.html' title='PROBLEMS'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-738609286501673375</id><published>2007-08-05T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:40:23.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time… time… time….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; forgive urself and let urheart be free of all the bitterness u've felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; beleive that there's someone out there that could love u even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; move on and make urself happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be urself and face the consequences of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; love and time &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Time for you, time for me, time for everybody to set ourselves free of all the worries in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-738609286501673375?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/738609286501673375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=738609286501673375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/738609286501673375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/738609286501673375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/08/time.html' title='TIME...'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-2898845016088376606</id><published>2007-08-05T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:42:40.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVELATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My secrets would be revealed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once you ask me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you don't know what &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just be still, coz I won't give you any hint about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You were so numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think you're a dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why can't you feel me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why is it that you can't see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've hated you many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've tried &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've tried &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've tried not &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've always wanted &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only confess &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because my secret is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-2898845016088376606?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/2898845016088376606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=2898845016088376606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/2898845016088376606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/2898845016088376606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/08/revelations.html' title='REVELATIONS'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-7935623667876147251</id><published>2007-06-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:29:37.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardest things to do'/><title type='text'>TOP HARDEST THINGS TO DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A. Being questioned when you yourself don't understand&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;B. Pretending to be innocent of what you know about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;C. Trying to show you care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;D. Trying to forget something you know you NEVER will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;E. Admitting you were wrong after you have been so insistent that you were right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;F. Accepting the fact that you made a MISTAKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;G. Debating with yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;H. Knowing what's wrong and what's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;I. Growing up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;J. ACCEPTING the fact that some things are NOT meant TO BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;K. Trying to understand when you just can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;L. Swallowing your pride when it has become TOO HARD and TOO BIG to even gulp it down with water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;M. Being the LAST TO KNOW about something that CONCERNS you most of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;N. Realizing that you have been TRICKED after you have given your WHOLE TRUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;O. Realizing that you have taken the most IMPORTANT thing for Granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;P. PARTING with someone you've just LEARNED to LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Q. Letting GO of someone you've LOVED ALL YOUR LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;R. Losing someone you care deeply about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;S. Saying sorry when you mean it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;T. Saying how you REALLY FEEL and Explaining WHERE YOU STAND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;U. Knowing what is best and yet doing the exact opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;V. Bracing yourself for the worst kind of pain... &amp; still hurting so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;W. Loving someone too much and learning to love the pain that goes with it... that even if you learned to let go of the person... you still go on missing the pain you once felt (and there it goes... you fall again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-7935623667876147251?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/7935623667876147251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=7935623667876147251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/7935623667876147251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/7935623667876147251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-hardest-things-to-do.html' title='TOP HARDEST THINGS TO DO'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-117671035562039587</id><published>2007-04-16T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:59:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Inlove With YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s unexplainable. That feeling really makes me feel loved. While writing this, tears are flowing in my eyes. Crying… crying because of overwhelming happiness. Crying because I know everything has to end. But I hope we’ll have a happy ending. I don’t want to lose you, and I love you so much. I’m so thankful God gave you to me. To be honest, I never thought I could be this happy, never in my wildest imagination. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you so much baby…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-117671035562039587?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/117671035562039587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=117671035562039587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/117671035562039587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/117671035562039587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-inlove-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m so Inlove With YOU'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38898792.post-117496650469579524</id><published>2007-03-26T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:49:14.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s only me, myself and I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s been a long time since I left my hobbies on writing. I miss writing on my blog. You’ll noticed that this is my first post, why is that? Well… because I just deleted my old blog. I don’t know why I deleted it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m so frustrated and very confused. I’m writing these things because right now I feel like I don’t have someone whom I could trust. And I feel like I’m all alone in this crap. I hate this feeling but I always told my friends that I want to be alone. But sometimes, being alone really helps. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my high school days, and my college life. I miss the time when I can have someone whom I can trust and whom I can tell what I really feel. I’m the only one now. I can’t trust anyone at this point. I wanted to shout, I really want to cry and take off all these shits out of me. But even if I burst out my tears, the pain is still there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I’m in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know where I am. I need something but I don’t know what it is. In short, I’m just not happy. I can’t even remember when the last time I felt happiness was. I am very confused and hoping that someone could help me out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my younger days when there are no so much complications in my life; only those school days, recitations and exam days. But as my boss said… “As you get older, things are getting more complicated.” And this is very true. You have to make your choice; it’s only you who could choose for yourself. Even if you have your parents and friends beside you, it’s you who’ll decide for yourself. And it’s very hard to make decisions on your own because it’s very hard to blame yourself. It’s a lot easier to blame others, but to blame yourself for what’s happening to you right now is really frustrating. That’s why you have to analyze things and weigh them for you to decide which is which. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Writing to this blog helps me a lot, especially now when I can’t talk to someone. Because I just don’t trust them. It’s only me, myself and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38898792-117496650469579524?l=life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/feeds/117496650469579524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38898792&amp;postID=117496650469579524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/117496650469579524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38898792/posts/default/117496650469579524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-gets-complicated.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-only-me-myself-and-i.html' title='It’s only me, myself and I.'/><author><name>Joi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136712395693082771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
