<?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-12014552</id><updated>2011-08-31T18:50:16.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~^ the sum of my parts ^~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12014552.post-116203292336131241</id><published>2006-10-28T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:55:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HOME</title><content type='html'>http://kogioktin.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-116203292336131241?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/116203292336131241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=116203292336131241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/116203292336131241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/116203292336131241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-home.html' title='NEW HOME'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-115233444274164664</id><published>2006-07-08T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:54:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qu0ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"There's always a possibility that a person can get attracted to another. It's HUMAN NATURE. It's not wrong. But that's why your in a commitment, you DISCIPLINE yourself. One may get attracted to numerous prospects and its okei. As long as YOU DON'T NURSE the feeling and WON'T DO SOMETHING about it. Borderline between CHEATING and FAITHFULNESS, recognize that reality that YOU HAVE ALREADY THE PERSON that can give you more than what you can get from the CHEAP THRILLS OF ATTRACTION"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-115233444274164664?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/115233444274164664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=115233444274164664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/115233444274164664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/115233444274164664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/07/qu0ty.html' title='Qu0ty'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-114974583161630145</id><published>2006-06-08T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:50:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   I don't want to harp on my mommy and daddy's relationship but i've seen how close they are. And their relationship made me remember always, that the most essential thing about a relationship is that one and one together always make two, and if you want to survive the relationship, you must always maintain who you are and continue to grow through change. They taught me that Mom has her life, and Dad has his life and they build bridges to each other. They taught me that in my future relationships (if ever,hehe) that i must always maintain my dignity and integrity because all relationships even if how magnificent they are, are temporary and eventually i am going to be faced again with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 If i love someone, my goal is to want them to be all that they are and i will encourage them every inch of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   I don't know if some of you know the beautiful poem of Gibran about relationships. I'm going to quote a couple of sentences. It's so lovely. He says, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one also be alne. Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though the quiver to the same music."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Isn't it nice? Go to someone and say, "I want to quiver with you." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping, for only the hand of LIfe can contain your hearts. Stand together and yet not too near together for the pillars of the temple, in order to hold the temple up, stand apart. The oak tree and the cypress do not grow in each other's shadow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-114974583161630145?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/114974583161630145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=114974583161630145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/114974583161630145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/114974583161630145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationship.html' title='RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-114880472771182323</id><published>2006-05-28T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T16:25:27.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kogioktin.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://kogioktin.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-114880472771182323?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/114880472771182323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=114880472771182323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/114880472771182323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/114880472771182323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-114577526503977181</id><published>2006-04-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:28:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;DA VINCI CODE REBUTTAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Differences Between Book &amp; The Bible&lt;br /&gt;Here are only a few of the errors represented as fact in Dan Brown's novel, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is a great man or prophet in the earliest historical sources but was later proclaimed divine at the Council of Nicaea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bible Says...&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is called "God" (theos) 7 times in the New Testament. He is called "Lord" (kyrios) in the divine sense numerous times. No serious historian argues that these texts postdate the Council of Nicaea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Sea Scrolls along with the Nag Hammadi documents are the earliest Christian records&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History Says...&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Sea Scrolls are purely Jewish documents; there is nothing Christian about them. There is also no evidence any of the Nag Hammadi documents existed before the late second century A.D., with the possible exception of the Gospel of Thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;"One particularly troubling theme kept recurring in the [Gnostic] gospels. Mary Magdalene. . . More specifically, her marriage to Jesus Christ" (p. 244). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History Says...&lt;br /&gt;The Gnostic Gospels, a collection of anonymous writings that blended pseudo-Christian ideas with esoteric spirituality, say nothing about Mary and Jesus being married. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible, as we know it today, was collated by the pagan Roman Emperor Constantine" (p. 231).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History Says...&lt;br /&gt;The Bible was not collated by Constantine, who died in 337 A.D. The Old Testament existed prior to even Jesus's day. And the New Testament, although it started coming together by the end of the first century (about 90-100 A.D.), was not formalized until about 393-397 A.D. (after Constantine's death). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo's worship of the goddess and the feminine can be seen in his Mona Lisa painting. That name comes from two Egyptian deities: the god Amon and the goddess Isis, whose "ancient pictogram was once called L'ISA. The title Mona Lisa, then, is really "an anagram of the divine union of male and female (p. 121).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History Says...&lt;br /&gt;Leonardao Da Vinci did not even name this particular painting. None of his works, in fact, were titled by him. The Mona Lisa was catalogued by author Giorgio Vasari in his book Lives of the Artists (1550). It was he who first called it the Monna Lisa, which in English was shortened to Mona Lisa. It simply means Madame Lisa, and refers to the likely subject: Lisa Gherardini del Giocondo, the wife of Francesco del Giocondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; says...&lt;br /&gt;Sexual union between man and woman through which each became spiritually whole had been recast as a shameful act by the Church to 'reeducate' the pagan and feminine-worshipping religions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bible Says...&lt;br /&gt;The marriage bed is treasured and honored as pure (Heb. 13:4). Sexual activities and pleasure are normal, expected, and encouraged within a marriage. Sexual union is a divine moment for a husband and a wife -- a representation of the image of God that defines us. God established boundaries around sex to protect it and maximize its joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-114577526503977181?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/114577526503977181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=114577526503977181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/114577526503977181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/114577526503977181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-vinci-code-rebuttal-differences.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-114036239574836235</id><published>2006-02-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:19:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huling taong kinausap mo?&lt;br /&gt;:= si andrew pogi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ano kulay ng damit mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;:= white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kamusta ka naman?&lt;br /&gt;:= inaant0k,pag0d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anong ginawa mo ngayong araw na to?&lt;br /&gt;:= nagsimba, kumain sa labas tska naginternet buong hapon sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ano nasa paligid mo?&lt;br /&gt;:= bsta bahay namin..ung sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may alaga ba kayong pusa?&lt;br /&gt;:= sa awa nd Diyos WALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-malamok ba dyan?&lt;br /&gt;:= WALA din, lagot kya cla sakin.dedbol cla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-marunong kang kumanta?&lt;br /&gt;:= sana..frustration k0 yan sa buhay hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kelan ka huling natawa ng malakas?&lt;br /&gt;:= ung kasama k0 c ring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huling tinext mo?&lt;br /&gt;:= "Tse!helo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-describe yourself in ONE word?&lt;br /&gt;= maganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huling ginawa mo bago matulog?&lt;br /&gt;:= nagtxt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nakapunta ka na ba sa cebu?&lt;br /&gt;:= indi pa baka dis year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huling inutos sayo ng magulang mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:= ipadala ung picture sa email add ni m0mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-magulo ba dyan sa lugar nyo?&lt;br /&gt;:= ndi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may bf/gf ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;:= wala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nakapunta ka na ba sa malabon zoo?&lt;br /&gt;:= di pa,bakt mgnda b dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huli mong kinain?&lt;br /&gt;:= donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huli mong ininom?&lt;br /&gt;:= water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huli mong kinanta?&lt;br /&gt;:= kalimutan k0 title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-naka-experience ka na ba ng lindol?&lt;br /&gt;:=naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huling tumawag sayo sa phone/cp?&lt;br /&gt;:= c d0di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huling nagbigay sayo ng testi?&lt;br /&gt;:= si angelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huling binigyan mo ng testi?&lt;br /&gt;:= dk0 alam, c ozel ata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anong oras ka natutulog?&lt;br /&gt;:= 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nagka-sore eyes ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;:= dpa ata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anung sinusuot mo pag natutulog?&lt;br /&gt;:= shirt na maluwag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may malala ka bang sakit?&lt;br /&gt;:= tamad, sakit b un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anong ginawa mo kaninang 8am?&lt;br /&gt;:= kumain ng burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my sarili ka bang payong?&lt;br /&gt;:= oo naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kelan ka huling nagpagupit?&lt;br /&gt;:= first week ng feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-nakagat ka na ba ng aso?&lt;br /&gt;:= ndi, at never ak0ng makakagat ng as0 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nasan ka kahapong 3pm?&lt;br /&gt;:= sa skul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kelan ka huling nakakita ng rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;:= last week ata un, panay ulan dit0 sa bicol eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-madalas ka bang magchat?&lt;br /&gt;:= never ak0ng nagchat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fave radio station mo?&lt;br /&gt;:=wala, dati nikki eh non existent na xa kya wala na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kelan ka huling na-badtrip?&lt;br /&gt;:= 2 hours ag0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nakapunta ka na ba sa megamall?&lt;br /&gt;:= 00 naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nakasakay ka na ba ng pampasaherong bus?&lt;br /&gt;:= xmpre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ano huli mong napanaginipan?&lt;br /&gt;:= dk0 maalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-san ka ngpnta nung new year?&lt;br /&gt;:= sa bahay lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may kaaway ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;:= ala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-san mo gustong pumunta sa ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;:= sa kama, para matulog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-masungit ba kapitbahay nyo?&lt;br /&gt;:= nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anong kulay ng bag mo?&lt;br /&gt;:=iba iba :) pink,black,blue,green, white etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-114036239574836235?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/114036239574836235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=114036239574836235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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about love and perseverance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read this one sent by my good friend via the internet. It's a story told by Mildred Hondorf, a former school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa, who supplemented her income by teaching piano lessons for over 30 years. MIldred said that one of her students was robby, whose mother(a single mom) dropped him him off at Mildred's place for his first piano lesson. She would drop him off each time but never stopped by for a chat and waited for him in her old car from a distance. Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         Robby began with his first piano lessons, and relates Mildred, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"From the beginning i thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that require all my students to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Over the month he tried and tried while i listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, " My Mom's going to hear me play someday." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn quality&lt;/span&gt;. Then one day Robby stopped coming for his lessons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          To Mildred's surprise, Robby dropped in at her place after receiving a flyer that she was sponsoring an upcoming recital. She told him the recital was for the current pupils, but he said his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play&lt;/span&gt;," he insisted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mildred didn't know what led her to allow him to play in the recital. The night for the recital came, and the high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. Mildred put Robby up last in the program---" &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and i could always salvage his performance through my 'curtain closer'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           The recital went off without a hitch. Then Robby caame up on stage, his clothes wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg beater through it. Mildred thought, why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relates Mildred:" &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's &lt;em&gt;Concert #21 in C Major&lt;/em&gt;. I was not prepared for what i heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from the pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that mozart demands were magnificent! Never had i heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes, he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           "Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around robby in joy, "Ive never heard you play like that Robby! How did you do it?" Through the microphone Robby explained: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" Well Miss HOndorf, remember I told you my mom was sick?Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well, she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There want any dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Bobby from the stage to be placed into foster care, Mildred noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Footnote: Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April 1995.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113897106134401743?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113897106134401743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113897106134401743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113897106134401743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113897106134401743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/02/want-story-to-learn-about-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113791413375349829</id><published>2006-01-22T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T15:15:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MANNY WINS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TKO'S ERIK IN THE 10TH ROUND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113791413375349829?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113791413375349829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113791413375349829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113791413375349829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113791413375349829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/01/manny-winstkos-erik-in-10th-round.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113724768215861461</id><published>2006-01-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:08:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1909/998/1600/22207750116467l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1909/998/320/22207750116467l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1909/998/1600/22207777653959l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1909/998/320/22207777653959l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1909/998/1600/22207888222039l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1909/998/320/22207888222039l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113724768215861461?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113724768215861461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113724768215861461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113724768215861461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113724768215861461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113524331773520351</id><published>2005-12-22T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:22:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113524331773520351?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113524331773520351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113524331773520351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113524331773520351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113524331773520351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113508056303519214</id><published>2005-12-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:11:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wen love dies you don't have to die with it*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone who has gone through the agony of losing someone she loves so much will still wish against all odds to have that love back again. But, sometimes a love lost is a love gone forever. No amount of hope can bring to life a relationship that just died a natural death. Set yourself free. Let your heart spread its wings and fly. Remember, it may rain for 40 days and 40 nights, but still will not rain forever. One day the pouring will stop and there will be plenty of branches where you can find rest. One of these is where you will build your nest and start over again. It's never too late. Remember, you may find love and lose it but, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WHEN LOVE DIES, YOU NEVER HAVE TO DIE WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;".Remember that you cannot be a redeemer all your life. The best way to weigh a relationship is out in the test of fire. You cannot be a sooner of your mistake forever. Remember, we all fail and make wrong decisions but our blunders are meant not to bury us deep in misery but to teach us the valued lessons of life. Loving is always a learning process.With love, we learn how to care and sacrifice. We learn to share and reach out. We learn to be unselfish and give more than we can. And when everything doesn't end well, we learn how it fells fall, we strive to get back on our feet and move on. This is where we learn that "Life doesn't end where our heartaches begin".&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE IS NO FUTURE IN A RELATIONSHIP OF LIES AND SELFISHNESS&lt;/span&gt;. It's true, there's life in love. But, there can still be life even after losing love if you leave the past behind and let your heart heal and give you the chance to find yourself again. The success of a relationship lies not only in the beauty of its beginning but in its consistency. Make a choice not on impulse but a decision based on a healthy balance of mind and heart. Let us always remember that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"HAPPINESS IS NOT A MATTER OF DESTINY BUT A MATTER OF CHOICE"&lt;/span&gt;.There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon becomes part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of its when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than friendship. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves."&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO FORGET SOMEONE YOU LOVE. WHAT YOU NEED TO LEARN IS HOW TO ACCEPT THE VERDICT OF REALITY WITHOUT BEING BITTER OR SORRY FOR YOURSELF. YOU WOULD BETTER OFF GIVING THAT THE DEDICATION AND LOVE TO SOMEONE MORE DESERVING".&lt;/span&gt; Don't let your heart run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well. Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow."&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU LOSE LOVE, THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE FAILED IN LOVE. CRY IF YOU HAVE TO, BUT MAKE SURE THAT TEAR WASHES AWAY THE HURT AND THE BITTERNESS THAT THE PAST LEFT YOU WITH. LET GO OF YESTERDAY AND LOVE WILL FIND ITS BACK TO YOU"&lt;/span&gt;. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime.A woman on the rebound could easily fall for sweeping emotions and be made to falsely believe that she finally stumbled upon the right man when what she just found is only someone to cover up for the love she lost. A man who makes promises with words and not with actions may never live up to fulfill them. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S TRUE THAT LOVE CAN WAIT FOREVER BUT IT IS CRAZY TO STUBBORNLY HOPE FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN CARE OR UNDERSTAND HOW WE FEEL"&lt;/span&gt;.Loving someone is never a sin. It is what people do out of love that sometimes makes it all wrong. The selfish desire to want that person is what makes it a sin. Don't think only of your feelings for real love doesn't ha! ve a place for selfish people. When there is love, there is always sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--friendster bulletin p0st :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113508056303519214?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113508056303519214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113508056303519214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113508056303519214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113508056303519214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/12/wen-love-dies-you-dont-have-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113309162657852996</id><published>2005-11-28T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:48:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..i felt a marvelous peace descend over me..Of course, my heart had been completely pulverized for the past years like a dirty piece of laundry in the hands of a muscular laundress, still my spirit was not in the least broken--------perhaps not even perturbed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;storm in a teacup. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113309162657852996?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113309162657852996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113309162657852996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113309162657852996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113309162657852996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113202824777189697</id><published>2005-11-15T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:41:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victim of Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got your story to tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victim of Love;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's such an easy part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you know how to play it so well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... I think you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i mean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're walking the wire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of pain and desire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking for love in between.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- victim of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--im reading Robin Norwood's book entitled women who love too much, im enjoying it pretty much so im going to share some of it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Characteristics of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOMEN WHO LOVE TOO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;1. Typically, you come from a dysfunctional home in which your emotional needs were not met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;2. Having received little nurturing yourself, you try to fill this unmet need vicariously by becoming a care-giver, especially to men who appear, in some way, needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;3. Because you were never able to change your parents into the warm, loving caretaker you longed for, you respond deeply to the familiar type of emotionally unavailbale man whom you can again try to change, through your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;4. Terrified of abandonment, you will do anything to keep a relationship from dissolving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;5. Almost nothing is too much trouble, takes too much time, or is too expensive if it will "help" the man you are involved with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;6. Accustomed to lack of love in personal relationships, you are willing to wait, hope, and try harder to please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;7. You are willing to take far more than 50 percent of the responsibility, guilt, and blame in any relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;8. Your self-esteem is critically low, and deep inside you do not believe you deserve to be happy. rather, you believe you must earn the right to enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;9. You have a desperate need to control your men and your relationships, having experienced little security in childhood. You mask your efforts to control people and situations as being "being helpful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;10. In a relationship, you are much more in touch with your dream of how it could be than with the reality of your situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;11. You are addicted to men and to emotional pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;12. You may be predisposed emotionally and often biochemically to becoming addicted to drugs, alcohol, and/or certain foods, particularly sugary ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;13. By being drawn to people with problems that need fixing, or being enmeshed in situations that are chaotic, uncertain, and emotionally painful, you avoid focusing on your responsibility to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;14. You may have a tendency toward episodes of depression, which you try to forestall through the excitement provided by an unstable relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;15. You are not attracted to men who are kind, stable,reliable, and interested in you. You find such "nice" men boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113202824777189697?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113202824777189697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113202824777189697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113202824777189697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113202824777189697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/11/victim-of-lovei-see-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113158935058044979</id><published>2005-11-10T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:42:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pseudo-Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost like a relationship, but not quite. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a phase where the persons involved are more than friends, but not quite lovers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala.One or both of you may have admitted your feelings,possible ding hindi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi kayo. Pero sa kilos niyo,sa mga sinasabi niyo,parang kayo,pero hindi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can happen after a break-up.You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason.And for reasons that you alone know,ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag- seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang. (tama ba un?!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo may ka-relasyon na. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa boy/girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangangaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lalo na kung naghahanap ka lang naman ng "KALARO." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kze wala talagang kasiguraduhan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may patutunguhan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iba't ibang dahilan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puwedeng for fun lang. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It would be fun, if all you're after is that "kilig" feeling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And usually, in this kind of set up, merong malulugi..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"UNG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NAINLUV S TAONG TAKEN NAH...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una, you can't ask him/her to commit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ba kayo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will always be uncertain about your role in his/her life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't expect him/her to be always there with you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you feel jealous of the other boys/girls, you just have to keep it to yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ka ba niya para magselos? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with her? You can't be sure if she feels the same way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baka nag-a-assume ka lang na mahal ka rin niya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Even if you are dying to tell her you love her, you can't. Because you're not sure if she will like it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baka mapahiya ka lang. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or if there is a relationship at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you have invested all your emotions and this gurl hasn't? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you remain faithful to her, not entertaining other guys/gals, only to find out that she is seeing other girls/boys? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wala kang pinanghahawakan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kasi sa pseudo- relationship, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is no "us." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meron lang "you and me," &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hindi "us"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--tenchu blueiris :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113158935058044979?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113158935058044979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113158935058044979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113158935058044979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113158935058044979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/11/pseudo-relationships-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-113011240945283066</id><published>2005-10-24T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:21:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I woke up this morning to the sound of rain. I stretched my arms up above my head and looked outside my window. The sky was overcast, but somehow it didn't feel gloomy.I laid in bed for a few more minutes and enjoyed the soft sounds coming from outside. Days like these, you have to enjoy the rain. hay, i love the rain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-113011240945283066?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/113011240945283066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=113011240945283066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113011240945283066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/113011240945283066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-rain-fall-down-and-wake-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-112857990400247646</id><published>2005-10-06T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:25:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_ordeal_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting at the tempest..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my eyes swollen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my face muddled in timid confusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my thoughts rejected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abhorence surmounts me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruising..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crushing..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tearing me whole apart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im an invisible form,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw my savior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His light penetrating,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His face in radiance..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like an armor in insolence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He reigns amidst the darkness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hands a solace,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soft, mellow but firm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the darkness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turns into an array of a new beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the dawn shouts with praise,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My nerves rejuvinating..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My strength blistering with joy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart rock with zest,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and my fear...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melted into pieces,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engulfed by his power..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the wink of an eye,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes! GOD IS MY CONSOLATION! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--i wrote this a year ag0 :-P because of depression hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-112857990400247646?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/112857990400247646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=112857990400247646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112857990400247646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112857990400247646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/10/ordeal-im-starting-at-tempest.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-112825903724156477</id><published>2005-10-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:15:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;::been spending quality time with my parents for the past months..and i realized all over again how undeniably blessed i am..through thick and thin they were there for me and their love &amp;amp; strength never waivered. Thanks for being there. God knows I went through hell for the past few years. ( my erring years :) )sorry for straying far afield before, i broke your heart, yes but all is well now and i'm not going to make that same mistake ever again..that's a promise :)Having you guys around reminds me that heaven still exists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lhuv you mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;..*happy tears*&lt;br /&gt;now and always.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dad, you've been the reas0n behind my courage in life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: my savior Jesus Christ, thank you for reminding me evryday how much you lhuv me despite my tendency to go haywire :)&lt;br /&gt;::i only asked you for one thing but you've given me so much more..&lt;br /&gt;::i lhuv you with all that i am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Please give me time, I need to know my own heart better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;::you asked for my forgiveness, yes i forgive you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-112825903724156477?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/112825903724156477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=112825903724156477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112825903724156477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112825903724156477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-spending-quality-time-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-112764954218681266</id><published>2005-09-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:20:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know it would take me a lifetime to forget you. But then again, why would I want to? Maybe I'll just keep you tucked in a tiny part in my heart all yours so that I can always look back with a smile. I loved you. Maybe I still do. Perhaps I always will. Yes, the music will die down. But like your old favorite classics, I'm sure it will, for a long time, linger on in sweet refrains...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-112764954218681266?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/112764954218681266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=112764954218681266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112764954218681266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112764954218681266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-it-would-take-me-lifetime-to.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12014552.post-112454478448294617</id><published>2005-08-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:20:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;CHARIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gavin Degraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Staring at a maple leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Leaning on the mother tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I said to myself we all lost touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And seedless watermelon ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing from the ground is good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Body rised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It puts over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh chariot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;your golden waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;are walking down upon this face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh chariot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm singing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;To guide meGive me your…Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Remember seeking moons of birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Rings made mirrors of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The sun was just yellow energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It is a living promise land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Even over fields of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;City filled with burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;From bringing back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;More than a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;You'll be my vacation away from this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;You know what I wantHolding that cup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's pouring over the sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Makes me wanna spread my arms and fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;:::: my current favorite song...sssssiiiiiggghhhhhh :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can't think of any decent p0st kc harhar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;::: i'm just so so happy now.. contented and sane :) hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;:::"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live." i know you'll agree... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;:::Now, with so much in mind &amp;amp; heart, I find no reason for whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-112454478448294617?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/112454478448294617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=112454478448294617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112454478448294617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112454478448294617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/08/chariotgavin-degrawstaring-at-maple.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12014552.post-112209296564218455</id><published>2005-07-23T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:42:58.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An uber-young pastor gave this letter for me. He'll be living for states this august. I just love the content, it's beautiful so I'm sharing this with you. I love the way he speaks on pulpit.. Super galing! I must have been in the toilet when God decided to hand out speaking-in-public skills. I would rather spend all my days pulling out my teeth than to speak in front of a lot of people! And to think na he's only 19. He knows from where he speaks of. Nice guy. God must have been with him all this time. Super blessed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hi Stephanie! I'm writing because it's all I can do because I'm broke. Consider this as my graduation gift to you in advance. Be prepared my friend. Be very prepared. I am going to spill some secrets, mostly lessons that aren't taught in class. But do not let your learning step here even if you memorize all these, there are still more lessons that you need to learn on your own.&lt;br /&gt;The hardest lesson I've learned is that friends are earned, they do not just present themselves to you as you wish, you have to find them but you have to be a friend first before you can find one. They are living testimonies of your worth as a person, so choose your friends wisely. Choose but do not discriminate. Do not judge people according to the capacity of their brains or the thickness of their wallets or the extent of their popularity. Big brains don't necessarily go with BIG HEARTS. People with fat wallets usually have fat egos. Popularity doesn't guarantee a g0od character. Look into their hearts and the way they live their lives and how they accept you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;Do not impose yourself on people who clearly don't want to be with you. Some people will hate you NO MATTER HOW GOOD YOU ARE TO THEM. Steer clear of these monsters, they will feed on your self- esteem. You are under no obligation to prolong the presence of such hideous creatures. People hate and love you for no apparent reason. But try to be lovable anyway, you have nothing to lose on being good.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Pastor and Ate Dess regularly. Tell them everything that's troubling you with all honesty. Don't hold back. If you encounter serious problems, ask for their advice. They love it when you do that. Life in college is TOUGH. Growing up is tough. But hold on to your principles. You need to have a good grip on them especially when the emotional roller-coaster starts. Amid confusion, don't lose sight of your goals and of what you want to be. It is important to dream, but be realistic. Let Pastor and Ate Dess be your connection with reality.&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow your world to be governed by just one person. Expand your horizon. Don't be too dependent on someone. Depend on yourself, but do not be too self absorbed as to think that you can exist alone, without human company, it is not only weird, it is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate your enthusiasm. Develop your personality. You have so much potential. Laugh with a lot of people but &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;RESERVE YOUR TEARS TO THOSE WHO TRULY CARE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is not advisable to fall in love while you still have your studies to attend to. Stay away from it if possible. You can't avoid it but at least throw some barriers in its path. Be cautious of that feeling and don't let it take root. Love is a totally new experience that can turn you into a totally new person. Pray that you will not fall prey to love's fatal embrace. Not yet anyway..Be good!&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;end of his letter. Nwei kuya if you ever get to read this, thank you! I've always looked up to you though I'm a year older..ahehe! kahiya db?..another hehe to that! Bon Voyage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;--YOU already pushed my buttons! wrong m0ve dear. Do they ever shut up on your planet?..You are such a pain in the HEAD.For heaven's sake stop accusing me.The nerve!Wow.Who do you think you are?..Thank GOd when Satan hand out WICKEDNESS, i was hiding in my room.hehe! You were there instead :)--this isn't any bit like me,hehe! I was just so pissed off when she cussed me out!Hence,it unraveled my kindness and patience sakanya. BUt oh well, i hope i will find it in my heart one day to forgive her though che said that the only emotion due her is PITY, never anger or near-anger.So true, but then again she is to0 much.ala nman ako gngwa sknya.i was GENUINELY nice to her all this time.hay naku. The gurl is forever stuck in the rut.*snicker*. U know sometimes wen you're angry u have the right to be angry but that doesn't give you the right to be cruel..&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE WILL HATE YOU NO MATTER HOW GOOD YOU ARE TO THEM!.&lt;/span&gt;God Bless her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--jealousy and insecurity is a really bad combination.. it will afflict your bodies and p0ssess your minds. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sane people turn to mortal idiots.. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-112209296564218455?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/112209296564218455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=112209296564218455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112209296564218455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112209296564218455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/07/uber-young-pastor-gave-this-letter-for.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-112107038845368143</id><published>2005-07-11T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:26:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;--Cleaning my room does take a lot out of me. I'm bleary-eyed, starving and half dead. Plus the thought of my research adds up to my oh-so-stressful-day. I'm waiting for my 5pm class, im two hours early. I'm starving real bad, ahehe, bought a ham sandwich&amp; iced tea from the cafeteria, i would have ordered another sandwich, but i'm told ladies are not supposed to look like they haven't eaten in weeks. Ahehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Read Dr. Harold Sala's column last week on Phil.Star about keeping the love alive (broken relationships, marriages)..wana share some of it that i really like reading all over again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" How do you keep love alive? By not presuming on each other, by acts of kindness, by remembering that love is a fire that must be rekindled everyday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and his closing thought.."&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can start over but you never start again. You can change partners but you never go back to the genesis of a relationship and start from there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;--Saw the contoversial couple on TRL today..yes! TOM-KATIE..I've had enough, Tom's nauseating publicity stunts is becoming odious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--and to SOMEONE who is just so so depressed trying to survive a break-up, puhleezzz stop accusing me of inane things just because you have nothing concrete to blame but me. You are tragically employed to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self- doubt at its highest- in equal doses. Well, it's never too late to delve on your reasons for acting that way..i think you just have to make the best out of your present situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-112107038845368143?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/112107038845368143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=112107038845368143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112107038845368143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/112107038845368143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/07/cleaning-my-room-does-take-lot-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111960221153007769</id><published>2005-06-24T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:12:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;"an unsent letter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she stood by her doorway watching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'will he come?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Night after night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she sits by her window waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'will he come?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day by day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she called his name in prayers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Night by night she shed bitter tears"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many a pillow has been wet for many nights with many tears because you don't have the right answer. Even the longest rope has an end, i don't want you to be rudely awakened one day when i am gone. You gambled. You danced on every fete. The sad fact is you are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EMPTY&lt;/span&gt;, a life that has wandered away from what you truly feel inside. You are emotionally insane. I wish that the intoxication of sin disappear and hopefully a new value system appears in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How could i have been so grossly mistaken that you will change?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i am glad because you finally uncuffed me from all the confusions/lies/ deceptions. That is the momentous decision you ever made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you will not sit in the quadmire of sin anymore..I will be the happiest person if i will see you one day being the person that God ought you to be..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painfully i put the pieces together, no cover up, no feigning, no pride..just confession.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summoning every nerve and muscle that i have..i am so happy for you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as for me, God is wiping away the tears/fears from my eyes. My brand new world will have one metropolis where God is patiently waiting for me to lift it all up to Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What a wonder it will be for me to feel His love and hear Him whisper over and over again sweetly, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;, three words that humans oftentimes misused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111960221153007769?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111960221153007769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111960221153007769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111960221153007769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111960221153007769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/06/unsent-letterday-after-dayshe-stood-by.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111950376354249394</id><published>2005-06-23T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:08:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despite being accused of being in love- me talking about love is here to stay. I'm giving this much hyped- about emotion more time in the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MAny people i know search for love. Some of them actually look for it in every person they meet! (uhmm hi aira, ge0rge &amp;amp; john..hehe!) Wishing one day for his/ her prince/ princess to come and give them their heart. and Only to them.. I've experienced and witness how one always set aside the best of us for the moment when that special someone comes into our lives. We say we look for love when what we we really want is romance. But who wouldn't want to have someone to call their own? How dreamy it is to hear a love song on the radio and know that every word could have been written for you. Romance can make just anything sweeter. It can consume you into a fairy tale world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mistake most of us make is that we set our sights too far to see what is right in front of us. Love is such an all encompassing reality to be confined to a single experience. Romantic love certainly is love. It is so special. so exciting and breathtaking but let us never fail to apprecite the other kinds of love yearning for a liitle bit of attention..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i can say that love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..when my ever makulit m0m text me almost everyday just to say.." Baby, be a good girl and take good care of yourself..magingat pag uwi ng gabi,mahirap na.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..when i let my brother do some errands at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He hates it but he still does it anyway.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;..when my little cuzin would not leave me alone because she wants to play with me..Only with me..And when she trustingly puts her arms around my neck so tightly that i could hardly breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..when my bestest boy friend ( as in guy friend) drops everything he's doing just because i need someone to talk to. He's busy and yet he makes time just to be with me.. (hi grg! hugs..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times have we wallowed in the mud of depression bcoz we're alone..or dont have any date..etc..But i actually think that it does not mean loneliness. The truth is that we are never alone. We are just too caught up in the idea of romance to see it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True love will come in its own time..In God's time..He will bring with it romance- a walk on the clouds, wildly beating hearts, butterflies in the stomach..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But for now..we just have to focus on the love others so freely give to you..you'll find that it is just as exciting and fulfilling as being in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With all the people scrambling about, all the chaos, i find myself caught up in a haze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BUT FINALLY, SOLITUDE FOUND ME. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--- But i still wonder what makes every story perfect? Or is there such thing as "secrets" of having a perfect ending?..meron b?.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like those of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast..Sleeping beauty..etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, i know they are just pure fantasy, they live in a world of make believe created by minds that thirsts for perfect things..(just exactly like me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;while i live in the world where the things doesn't always go the way i want it, where things that could go wrong would go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111950376354249394?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111950376354249394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111950376354249394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111950376354249394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111950376354249394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/06/despite-being-accused-of-being-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111916052629372845</id><published>2005-06-19T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:24:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day a With0ut Y0u..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day, a young man and w0man was beside each other on a grassy hill. The day was perfect with a gentle breeze blowing and a setting sun that cast the surrounding into a golden glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man spoke, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"i'm so glad you're here with me, sharing this w0nderful day together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on her face, the young woman just looked at him, a thoughtful expression on her face that was casted by the sun with a golden glow, making her look extraordinary beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again he spoke, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;" all this beauty is no match to yours.The joy it brings couldn't come close to the happiness you bring to my life. I love you so much and i can't begin to imagine a life without y0u. I hope you'd stay with me f0rever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the young woman gave no resp0nse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed by the woman's silence, he asked&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;," Why are you all so quiet? Haven't you heard anything i've said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, the woman finally replied&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;,"I've been listening to every word y0u've said. As a matter of fact it is what y0u've said that kept me silent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;" Why? Have i said something wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" No", -looking straight at his eyes, she continued-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" It just made me think for a while..how long is "forever?" What does it mean to you? Then i realized that sadly yet true, despite the sincerity i may hear in your v0ice now, even though you try to say you can't live a day without me..after sometime you'd wake up one day, realizing that you were once blinded but now can last a thousand days without me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this, it was the young man's turn to be silent. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juliet- Romeo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Midnight in a dark corner of the forest where the young lovers meet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; Romeo, O, Romeo, where are you my Romeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Romeo:&lt;/span&gt; I am here , O lovely Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The young lover reached and held each other tight. After a while, they parted and sat beside each other under an old oak. The chilly night wind blew and silence surr0unded them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; You've come...i am surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Romeo:&lt;/span&gt; And why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; For i thought you w0uldn't show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Romeo: I still cannot understand, please enlighten your servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; Wise men say." the eyes are the wind0ws of one's soul." I can still remember the times gone by. The memories we've shared and ambitions we had. And i clearly remember what i saw in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Romeo:&lt;/span&gt; What have you seen in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; LOve, with most sincerity of all the others i saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Romeo:&lt;/span&gt; What does bother you then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; Time is fleeting and it scares me so. For now i can see, the love is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Romeo:&lt;/span&gt;O, you must be mistaken, for i still love you s0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt;: I beg you to stop. Go on no further, be still for a while. And hear me say, I love you dearly, But i must let g0, the love you had slipped away some time ag0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rome0:&lt;/span&gt; Why do you say this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; Romeo, O Romeo stop fooling yourself , the one that you needed , is the one y0u've f0und not in me. Spent nights in deep th0ughts, and i realized , this is the end, you came tonight, not for love. But just to keep a promise made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ROmeo:&lt;/span&gt; Believe in me, hear me say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; Hush, Rome0, hush, I beg you to stop, search for your soul. The f0rce that brought you here tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These w0rds brought the young man in deep thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; Now do you see? The things i saw in your eyes? It is no longer there isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Romeo:&lt;/span&gt; I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Juliet:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye w0uld be a start, and worry not for i hold nothing against y0u, i know through the immense pain you've brought up0n me i will gr0w..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-the end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/12014552-111916052629372845?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111916052629372845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111916052629372845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111916052629372845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111916052629372845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-with0ut-y0u.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111840433880834605</id><published>2005-06-10T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:53:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my bLog is still under construction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111840433880834605?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111840433880834605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111840433880834605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111840433880834605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111840433880834605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-blog-is-still-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111804829178353631</id><published>2005-06-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:56:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a kind of singing quiet has been settling over me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it arrived unbidden. It took me by surprise. I've had neither strength nor inclination to fight it off or question it. Maybe this quiet is nothing more or less than what some people mean by acceptance. Or peace. Or grace.But there's a richness to it, a texture, that i did not expect. It isn't passive; only still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this quiet is another form of music. It's music without motion, just harmony frozen into time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could explain how i've finally arrived at this amazing calm. Truthfully, though i suspect that i didn't achieve this quiet or even find it. It found me when the time was right. Peace keeps it's own schedule. and when it comes, it's a gift freely given, more than something earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A big part of the calm that has settled over me is the happy conviction that the HEART DOES HEAL after an aching HEART from all the bathetic/corny/effusive, emotional/lovey-dovey stuff that i went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3366;"&gt;NonetheLess, the LHUV will always be there somewhere inside of me.. a big part..=)*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i have come to feel a proud confidence that i emerged from this with my spirit and FAITH intact..and a great deal of w0nderful life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This calm i feel now- in some ways it's a durable case of the contented exhaustion i've felt like after cleaning my oh so messy r0om for a whole day hehe, or playing music through the night, or w0rking r0und the clock on something that seemed terribly important at that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a calm that comes from knowing that i've held nothing back..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------I'm advertising this again---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out CHEZIE's LOVELY EARRINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..which she herself designed..&lt;br /&gt;[ you can email her for 0rders ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://photos.yahoo.com/chezka_licious&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111804829178353631?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111804829178353631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111804829178353631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111804829178353631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111804829178353631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/06/kind-of-singing-quiet-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111786848591271368</id><published>2005-06-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:47:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;went to capitol with my m0m,to renew my passport..&lt;br /&gt;due to unwelcome circumstances, our endeavor was futile bcoz it was s0brang hot inside the building..the queue was so long and there were many people pa kc meron pang jobs fair..a requirement and i unfortunately forgot to have my old passport photocopied..and there was no xerox machine available there..hay..i looked everywhere hopefully to find oNe outside the bldg under the intense heat to no avail..it was really ill-timed..so there we went straight home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend everyoNe!..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chezie, tnx for making the eaRRiNgs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS!!!..love eaRRingS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit chezie's site..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://photos.yahoo.com/chezka_licious&lt;br /&gt;[and for orders email her..her email add is aLready included der..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her designs are all so pretty &amp; tastefuL =) i just absolutely lhuv them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a pHrase often rings through my mind-- one that i read from my daily devotion journal.." Don't wish your life away."&lt;br /&gt;i figured the author was just trying to damper on my excitement for whatever was coming.Or maybe she d0esn't know the w0rd FUN..or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;But she featured bios of the victims of the terrorist attacks. They are pieces of pe0ple's lives. In many of them i read something that TUGS at my heart, something very personal. Little bits of information about a life cut short.. triple sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i read about men who w0rked hard and made lots of money, but who would rather be home playing with their children;about w0men who had recently married; about dead men whose wives gave birth not so long after the attacks. They are also stories of those who delayed doing the things they desired so much to do--and know it is too late.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, " Don't wish your life away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be honest i avoid talking or even thinking about death..it's a taboo w0rd for me..not that i don't know where i will go up0n kissing the dust..i don't fear death it's what missing certain things/ points in my life that i'm so afraid of..the pe0ple i love and the list goes on and on..hay..i know it's inevitable but that's how i feel..but i will make an exception..anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever ask urselves these questions?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do i spend so much time wishing for something to happen someday in the future that i totally miss out on the opportunities i have today?"&lt;br /&gt;"How am i spending my time in these uncertain days?&lt;br /&gt;and the most important question of all.....&lt;br /&gt;"when i die where will i g0?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111786848591271368?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111786848591271368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111786848591271368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111786848591271368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111786848591271368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/06/went-to-capitol-with-my-m0mto-renew-my.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111726128430213717</id><published>2005-05-29T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:49:08.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"3rd Doulos Summer Camp"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro and i just arrived home from almost a week of camping trip somewhere here in bic0l..the place was so nice..tnx to ptr ric0!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well there is always a preconceived notion that religious activities such as this is completely monoton0us, gruesome for some and just plain crap, but for me who practically grew up in a christian h0me its just sobrang fun&amp; its so fulfilling to spend time with pe0ple wh0 shares the same faith..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,the youth camp was filled with sleepless nights, aching back, f0od![definitely!wahehe!],new friends [there were ab0ut 116 campers if im not mistaken ,games, w0rksh0ps, sessi0ns,SINGING&amp;amp;dancing!fun!FUN!and more fun with people with infectious love in serving G0d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day was tiring..kc we had to travel for almost 2 hours..to an ALMOST secluded barrio i dont exactly know ab0ut..but nwei arriving there was w0rth the buhaghag hair, the oily skin, and the wrinkles due to impatience..harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;made lots of friends..hi aiza!hi achie liza! achie beth&amp; achie grace! hi hubert! hi angelo! kuya bj! mark 1&amp;amp;2!=)sassy&amp;her sister! the manalang boys &amp;amp;girls! diane! jen! abby 1 &amp;2! Gessica! bel! scott! cody!and a lot more pa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i so love our speaker by the way..s0bra..=) he is the s0n of the former Congressman Ptr.Edward Pilapil..he really did challenge me in my spiritual standing..He is s0brang rich but he is uber humble..actually he is more like a prosperity speaker for that matter..:)He spoke with blithe intelligence of the true situation..and realization swelled within me..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---one thing i will not forget in camp was the final challenge that we had to go thr0ugh..&lt;br /&gt;the challenge was to go inside a very dark r00m ALONE, and find one matchstick hidden somewhere. i tell you the room was big and it was so dark! and i was s00000ooo000 SCARED! prior to my challenge i was freaking out kc nga 0bviousLy i'm scared of the DARK! i was at the verge of crying na tlg but kept in mind that FEAR=LACK OF FAITH..so eventually i did the challenge and the challenge after that in blindfold.and im so so pr0ud of myself! ahehe!---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;and 0..my br0 met this girl in camp..and i think andrew likes her very much, he is so weird now, he turned to some sort of enthralled tickled pink boy who was given bunch of assorted toys..0000hhh my gawddddddd..i just can't picture my LITTLE BROTHER having some girlfriend na &amp;amp; falling in love..thinking all those mushy stuff gives me goosebumps--eewww! He's still a baby! my baby![he's 18 by d way&amp;amp;never had a girlfriend!] and wen he asked the girl for a dance on our banquet night i freaked out!wahehehe! it was just a berserk moment for me..waaah!!! mental conditioning..this is so not happening..okei im over acting! zip it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rest of the camp passed quickly, like a movie film being run off in a rapid blur, rushing to the climax but anyhow..i had sooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeee!-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111726128430213717?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111726128430213717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111726128430213717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111726128430213717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111726128430213717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/05/3rd-doulos-summer-camp.html' title='&quot;3rd Doulos Summer Camp&quot;'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111666970008138471</id><published>2005-05-22T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:03:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Before Sunset" &amp; "Before Sunrise"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm Bored..=-@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's moment like these, when i have to look for some good hollywood m0vies in the CD rack hoping to mollify my boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my choices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;~lost in translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;~In good company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;~Wedding Date &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;~Before Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chose the Latter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If some of you have seen &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Before Sunset"&lt;/span&gt; you will agree with me that it was uber &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B-O-R-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;..pure conversation from beginning to end..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The story was about Jesse and Celine &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(played by Ethan Hawke &amp;amp; Julie Delpy)&lt;/span&gt; meet each other once again in Paris after 9 years, since their first fateful encounter in Austria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The characters know that their time together is short lived and instead of succumbing to the sexual tension that they have, they live out the intensity of the instant through profound conversations while immersed in an unfamiliar place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, it was boring &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it gave me some thoughts to contemplate up0n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbyes are inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesse and Celine knows that they must soon go back to their separate lives. The poignancy is in realizing that though the moment has ended, there is no real "finality" in the affair because the partings happen when things seem to have only just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To echo Celine in "Before Sunset", &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"When you're young you just believe you'd meet many people you will connect with, but later in life you realize it only happens a few times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's those very words that i've been going back to. It's what im mindful of as well when i'm my very own patient,especially in these times when my peers or the people i meet are still exploring the interlacing avenues of the quarter life district [or whatever you call it].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To know that you can never replace the ones you meet at those intersections because &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"EVERYONE IS MADE OF SPECIFIC DETAILS"&lt;/span&gt;, is to realize that the only remedy is to relish everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"To fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run", as Rudyard Kipling once wrote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the light is never lost, the sun never sets on happy memories, especially when the moment is lived out in it's entirety".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111666970008138471?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111666970008138471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111666970008138471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111666970008138471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111666970008138471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/05/before-sunset-before-sunrise.html' title='&quot;Before Sunset&quot; &amp; &quot;Before Sunrise&quot;'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111648854736562719</id><published>2005-05-20T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:50:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>italian outburst..haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"desidero smetterete appena di rendermi la caduta per voi ancora una volta quando non siete là interferire me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop che dite che lo amate quando avete deciso per lei un molto tempo fa quello è lei scegliete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo confondete un lotto perchè deve concludere questo senso? perchè? Diami una risposta ragionevole a quella forse che smetterei di essere questo perdente interessato"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahehe..a lot of emotions balled up into one..tried italian for my outburst..haha!i hope its not that bad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as if man my message will get through..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my current state of mind-and heart- is still best summed up by the lyrics of the MIKAILA song, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"The Art of Letting Go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Put away the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Put away the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I put over and over through my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've held them till i'm blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;They kept my hope a live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As if somehow that i'd keep you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once you believed in a love forever more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How do you leave it in a drawer?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Guess i'm just learning.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Try to say it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Say the word goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But each time it catches in my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You're still here in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And i can't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So i hold on to what i wanted most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Maybe someday we'll be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wish I could open up that door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Watching us fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What can i d0?&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The pain of one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where do i start, to live my life alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess i'm learning..ONLY LEARNING....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111648854736562719?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12014552.post-111631686801978742</id><published>2005-05-18T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:05:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Should i do it?"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is something i came up with after reading chris' entry about the "V" word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we all know relationships between young adult or even teenager for that matter are often tenous, tempestuous things- hormones are on overdrive [ as my mom puts it] and social factors play larger roles during this period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many start out believing that being a virgin at a certain age is social suicide. Its a rite of passage that must be handled at a stage where most girls are handling it- in highschool. Or so many believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've read something from an article about a girl named Katrina 15, who is a sort of girl who watches what a lot of people do first before actually trying something out herself. In this case the popular girls at her highschool had been talking about sex threshhold and were smugly lording it over those who didn't, making tina feel pressured to go all the way. Her problem is that she doesn't have a boyfriend to share the momentuous occasion with. She's anxious to be a real woman, as she put it. But she waited so long that by the time she was 22, it wan't special anymore, but an albatross hanging around her neck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being preoccupied with social pressures like the need to feet in and to b e acknowledged as a woman, this is serious stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parents on the other hand feel too awkwARD about bringing up sex in any discussion because sex is clumsy, portentous topic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all, with the way films and TV shows have been exploiting it, there's no need to have that birds-and-the-bees-talk, parents sometimes reason out. Making the issue all the more volatile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most girls now have already eschewed the false modesty of Maria Clara. Virginity doesn't have the cachet it used to have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But well, the idea of walking down the flower-lined path to marriage in unsoiled, virginal white, primly on to virtue and chastity is still the best held ideal for me..=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in waiting for the right person. I hear so many stories about how people lost their virginity and that if they could go back and change it, they would. I just don't want to be that kind of person who loses it to some guy i don't even know or care about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sex is a major thing it should be special.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Being able to understand, comprehend and process the emotions and ideas going through your head when it comes to highly complex issues like sex is necessary, because when you step through that threshhold, you cant go back"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;hi chr!s thanks for the idea..hehe!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111631686801978742?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111631686801978742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111631686801978742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111631686801978742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111631686801978742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/05/should-i-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111616801402259766</id><published>2005-05-16T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:12:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;just arrived from leg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i dont know whats wRong with my shoutb0x..tsk! tsk! evrytime i CLICK tag, COOKIES DEACTIVATED appears.kairita..i cant tag 2L0Y..sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;weL..from mundaNe things to kooky ones these are the things that eventuate wen i was in legaspi..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. i saw THEM sa mall~ the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IT-SHOULD-NOT-BE-SEEN-COUPLE&lt;/span&gt; at the course of my resurgence. Talk about my heart breaking into pieces AGAIN the m0ment i saw them..gud thing they werent aBle to see me, namutla ba namn ak0.haha! Txted ge0rgE right away, hay super thankfuL ak0 bc0z grg was there to comf0rt me and eventually reas0ned out to m0m nLng to get out from d mall bc0z it was too cr0wded blah blah.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. so dad dropped us off sa UKAY2, funny bc0z mas cRowded haha!..but it was more than ok for me at Least i wont have any fears of seeing them for heavens sake..so to take my mind off them, i went looking for ballerina flats to no avaiL..i ended up buying this cute yellow t0p for onLy 50 bucks..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. we celebrated our dear PAPU`s BDAY- she just turned 91..and still look stunning for her age..ahehe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.the church attendance this morning was copious and i know my dad was too happy for that..love his sermon t0o about praying for one another and stuff..made me rethink my praying habits..idLe..hehe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5.my dear friend pam called me up, good to have heard her v0ice agaiN..been such along time since her last call.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;by d way pam, ung pasalub0ng k0 dont f0rget! hehe! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. to keep myseLf busy, im fiddling with the rubber slippers i bought and designing it with beads ang stuff..uber pretty....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111616801402259766?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111616801402259766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111616801402259766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111616801402259766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111616801402259766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-arrived-from-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111586875999449653</id><published>2005-05-12T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:50:39.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"classic southern belle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="belle" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102883863_thernbelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are the classic southern belle. You are kind,&lt;br /&gt;proper, responsible, and very adult like. You&lt;br /&gt;attend church every Sunday and you have grace,&lt;br /&gt;poise, and are very dainty. You are mature&lt;br /&gt;beyond your years and prefer gentlemen of well&lt;br /&gt;kept families for your marrying. But don't be&lt;br /&gt;afraid to break loose from your corset strings&lt;br /&gt;once and awhile and just have some fun. You're&lt;br /&gt;only a kid once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111586875999449653?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111586875999449653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111586875999449653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111586875999449653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111586875999449653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/05/classic-southern-belle.html' title='&quot;classic southern belle&quot;'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111511112857227875</id><published>2005-05-03T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:53:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got me thinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the past 7 months i became not so proud of myself. From a former miser, i had turned to the ultimate shopaholic. i cant blame myself though, after learning the "it-should-be-forgotten-thing" in my life i just had so many things in my head that i would have probably ended up jumping into a river hoping to be saved from some highly emotional torment/ affliction/ agony/ throe whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe hoping for s0me temporary sanity i was able to find solace in buying things for myself after years of saving and all. ewan.. i just had this appetite to buy buy and buy some more to lessen whatever pain i was feeling at that time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont ask me how much money ive spent..ask riNg about it.haha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it just got me thinking how stupid i was! i will never ever do that again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive learned my lesson well, hay s0brang nanghinayang ako sa money..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well im back to my old self again, - steph - the muckworm =) and dat makes me proud now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111511112857227875?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111511112857227875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111511112857227875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111511112857227875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111511112857227875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-got-me-thinking.html' title='Just got me thinking..'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111493202908471137</id><published>2005-05-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:28:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wear sunscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. the longterm benefits of sunscreen have been proven by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more than my own reliable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ oh well ive been thinking of cussing somebody out, im n0t uptight or what i just want to feel how it is to bad-mouth for once in my life..hehe. yayks.. i dont think i can ever do that, not in this lifetime..cgr0 for the fun of it lang.period.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be reckless with other peoples HEARTS. Dont put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; [ karma baby,and it goes around....as crissie puts it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont waste your time on JEALOUSY. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, its only with yourself. [&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so true, i can just simply raise my hand and attest to this=)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[you know my secret na..haha! kidding!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Read the directions, even if you dont follow them. [&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;futile you might think but it helps sometimes].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT READ BEAUTY MAGAZINES. THEY WILL ONLY MAKE YOU FEEL UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom contributed something, she said Dont mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i asked my dad something to chip in too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it..here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But guys.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111493202908471137?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111493202908471137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111493202908471137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111493202908471137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111493202908471137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/04/wear-sunscreen.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111416878097445773</id><published>2005-04-22T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:28:56.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really dont have a coherent thought in mind right now except love..sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we aLways surmise our past love as a faiLure but it isnt aLways the case, we aLways attain something constructive from it..everything happens for the best-as the saying aLways goes..you gain strength,courage aNd confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look FEAR in the face. We must always do the thing which we think we cannot d0..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wen you get into a tight place and everything goes against u..NEVER ever give up..for that is the just d place and time that the tide will turn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the heart does heal&lt;/span&gt; even if we tend to hunch our first love as the most special thing in the world thinking it will be our last and we will not love like this again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but we will love like this again except that wen we d0, we will deny that we ever loved like this bef0re..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi crissie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111416878097445773?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111416878097445773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111416878097445773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111416878097445773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111416878097445773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-really-dont-have-coherent-thought-in.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111406473141106315</id><published>2005-04-21T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:49:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tickled pink by the thought that 4 months from now my lovely aunt is going to give birth to a mestiz0 baby b0y..h0oray! im visualizing wat he would look like..im so s0 wigged out.. cant wait..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111406473141106315?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111406473141106315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111406473141106315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111406473141106315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111406473141106315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/04/tickled-pink-by-thought-that-4-months.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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-12014552.post-111383004017928460</id><published>2005-04-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:49:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pls log on to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.one.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.one.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and sign up to support this cause to eliminate poverty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is The ONE Campaign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE is a new effort by Americans to rally Americans – ONE by ONE – to fight the emergency of global AIDS and extreme poverty. The ONE Campaign is engaging Americans through a diverse coalition of faith-based and anti-poverty organizers to show the steps people can take, ONE by ONE, to fight global AIDS and poverty.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12014552-111383004017928460?l=stephie12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/feeds/111383004017928460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12014552&amp;postID=111383004017928460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111383004017928460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12014552/posts/default/111383004017928460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephie12.blogspot.com/2005/04/pls-log-on-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09087758196612301751</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>
