<?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-30878511</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:44:04.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>danicabydaydomingobynight : )</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30878511.post-116170806668417195</id><published>2006-10-24T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:55:28.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUSOY DOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/1600/02_poker_face_3819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/320/02_poker_face_3819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe finally natuto na rin akong magpoker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan naiisip ko lang na baka my whole life is just a poker game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know . . . puro bluff . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero what if isa ngang malaking poker game lang ang buhay ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pusta ako nang pusta kahit hindi siguradong panalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagra-raise kahit talo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumataya hoping na lalabas ang hinihintay kong card (na madalas hindi nangyayari) pero go lang ng go at kapag lumbas na yung card na hinihintay ko WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung minsan talaga siguro walang tactics sa paglalaro. wala talagang tamang formula para manalo ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kahit paano pa ko maglaro. wala na sigurong papalit dun sa saya ng mga panalong hindi inaasahan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30878511-116170806668417195?l=danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/116170806668417195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30878511&amp;postID=116170806668417195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/116170806668417195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/116170806668417195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/2006/10/pusoy-dos.html' title='PUSOY DOS'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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-30878511.post-115393707601535523</id><published>2006-07-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:19:03.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG FUSCHIA PINK PALA PAG TINIGNAN MO SA MALAYO PARANG RED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ANG FUSCHIA PINK PALA PAG TINIGNAN MO SA MALAYO PARANG RED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/1600/RAINBOW.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/200/RAINBOW.0.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wala lang nung nagpapedicure kasi ako napagtripan ko yung fuschia pink na nail polish. well im not a pink person pero pinatulan ko na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang matapos siyang ilagay nagulat ako! ABA PARANG RED PALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro minsan kahit sa buhay talagang color blind ako . . . hindi ako marunong tumingin ng kulay ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat ba ko magpatalo sa mga taong gusto maging ITIM ang tingin ko sa buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama ba na wag akong magtiwala na may RAINBOW COLORED na buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag hindi ba ako nagtiwala masamang tao na ko? bitter? angsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kapag ba nagtiwala at naniwala ako TANGA na ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag pinakita ko ba ang totoo kong kulay mayabang na ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kapag tinago ko ba na PULA ako, madamot ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ang bahaghari kapag tinitignan mo ng matagal. nawawala sa ulap? madamot ba ang ulap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa sobrang ganda ng bahaghari kailangan minsan mo lang siya makita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ba siyang star, nandiyan lang pero hindi mo parati nakikita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang minsan complicated ang life no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba hindi na lang naging ITIM at PUTI ang tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para malaman mo kung sino ang mabuti at kung sino ang hindi . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas simple kasi pag ganon . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30878511-115393707601535523?l=danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115393707601535523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30878511&amp;postID=115393707601535523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115393707601535523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115393707601535523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/ang-fuschia-pink-pala-pag-tinignan-mo.html' title='ANG FUSCHIA PINK PALA PAG TINIGNAN MO SA MALAYO PARANG RED!'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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-30878511.post-115375369977515490</id><published>2006-07-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:31:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREATEST ADVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/1600/DSC00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/1600/DSC00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/200/DSC00312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GREATEST ADVICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't date because you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you are miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes&lt;br /&gt;are superior.&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you are&lt;br /&gt;irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you are&lt;br /&gt;old enough and know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is&lt;br /&gt;harder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself,&lt;br /&gt;your family, or your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stagnate.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything&lt;br /&gt;or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr/Mrs&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr&lt;br /&gt;Wrong because your&lt;br /&gt;biological&lt;br /&gt;clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won.&lt;br /&gt;Only a price to be paid for some of life's more&lt;br /&gt;hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the&lt;br /&gt;homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the&lt;br /&gt;needy.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all&lt;br /&gt;the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your&lt;br /&gt;passions and be&lt;br /&gt;the best of what you&lt;br /&gt;can be.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid&lt;br /&gt;of destructive&lt;br /&gt;elements:&lt;br /&gt;abusive friends, nasty habits, and&lt;br /&gt;dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't&lt;br /&gt;overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and&lt;br /&gt;feeling for your family.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself. Don't commit when you&lt;br /&gt;are not&lt;br /&gt;ready.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Love Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Walk barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone&lt;br /&gt;to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;light up&lt;br /&gt;your life.&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;drive yourself to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;No one completes you&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;except YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that life does not get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your time, you are&lt;br /&gt;giving them&lt;br /&gt;a portion of your&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;you'll never get back. Your time is your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;is why the greatest&lt;br /&gt;gift you&lt;br /&gt;can give someone is your time.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships take&lt;br /&gt;time and effort, and&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;best&lt;br /&gt;way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the&lt;br /&gt;essence of&lt;br /&gt;love is not what we&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;or do or provide for others, but how much we&lt;br /&gt;give of&lt;br /&gt;ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30878511-115375369977515490?l=danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115375369977515490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30878511&amp;postID=115375369977515490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115375369977515490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115375369977515490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/greatest-advice.html' title='THE GREATEST ADVICE'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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-30878511.post-115374016883476139</id><published>2006-07-24T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:22:48.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN MUST HAVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/1600/DANICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4882/3319/320/DANICA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one old love she can imagine going back to and one who reminds her how far she has come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh...&lt;br /&gt;and one who lets her cry.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break up with a lover. and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder... and when to walk away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect... but it's over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn't do for love or more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust. whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when her soul needs soothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30878511-115374016883476139?l=danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115374016883476139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30878511&amp;postID=115374016883476139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115374016883476139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115374016883476139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/women-must-haves.html' title='WOMEN MUST HAVES'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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-30878511.post-115254111296904478</id><published>2006-07-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:16:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREATEST PAIN IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have someone you care so much about, throw a party... and not tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To have people think that you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be left in the dust after another's great achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To never get a call from a friend, just saying "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it seems like the only person, who cares about you, is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will simply be ignored...forgotten. as you have done to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30878511-115254111296904478?l=danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115254111296904478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30878511&amp;postID=115254111296904478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115254111296904478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115254111296904478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/greatest-pain-in-life.html' title='THE GREATEST PAIN IN LIFE'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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-30878511.post-115246813051007060</id><published>2006-07-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:02:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these could-have-beens</title><content type='html'>a friend emailed this to me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stage in people's lives when no matter how marvelous things are really going for them, no matter how much they enjoy the wonders of single hood, no matter how stable everything really is, the inevitable days will come--the days when they will suddenly realize that hey, there are actually a lot of options. There are actually a lot of people they can associate themselves with. There are actually a lot of people they can call their significant other.These are the could-have-beens of one's life. The ones they don't intend to be together with [probably because of the number] but had they insisted, would have made it possible. The ones they find themselves so interested in, for reasons ranging from one seeing him/herself on that person to one feeling attracted to the other's interestingly different personality to one falling for the complete package. And no, these are not people they just imagine, but real people who have crossed his/her path. The neighbor they hardly talk to, the classmate they always borrow notes from, the store owner they have always found appealing, the professor they have admired from afar, the workaholic who spends time with them, or in many cases, the friend they always kept their real feelings from.And then they realize that these could-have-beens are too many for them to try one by one. So instead, they just consider them and treasure them even after they get married.If lucky enough, they bump into these "prospects" once in a while and then they say to themselves, "This could have been my partner."And when they get home, they lie awake thinking of the counter-factual."What would have happened had I ended up with him/her? Would I have been happier?"That's probably where answers begin to differ.But for the lucky ones, they realize that these could-have-beens do not equate to their greatest love. They're just simply, for lack of a better term, the ones who could-have-been in their current partner's position now. And yet, had that happened, it wouldn't stop their counter-factual thoughts---about the other could-have-beens, that is.For the lucky ones, they realize that these could-have-beens are better off in that position, one of the few that must remain untouched.After all, daydreams change when reality sets in.So sometimes, the best way to keep something special is to leave it where it's at.This thinking of the could-have-beens will probably never stop. Even though people give chances to those they think are the musts of their lives, these ideas of the could-have-beens will pop once in a while.And while these could-have-beens bother their thoughts on an occasional basis, I think it's not really because they are in love with each and every prospect but maybe because, the wonders of daydreaming is really powerful, and of course, as always, it's the thrill of wanting what one does not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I could remember, I have been living in this peaceful and undisturbed place, enclosed in sturdy and powerful walls. Plenty of people have tried to lure me away from here. Some say that I was missing half of my life by confining and isolating myself. Others condescendingly shake their heads in amusement, and knowingly declare that I will eventually surface from my dwelling. Whereas others more seek to tempt me, by promising things left and right, trying to make me believe that it was better for me to be with them, and outside my sheltered condition.Amongst all these, I stubbornly shook my head in defiance, because I was certain that my present situation was what’s best for me. It is my choice to be here, anyway. Away from pain, sheltered from sorrow, and safe from getting hurt once again.But as fate would have it, you came. Amidst the crowd, you held out your hand to me. I tried my best to refuse you, I really did. I burrowed myself further inside my place, but still you were persistent. I tried to get in touch with my cynical nature and recalled the reasons why I would rather confine myself in the first place, but I was unsuccessful. Slowly, reluctantly, I find myself leaving my personal hole. And you were there, waiting.You opened my eyes to a wonderful place, and indeed, I felt bliss. There was so much to explore, things I never thought existed, and emotions I have almost forgotten I was capable of feeling. I finally came across things that I only saw in my secret fantasies. You and me. Together. And for that moment, that is all that mattered.Yes, for a while I genuinely forgot about my past existence, and I have almost convinced myself that, as long as you are here, I was better and happier. Almost. Without warning, I slowly stirred from my trance, like a light bulb inside my head was turned on. I was reminded of the cruel realities that seem to cast a shadow over this different world I am now in. People who previously appeared as angels were now creeping back to me as monsters of my past. Places that seemed beautiful and magnificent now looked haunted. A variety of unfamiliar feelings slithered inside me—jealousy, sadness, bitterness.I searched for you, but you were not there. All of a sudden, your fingers deliberately slipped away from mine. The hand, the very being, I foolishly believed would always be there, was gone.Now I am lost and confused. I cannot return to where I came from, for you have already shown me another world beyond my own, a place where I ridiculously trusted that dreams could come true yet again. I cannot remain in this world either, since I am afraid of not being able to survive on my own, without you to hang on to.It took me quite a while to realize, and to finally admit to myself, that I have fallen in love with someone I should not have fallen in love with. And now I have no idea what to do next and where to go. The wall that used to be my shelter already has crumbled down at my feet. Once more, I am everything I swore I never will be again. --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30878511-115246813051007060?l=danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/feeds/115246813051007060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30878511&amp;postID=115246813051007060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115246813051007060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30878511/posts/default/115246813051007060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danicabydaydomingobynight.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-could-have-beens.html' title='these could-have-beens'/><author><name>danix8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09227387934716795052</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>
