Thursday, October 30, 2008 | 1:23 PM | 0 Comments
STRICTLY FOR FEMALES!
AND, just a thought for all the women out there....... .
MENtal illness, MENstrual cramps, MENtal breakdown,
MENopause... ........
Ever notice how all of women's problems start with men?........ .And
When we have real trouble it's HISterectomy! !!!
Send this to all women to have a laugh!!!!!!
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find
Supportive
Comfortable
Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!! 
♥ TrappedButterfly
| 1:22 PM | 0 Comments
BITCHOLOGY
When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a
bitch.
When I stand up for those I love,
they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they
call me a bitch.
Being a bitch means I won't
compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live my life
MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am defined as a
bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being
everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
&nb sp;
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly
am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I 'should' be.
I am outspoken,
opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong
with that!
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every
ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.
And if that makes me a bitch,
so be it!!!
I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.
B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself
B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman
B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything
B = Boys
I = I'm
T = Taking
C = Charge
H = Here
♥ TrappedButterfly
| 1:20 PM | 0 Comments
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
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. 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.
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.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
l've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care.
I just did.
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. 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.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.
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. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes 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. The four year old watched it all in silence.
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. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes 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. 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.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to streamdown their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. 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.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
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. 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.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
l've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care.
I just did.
♥ TrappedButterfly
| 1:16 PM | 0 Comments
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| 1:04 PM | 0 Comments
When you touched me like this, and held me like that,
you remember what it felt like and i want it back.
And when you kissed me like this, and whispered like that,
how did you feel with me in your arms like that?
If i touched you like this, and held you like that,
you’d remember what it felt like but would you want me back?
And if i kissed you like this, and whispered like that,
would you hold me in your arms again.
♥ TrappedButterfly
| 10:52 AM | 0 Comments
hey hey.. arnd 9.35am , there was a very very very loud siren in my lab.. we tot nth.. den MDM Choi said come lets go out.. so we wen to the nearest carpark at blk 21.. we saw smoke!!
den Shila said, maybe makcik cooking cooking den got asap eh..
aunty cooking den got smoke..
cos the smoke was near canteen 3. lol
den suddenly we end up having fire exercise. wad the hell..
All the Abang CDs wear uniform tight tight sia.. can see the butt damn clearly.. hahaha!
♥ TrappedButterfly
