<?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-18160845</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:08:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutup 'n' read</title><subtitle type='html'>just read. :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8977107575829061884</id><published>2009-06-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:45:27.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready, set, go !</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ready, set, go !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I've been gone for some time.. for a long time... blah blah blah XD&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with stuffs all over the net especially in Facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;updates on the way !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember my post about the guy I love, o yeah ! he's courting me nao ! :D&lt;br /&gt;that's what's new.. but we're having problems though. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I haven't started watching Clannad yet.&lt;br /&gt;My dad got mad for staying up late just watching animes the whole&lt;br /&gt;day, our electric bill went up up up !! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend suggested another anime I haven't tried watching the 1st ep either&lt;br /&gt;it's too delicate I might get a new addiction. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you want to try it out here's the title:: &lt;a href="http://www.animes.tv/da-capo/"&gt;Da Capo&lt;/a&gt; **clickable**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to go to crunchryoll so yeah, I dun't know what episode is now available&lt;br /&gt;except for the latests epi I've watched which is Epi 80-82 I think ? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolis about to start and expect more late entries. =P&lt;br /&gt;but I hope to keep visiting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hugs and kisses !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja ~ !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8977107575829061884?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8977107575829061884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-set-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8977107575829061884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8977107575829061884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-set-go.html' title='ready, set, go !'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7167012876638277408</id><published>2009-04-24T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:23:55.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;summer bummer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;there, again as you can see it's been long. :))&lt;br /&gt;well, it's because i was too lazy to type..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;okay, i've been nusy with texting nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;because of this so called clan that i joined in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/phcckewl"&gt;P H C C&lt;/a&gt; ( Pahardcore Clan) :))&lt;br /&gt;that clan is the clan for gm addicts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so there, that's were i've been spending almost all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;of my time and all of my MONEY !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o yea !! summer's a bummer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gaah !! since when did summer became cold !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;come on ! ugh... i can't enjoy it that much because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the weather change.. (I hate climate change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sudden changes in weather made me sick.. shit !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i currently have &lt;b&gt;cough and colds&lt;/b&gt; err...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and it is suc burden for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can't breathe freely and i can't sing that much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;grr !!! hate it !!!!&amp;nbsp; curse you rain !!! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;anime update :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;::: SHUGO CHARA :::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;episode 79 is now out in crunchyroll for members&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and will be out in publice for free in &lt;b&gt;20 hours&lt;/b&gt; ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but if you can't wait any longer go to &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;youtube&lt;/b&gt; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;::: KANON :::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have finished it ! at last !!! it's really a nice anime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's not your typical fighting type &lt;/b&gt;of anime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it really does revolves around LOVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a must watc anime series.. ;]&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; 24 episodes only.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;::: CHOBITS :::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;finally done !! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o yeah ! &lt;/b&gt;marathon.. also about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but with a cute twist ^^&amp;nbsp; i guess most of you already know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anime right ?? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;::: SUMOMOMO MOMOMO :::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'll be having a recap on this later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gonna repeat episode 2. &lt;/b&gt;i lost track of the story already.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;been busy watching chobits and kanon.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;really funny !!! &lt;b&gt;put the stress away !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;watch sumomomo momomo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;::: CLANNAD :::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;next on my list !! ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;personal update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have my own facebook already !! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1664381299&amp;amp;hiq=ina%2Cmacailao"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;add me up guys !! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ja !! ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7167012876638277408?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7167012876638277408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-bummer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7167012876638277408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7167012876638277408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-bummer.html' title='summer bummer'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3596480812390660376</id><published>2009-04-12T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:17:46.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;home at last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally am home.. :)&lt;br /&gt;actually I was back yesterday.. lol&lt;br /&gt;just got lazy of going online because I was so&lt;br /&gt;tired of our trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Mexico, Pampanga at 6am and arrived Candaba, Pampanga by 7:15 to&lt;br /&gt;pick up some of our relatives who are on the same way as we are.. :)&lt;br /&gt;then we arrived manila by 8:30 am... so early !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now about my vacation..&lt;br /&gt;My first 2 days there wasn't good really...&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do, so hot, so bored.T_T&lt;br /&gt;but good things started to happen after that..&lt;br /&gt;getting colder every night, planning our trips, went to other relatives, went to the mall, etc.&lt;br /&gt;but the best thing in my vacay is our swimming ! yay !&lt;br /&gt;a great relief from HOTNESS. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I even ran onto some of my friends here in Manila.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough yesterday and the day before that..&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about today..&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday so I went to church.&lt;br /&gt;after that nothing else to do so that ends up to&lt;br /&gt;being online ! :)&lt;br /&gt;I checked my friendster and replied to my unanswered comments&lt;br /&gt;and finally watched the latest episode of Shugo Chara Doki !&lt;br /&gt;Episode 77 is now available in &lt;a href="http://crunchyroll.com/"&gt;crunchyroll.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished Kanon. it was &lt;b&gt;really good&lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;from the very beginning until the last episode. :)&lt;br /&gt;you really have to watch it !!! I swear !!&lt;br /&gt;next stop while waiting for Episode 78 &amp;amp; 79 of Shugo Chara Doki!&lt;br /&gt;is Chobits and Clannad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day for my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Ian Abanilla&lt;br /&gt;+Raymond (whose surname I don't don't know) *peace outs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjobi Omedeto !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayo !! :) (bye)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3596480812390660376?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3596480812390660376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3596480812390660376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3596480812390660376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-at-last.html' title='home at last'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6878410654176815134</id><published>2009-04-05T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:09:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ! it's finally vacation for me ! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving this 2 in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;we'll be staying at Pampanga for the rest of the holy week.&lt;br /&gt;it means i'll be out for a week.. i'll be missing the stuffs i do&lt;br /&gt;here in manila.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's also good for me to be out.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;good thing episode 77 of Shugo Chara Doki! will be available on saturday..&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be home by then. ;)&amp;nbsp; just in time.. yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got finished with episode 10 in Kanon and episode 2 in sumomomo momomo,suzumiya haruhi no yuutsu and clannad... when i get back i'll start Chobits episode 1 !! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so much for this summer.. gotta make it worth it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. since i'll be out all my accounts (friendster,facebook,myyearbook,ym,blogger,multiply)&lt;br /&gt;will be inactive for a while.. even just for 6 days. ;)&lt;br /&gt;finally, i get the time to rest from all these high tech gadgets that makes me stressed. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour to go and i'm off to pampanga.. see yah all when i get back !!&lt;br /&gt;updates on saturday or maybe on sunday already..&lt;br /&gt;i've got to rest too you know.. TCCIC !!! (take care 'coz i care) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha!! ne.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6878410654176815134?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6878410654176815134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6878410654176815134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6878410654176815134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5824676997678304816</id><published>2009-04-04T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:08:26.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contented</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;contented &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day pretty late. lol. overslept again.. "as usual"&lt;br /&gt;though morning wasn't my usual one.. it was a bit cold&lt;br /&gt;since it rained for at least more than an hour before I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's saturday as you all know if you read most of my entries,&lt;br /&gt;what I do during saturday is choir practice and study of organ.&lt;br /&gt;so again that's already a routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that I went straight back home to watch some anime.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately the anime i'm currently watching (Shugo Chara Doki!) isn't available yet.&lt;br /&gt;since I was so fast I'm already in episode 77. lol. that episode is not yet available&lt;br /&gt;in the philippines how pathetic. so I decided to search for a new anime to get&lt;br /&gt;started with before I watch Chobits again... I searched for Comedy, Romance genre of anime.&lt;br /&gt;so there a few came out and I checked them out.. but only 4 got my attention badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Kanon&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2DCZQfkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/17MGTGzjaGE/s1600-h/Original_Kanon_game_girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2DCZQfkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/17MGTGzjaGE/s200/Original_Kanon_game_girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Clannad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2JvbIn8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/G3Wh4gjkbP8/s1600-h/421px-clannad_characters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2JvbIn8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/G3Wh4gjkbP8/s200/421px-clannad_characters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2NZ-la4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FXIXHZeFuKA/s1600-h/182583200_69744b76ff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2NZ-la4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FXIXHZeFuKA/s200/182583200_69744b76ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Sumomomo Momomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2MBTGYoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VFRvTA4WL-o/s1600-h/sumomovo8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2MBTGYoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VFRvTA4WL-o/s200/sumomovo8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to check those out.. but before you check &lt;b&gt;sumomomo momomo&lt;/b&gt; you need to have&lt;br /&gt;a great and wide understanding.. ;) hahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;those four animes are mostly about love and school life so you can connect to it&lt;br /&gt;somehow.. enjoy viewing those animes.. well, join me in my hapiness. lol.&lt;br /&gt;okay it's pretty late. :) i have to sleep.. &lt;b&gt;OYASUMINASAI!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5824676997678304816?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5824676997678304816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/contented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5824676997678304816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5824676997678304816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/contented.html' title='contented'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Sdd2DCZQfkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/17MGTGzjaGE/s72-c/Original_Kanon_game_girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7516623213655665942</id><published>2009-03-31T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:33:37.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SdGNdjtYt2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qYvUcmFyKac/s1600-h/Amu_Hinamori_by_HinataSenpai.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SdGNdjtYt2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qYvUcmFyKac/s320/Amu_Hinamori_by_HinataSenpai.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this summer I have been thinking what to do. :))&lt;br /&gt;haha. now problem solved. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Shugo Chara. the idea started as I remember my&lt;br /&gt;friends talking about this anime.. and I wonder if it really is a good one to watch..&lt;br /&gt;I started watching it last wednesday. and now as far as i know I want to finish it..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha !! i love it.. "cool &amp;amp; spicy"&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;-----&amp;nbsp; most famous line ;)&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in episode 47 and i'm not the only one watching it.&lt;br /&gt;as i watch this anime ate ning (helper) joined in. LOL&lt;br /&gt;she loved it as much as I do. we won't be stopped from what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha !! but still planning to have a swimming party. "sorth of"&lt;br /&gt;if not by this week maybe the next week... and if not a swimming party&lt;br /&gt;maybe sleep overs will do as long as me and my friends will be together.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay that's all for now !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7516623213655665942?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7516623213655665942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-summer-i-have-been-thinking-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7516623213655665942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7516623213655665942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-summer-i-have-been-thinking-what.html' title=''/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SdGNdjtYt2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qYvUcmFyKac/s72-c/Amu_Hinamori_by_HinataSenpai.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8724243059524497213</id><published>2009-03-27T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:08:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/ScxXe4XVKvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Sg8asRXE3f0/s1600-h/azumanga+hachi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/ScxXe4XVKvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Sg8asRXE3f0/s320/azumanga+hachi.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can really feel that it's already summer. The weather is extreme, nothing to do, oversleeping and lazy to move. I hate it when times like this comes. I get tired for doing absolutely nothing. What I hate most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;is that I'm not with my friends, which is a great sorrow to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This summer, we're planning to have a swimming party (sorth of) this coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're still looking for a place though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this morning one of my friend and barkada, &lt;b&gt;mavie&lt;/b&gt;, gave me a gift. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it wasn't any material. Instead she gave me a site.. :) she made it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was touching since it includes a message for me..&amp;nbsp; It made my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;teary, and I realized that somehow I touched their lives.. Because I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was a useless person. That I haven't done anything for my friends. But for what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mavie did, she proved me wrong. I really love my friends so much !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would do anything just to make them happy... I never had these kind of friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;until now. "&lt;b&gt;Azumanga Hachi&lt;/b&gt;" is such a blessing for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though we have different traits and different religions that didn't hinder us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in being one. We always have misunderstandings but never became a BIG DEAL to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of us have known each other for a long time. some of us were known not that long yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still we made a bond that is unbreakable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;source :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosele Evangelista &lt;/b&gt;(for the illustration)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8724243059524497213?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8724243059524497213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8724243059524497213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8724243059524497213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/ScxXe4XVKvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Sg8asRXE3f0/s72-c/azumanga+hachi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-16347324767529429</id><published>2009-03-24T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:08:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;what if ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/ScjJTjxMasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yQGUPzM3FDI/s1600-h/1_938759569l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/ScjJTjxMasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yQGUPzM3FDI/s200/1_938759569l.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today was a tiring but happy day. even though i didn't go to school&lt;br /&gt;and didn't join my friends today...&lt;br /&gt;it was so hot as in sizzling hot. I don't feel comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the day I texted everyone in my group list...&lt;br /&gt;okay, my crush replied.. (the one on the pic)&lt;br /&gt;my crush is actually my bestfriend.. I call him "asawa co" and calls me back&lt;br /&gt;the same thing, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we started texting and stuffs.. asking different things about&lt;br /&gt;each other and so on.. Until it comes to the point that I opened&lt;br /&gt;the 'lovelife' topic. Since I know that he knows that he's my crush..&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it but tell it again to him and asking him...&lt;br /&gt;He has a girlfriend at the moment but not really that serious..&lt;br /&gt;so I told him how I feel with my crush... and he said how he feels about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me why I didn't tell it to him earlier.. because something would have&lt;br /&gt;happened if I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;my heart pounded really hard. I don't know what to do .. I felt happy and worried and excited and sad.&lt;br /&gt;in short mixed emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad knowing that I had a chance but didn't grab it earlier that's why someone took&lt;br /&gt;him away from me and he'll be flying to America, he asked me if I can wait for him to come back ?&lt;br /&gt;i told him yes. and asked again.. even if it would take years... and i still answered yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me that if could not wait any longer I should find another person while waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;so that my love won't go to waste. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet !!! okay I don't know what will happen next. since I'm still&lt;br /&gt;texting with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update you tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-16347324767529429?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/16347324767529429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/16347324767529429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/16347324767529429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if.html' title='what if ?'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/ScjJTjxMasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yQGUPzM3FDI/s72-c/1_938759569l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-515699486821015073</id><published>2009-03-23T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:18:17.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bestfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=love-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/love-1.gif" style="border: 0px solid; cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;today nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;we took our post tests on major subjects.&lt;br /&gt;we found it not that hard but somehow confusing making&lt;br /&gt;it harder than it looks like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we,the non-competitors, did our practical exam in P.E which is&lt;br /&gt;the dance Lacucaracha . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard since a lot of the steps have been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a tiring school work we ate at Midcentre Haven .&lt;br /&gt;we did stuffs that we can't do inside the room and school.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;But after we ate most of the azumanga hachi went to tom's world to&lt;br /&gt;hang-out , play , and waste money. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since they were gone, me,rosele, and lara talked about certain problems we're having.&lt;br /&gt;During our conversation rosele opened up her deeper feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It was her first time to tell something that so serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about mavie. She treats mavie as her bestfriend but she doesn't feel&lt;br /&gt;that mavie treats her the same. So she shared this feelings first to april. Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;april decided to tell it to mavie, because she thinks that it would be better if&lt;br /&gt;mavie will know how rosele feels. Rosele got angry actually not really angry but&lt;br /&gt;she felt bad about april telling her secret. because she opened up to her and trusted her&lt;br /&gt;but she failed. Now that mavie knows how rosele feels , rosele doesn't know how to&lt;br /&gt;approach mavie anymore. She's having a hard time and she feels awkward talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we felt her pain and self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never thought that we will have this kind of problem&lt;br /&gt;in our group. But someday, it'll be finished without us noticing it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-515699486821015073?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/515699486821015073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/515699486821015073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/515699486821015073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/bestfriend.html' title='bestfriend'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1056663823721582349</id><published>2009-03-22T08:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:52:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and contented :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;happy and contented.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met new friends in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;namely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tess, ryyan, peter, and shin..&lt;/span&gt; actually there's a lot more&lt;br /&gt;but they're my closest so far.&lt;br /&gt;they're nice and friendly and rich too !!&lt;br /&gt;which I'm not. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's go to the main event..&lt;br /&gt;we're currently at our last days in school.&lt;br /&gt;actually tomorrow is our final day but we can still&lt;br /&gt;go to school if we wish to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for my friends who are competitors&lt;br /&gt;since they got into the honorable.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ellaine &lt;/span&gt;(7th) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; (10th) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rosele&lt;/span&gt;(13th)&lt;br /&gt;congratulations !! after some problems we had it made a&lt;br /&gt;good and successful outcome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm bored again. nothing much to do.. since it's already summer.&lt;br /&gt;might as well focus on my guitar and piano lessons and might take up&lt;br /&gt;summer jobs. LOL.  planning to have swimming parties with my friends&lt;br /&gt;and a few meet ups with my online buddies. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making this summer a productive one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1056663823721582349?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1056663823721582349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-and-contented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1056663823721582349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1056663823721582349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-and-contented.html' title='happy and contented :)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1593967547804354440</id><published>2009-03-07T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:36:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when someone leaves, someone new will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, my idol/crush/favorite  the master rapper just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;So sad. We (me and my mom) even thought that he looks so cool and he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;look that he's getting old. His death is such a sad/tragic thing to know.&lt;br /&gt;I hope a lot learned from him, and made him as their inspiration for good deeds and&lt;br /&gt;for fighting in whatever problems and illness they are encountering in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmanews.tv/story/151644/Master-Rapper-Francis-Magalona-passes-away-at-44"&gt; gmanews.tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;welcome home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This nearing April 2009, my mm confirmed that she'll be paying a visit.&lt;br /&gt;yey. I missed her so much. I am happy that I'll be seeing her again but I feel scared at the same time. Knowing that I got a low grade this 3rd grading, which my dad doesn't even know even though he's here with me, makes me scared. Since both my parents are expecting a lot&lt;br /&gt;from me. They think that I'm smart so they expect grades no lower than 85 at least.&lt;br /&gt;This 3rd grading I experienced lost of interest in studying. I don't know why but I did.&lt;br /&gt;So this resulted to low grades in Filipino &amp;amp; Computer. Can you even believe that ? it includes&lt;br /&gt;computer. ugh. I'm so ashamed of myself. I just hope my mom and dad&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love.love.love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I gave up on love. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah I did. So tired of getting hurt everyday.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE ?!!?  well, not really everyday but it seems like it. XD&lt;br /&gt;And besides, I'm loving my life now. More about my friends, my family&lt;br /&gt;and my studies I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;and I don't need it at the moment. I even promised myself after my last breakup is that&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having my next boyfriend when I turn 18. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ new person in my links." &lt;b&gt;yanyan&lt;/b&gt;" please check her blog out.&lt;br /&gt;+ new browser game that I find cool. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ourworld.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OurWorld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   please check out the game. see yah there. I'm shiro08.&lt;br /&gt;+ needing new friends in friendster.                 +. &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/bitterxsweet08"&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt; .+   --click !&lt;br /&gt;   add me up please. thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHA !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1593967547804354440?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1593967547804354440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-someone-leaves-someone-new-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1593967547804354440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1593967547804354440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-someone-leaves-someone-new-will.html' title=''/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8616687110417204924</id><published>2009-02-21T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:37:20.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>together again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after for not writing for a long time, here I am once again... :)&lt;br /&gt;okay this week has been really mind bugging and exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the last quarter everybody has been working on their&lt;br /&gt;final projects and requirements especially the candidates for honors&lt;br /&gt;and KHK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of those things one horrible thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;The mother of our classmate just past away.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind how she died, because it was tragic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happening made us one again. As our section felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;our classmate is feeling. And because of this, their family was&lt;br /&gt;once again complete after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let's go to the present..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep. XD&lt;br /&gt;we friends and classmates stayed at the&lt;br /&gt;dead's place to again give comfort to our&lt;br /&gt;classmate. We enjoyed this day even though we didn't get&lt;br /&gt;enough sleep and rest. We did a lot of things and talked&lt;br /&gt;about stuffs we cannot discuss in our classroom, watched Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;br /&gt;in a portable DVD player, and picture taking at the empty street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a new experience to me. Now I know how it feels like when you didn't&lt;br /&gt;get any sleep at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's nice that even you lost someone, you know that a lot is there&lt;br /&gt;to provide you the care and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.. gotta go !&lt;br /&gt;I will still go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8616687110417204924?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8616687110417204924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/02/together-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8616687110417204924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8616687110417204924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/02/together-again.html' title='together again :)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8279727718217764750</id><published>2009-01-22T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:38:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apologizing... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things happened to me these past few days..&lt;br /&gt;but I wasn't able to update you guys.. so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;and it's now late, so I'll update you all tomorrow. XD&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you absolutely everything.. :)&lt;br /&gt;hope you understand me.&lt;br /&gt;muaa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8279727718217764750?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8279727718217764750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8279727718217764750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8279727718217764750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='apologizing'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7461920953832097943</id><published>2008-12-18T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:56:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teacher's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we are celebrating teacher's day...and yes I am once again absent in the event...&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to go, :P I'm bad right?!&lt;br /&gt;so bored at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-16-08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lara decided to give up on love.. :P&lt;br /&gt;because we're tired of getting hurt always..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps forgetting it will make us feel better..&lt;br /&gt;and we're still young for this stuff.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added new link.. :)  mara..&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7461920953832097943?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7461920953832097943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-day-today-we-are-celebrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7461920953832097943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7461920953832097943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-day-today-we-are-celebrating.html' title=''/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-9028884000680365407</id><published>2008-12-13T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:39:26.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a random day :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just a random day :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school this friday.. :P&lt;br /&gt;it was raining and I got lazy.. :P&lt;br /&gt;so my dad invited me to go shopping at 168 mall..&lt;br /&gt;haha!! cheap ?! well, yeah ! XD&lt;br /&gt;haha!! and today is saturday!&lt;br /&gt;wooot!! wala lang.. XD&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy today.. :]&lt;br /&gt;because of... nothing.. XD&lt;br /&gt;i'm absolutely crazy today.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiui will be using her new link now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiui.voidskies.net/"&gt;http://chiui.voidskies.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-9028884000680365407?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/9028884000680365407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh-i-didnt-go-to-school-this-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/9028884000680365407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/9028884000680365407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh-i-didnt-go-to-school-this-friday.html' title='just a random day :))'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3911669930022591362</id><published>2008-12-11T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:39:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intramurals week !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intramurals week !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's currently our intramurals week :]&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy... we had our championship games today&lt;br /&gt;and we won in both basketball and volleyball games :]&lt;br /&gt;it is something that we can be proud of again :)&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't end there... today is also the finals of the pop dance..&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately I'm absent.. :P&lt;br /&gt;I don't have enough voice and I need to reserve&lt;br /&gt;it for saturday's event ;]&lt;br /&gt;but I'll attend school on friday!!&lt;br /&gt;and I can't miss that day... besides the fact that it's the last day of our intamurals&lt;br /&gt;it is also the day we'll here the finalists of the Battle of the Bands play ;]&lt;br /&gt;so excited for that day !! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;go blue team !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3911669930022591362?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3911669930022591362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/intramurals-week-yes-its-currently-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3911669930022591362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3911669930022591362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/intramurals-week-yes-its-currently-our.html' title='Intramurals week !!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4420523359136959966</id><published>2008-12-09T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:40:28.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. as the title implies..&lt;br /&gt;i am sick and tired.. :P&lt;br /&gt;sick as in literally sick :P&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts badly which I hate&lt;br /&gt;because i can't speak and sing&lt;br /&gt;when i talk nothing comes out except&lt;br /&gt;for the air.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what matters most is why and what am I tired of.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am finally tired..&lt;br /&gt;of loving people who don't give my love back.. I feel such a waste..&lt;br /&gt;everything I give and gave was wasted..&lt;br /&gt;when will I learn?? xP&lt;br /&gt;i pity myself.. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4420523359136959966?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4420523359136959966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4420523359136959966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4420523359136959966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick-and-tired.html' title='sick and tired'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5561787081060402556</id><published>2008-11-27T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:41:01.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 things about L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon kay Bob Ong:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;pansinin."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totong mas mahalaga ang&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;sa script na pinili nya."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;16. "Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;paggawa ng wala"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;17. "Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;sa buhay!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;19. "Pakawalan mo yung mga bagay na nakakasakit sa iyo kahit na&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin ang araw na sakit na lang ang&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;20. "Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang mga taong malalapit sa iyo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5561787081060402556?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5561787081060402556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-things-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5561787081060402556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5561787081060402556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-things-about-love.html' title='20 things about LOVE'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5198898092177344130</id><published>2008-11-22T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:41:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring and happy saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiring but a happy saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! wii.. i'm back! hmp. whew!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to start my entry.. XD&lt;br /&gt;pft! i'm so pathetic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now. hmm. as usual 1st things first&lt;br /&gt;bfast,lunch then choir practice.. =)&lt;br /&gt;right after straight in front of PC.. haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;then started textin people from CMLI..&lt;br /&gt;then one of my CD mates.. asked me if I wanted to join&lt;br /&gt;a clan for CMLI-ers.. so I said yes because of&lt;br /&gt;this so called 'boredom' haha!!&lt;br /&gt;there my happiness started.. =)&lt;br /&gt;i met new people from CMLI.. and one of them named 'justin' from&lt;br /&gt;lourdes school of mandaluyong.. his name and school sounded&lt;br /&gt;familiar when he introduced himself.. XD&lt;br /&gt;then trying to remember him while looking at his pictures&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he was the one who ate with us the&lt;br /&gt;last dinner of our convention =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5198898092177344130?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5198898092177344130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiring-and-happy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5198898092177344130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5198898092177344130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiring-and-happy-saturday.html' title='tiring and happy saturday!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8076053767194818798</id><published>2008-11-09T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:42:02.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical sunday..Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical sunday..Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. it's sunday..&lt;br /&gt;and my usual sunday starts with&lt;br /&gt;a worship service 6:45 am so I wake up&lt;br /&gt;5:50 to prepare my stuffs and drink coffee.. :)&lt;br /&gt;after the worship service, I do my duties :]&lt;br /&gt;then it's time for me to enjoy myself in front of the&lt;br /&gt;computer or by going to a mall with my dad or friends :)&lt;br /&gt;and it ends there.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  = new site.. :)   &lt;a href="http://chiui.voidskies.net/"&gt;click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my new tagboard.. :)  *please drop.. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.I still have classes tomorrow.. (*sigh* classes again xP)&lt;br /&gt;see yah!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8076053767194818798?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8076053767194818798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/typical-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8076053767194818798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8076053767194818798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/typical-sunday.html' title='typical sunday..Ü'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5206529816645901479</id><published>2008-11-03T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:42:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMLI - an experience I won't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMLI - an experience I won't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about a convention in my past post right?! well.. it happened... so this is a post mostly about that convention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. I noticed that most of my friends from CMLI posted their CMLI experience.. except for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;now here I go.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this was my first time to attend a convention.. so I'm kinda' new to the stuffs we did back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ok. at first I didn't expect to have this many friends from different places.. and schools..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it was all too impossible for me.. but good heavens! I met so many and be friend with a few..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but at least.. it's a good start for me ayt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lol.. what I like most about this CMLI convention is that I learned so much from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;other people, not just the people I've known for quite a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it's like I'm in a new and wider world where I get to keep in touch with different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;people from the different corners of the Philippines which doesn't happen all the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it's somehow amazing pulling off that many people to one place in a certain time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I won't ever forget my trademark in this CMLI.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ZOMG!! 8O  LOLx.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;people have been remembering my name because of my voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I got problems with my throat back then.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and they were like.. "ikaw si ina diba? yung paos?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;then I was like giggling while saying yes.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sheesh! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I really loved my friends from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cd # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.. \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we rock! LOLx.. xD  because of them I had the confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to face other people and to hang-out with someone who is a complete stranger to me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this convention really boosted my self-confidence.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it is something I could treasure all of my life and something that I could be proud of. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and since I'm a 3rd year student.. I'll be still seeing some of them and might as well you next year! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and I will make it more fun, and more worth keeping in memory!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;let's make most out of it!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;too bad! I still can't join the disco socials.. since we're not allowed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;boohoo.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well, let's just party even though it's not the disco socials!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to those who will graduate already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will miss you all.. especially those who are from Comm #3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;if you can visit and hang-out for a while there.. please do so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will miss a lot if you won't be there.. x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SEE YOU NEXT CMLI EXPERIENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see pictures of the activity you can always drop by and view our pictures&lt;br /&gt;here in : &lt;a href="http://potpotch.multiply.com/photos/album/30/CMLI_2008_Convention..._the_golden_batch"&gt;CMLI 2008 Convention... [the golden batch]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return show_album()" rel="bookmark" href="http://potpotch.multiply.com/photos/album/33/33"&gt;CD 3.. ayii.. Ü&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you can also comment in my multiply site if you have an account there.. :)&lt;br /&gt;you can also add me as contact if you want.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can also post your comments here in blogger by giving a comment in this post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5206529816645901479?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5206529816645901479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/cmli-experience-i-wont-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5206529816645901479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5206529816645901479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/11/cmli-experience-i-wont-forget.html' title='CMLI - an experience I won&apos;t forget'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4538484316507619014</id><published>2008-10-04T09:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:43:11.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIZZY week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:hotpink;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIZZY week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! what a week, and again I've been away here&lt;br /&gt;for quite a ng time.. XD oh well..&lt;br /&gt;my week was all stressful and high pressured. LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok I know you think that I am overacting.. but really it was stressful ang full of pressure.. XD&lt;br /&gt;we had our eliminatons for the cultural presentation and Ms. earth then semifinals of Quizbee and Spelling bee then lesson and GSP &amp;amp; BSP stuffs then new contests coming this week.. woosh!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. teachers expects a lot from our section that's why we're very pressured! it's beacuase&lt;br /&gt;we're the special section, but we're still normal though.. XD weee... ok enough with the sad part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week my old classmate,old co-writer, and old friend went back here in the philippines. YEY~!&lt;br /&gt;she came from Alameda,CA.. wow! =)) haha! and of course we were all happy and excited ...&lt;br /&gt;she's my classmate now.. yay! *again.. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.. that's all! XD haha!! =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be going to baguio this coming october 25-29 if our letter to the president of the school will be approved. It is a convention in Teacher's Camp Baguio.. goodluck to me! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4538484316507619014?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4538484316507619014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/10/bizzy-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4538484316507619014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4538484316507619014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/10/bizzy-week.html' title='BIZZY week!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-2115019504818213193</id><published>2008-09-05T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:43:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:hotpink;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hectic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then again.. late updates bout' me..&lt;br /&gt;like what the title says..&lt;br /&gt;my sched is hectic.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It is now the start of our second grading period..&lt;br /&gt;which means more work and more&lt;br /&gt;time to spend at school than home and&lt;br /&gt;malls. .. XP&lt;br /&gt;but I'm very excited for this grading period&lt;br /&gt;because I'll be having "photojournalism" for my journalism&lt;br /&gt;subject which I have experienced already!&lt;br /&gt;yay! so I'm hoping for higher grades..&lt;br /&gt;though I still don't know my grade in journalism&lt;br /&gt;for the first G.P since our report cards will be&lt;br /&gt;deliberated next week Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess that's all for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul   style=";font-family:arial;color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chui &lt;/span&gt; - updated her link =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt; - added in my links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changing my link soon&lt;/span&gt;! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;getting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; better in japanese&lt;/span&gt;! yay! ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:hotpink;"   &gt;so toodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAYONARA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-2115019504818213193?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2115019504818213193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/09/hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2115019504818213193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2115019504818213193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/09/hectic.html' title='hectic...'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1920330213881191951</id><published>2008-08-01T14:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:44:19.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovin' life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lovin' life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:hotpink;"  &gt;sorry for late update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy and I'm trying my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep this alive and updated it's just i don't have enough time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am with my updates =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be giving updates on memorable dates only. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 25,2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my birthday. I turned 15. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the day started as I go to my friend's house (my scholmate) they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;greeted me. blah blah.. as I arrive the classroom I saw the board with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;notes for me.. "July 25,2008... birtdey ni potpot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;matanda ka na, pa-burger ka naman! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pi bidey!" &lt;--- coming from my bestfriend lara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nai! nasan ang pagkaen?! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hapi birtdey" &lt;--- coming from one of my barkada. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was also our cookfest, and I am one of the cook so I cooked the food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will be eating and the food for the contest. We won as the 3rd placer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played pepsi-7up, a very old game we never played since we reached our teenage years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody had fun. We even have a video and some pictures. If I uploaded it I will be posting it here. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 31,2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finals of the jingle making contest, and my section is one of the finalists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started almost 9 am and we won as the champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some previews of our jingle.. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SJK1QU5dhtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qNPbeW03SF8/s1600-h/1_241716049l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229441409422821074" style="width: 215px; height: 170px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SJK1QU5dhtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qNPbeW03SF8/s320/1_241716049l.jpg" border="0" width="213" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SJK1ZTZ46oI/AAAAAAAAADY/jBrgco4nLtU/s1600-h/1_997245293l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229441563640785538" style="width: 215px; height: 165px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SJK1ZTZ46oI/AAAAAAAAADY/jBrgco4nLtU/s320/1_997245293l.jpg" border="0" width="244" height="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we were very thankful that we won. wooosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1920330213881191951?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1920330213881191951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovin-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1920330213881191951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1920330213881191951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovin-life.html' title='lovin&apos; life'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/SJK1QU5dhtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qNPbeW03SF8/s72-c/1_241716049l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1244419569329495497</id><published>2008-06-14T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:44:43.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. :]&lt;br /&gt;just dropping an update on me.&lt;br /&gt;school have started this week.. last tuesday (June 10)&lt;br /&gt;and my section was the top section again..&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be expecting a lot of HIGH expectations&lt;br /&gt;from our teachers... and most of my classmates&lt;br /&gt;are already my friends, so i guess i won't be having that much&lt;br /&gt;problem. =) I've decided to make a story about this S.Y&lt;br /&gt;cause' 3 days of bonding, everyone in my class seems&lt;br /&gt;like they were been friends for a long time.. =)&lt;br /&gt;and i admire looking at them.. chit-chatting..&lt;br /&gt;and playing jjokes on one another..&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1244419569329495497?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1244419569329495497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/06/ciao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1244419569329495497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1244419569329495497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/06/ciao.html' title='ciao!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8213642131808585584</id><published>2008-05-31T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:46:15.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APOLOGY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;I'm back into being &lt;u&gt;inactive&lt;/u&gt; gaah!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when this time comes.. xP&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened to me the past days...&lt;br /&gt;a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;I went to an anniversarry party, then right after that&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dencios at greenhills to celebrate the birthday&lt;br /&gt;of my uncle. :] it was actually yesterday but we're all&lt;br /&gt;busy that day so we moved the celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week ago...&lt;br /&gt;I kept on reading advanced in chemistry. xP&lt;br /&gt;because my aunt says so. :] uhm..&lt;br /&gt;I also started reading World History. x]&lt;br /&gt;gaah!! I guess I'll be having a hard time studying.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Announcement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;alia[liam_liam] changed her link so to those who linked her you might wanna change those links. ;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&gt;TG Member of the day&lt;-------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;will be removed. :] *sighs* since I won't be OL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8213642131808585584?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8213642131808585584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8213642131808585584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8213642131808585584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry.html' title='APOLOGY !'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8837806331710368247</id><published>2008-05-07T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:47:41.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doodles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to post today. it's kinda late. it's already 11 pm. :P&lt;br /&gt;uhm for the past 2 days i didn't post an entry cause' monday i went somehwere and tuesday i went to pampanga. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's why. i wasn't at TG board most of the day so i can't choose a member of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's TG would be&lt;br /&gt;buena(Music`s Paradise) she made me happy and she's really nice. mua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin-is also nice and made me happy. thanks for making my story an inspiration, ;]&lt;br /&gt;kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8837806331710368247?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8837806331710368247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-too-lazy-to-post-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8837806331710368247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8837806331710368247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-too-lazy-to-post-today.html' title='doodles..'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1567568301857566935</id><published>2008-05-04T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:37:52.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, May 4,'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same sunday for me, went to church, TG blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;em&gt;TG Member of the Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shyn&lt;/strong&gt; a.k.a (fr19) she made my day by posting early in my thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;keeping it alive and she's the only one i chatted with today.. except for sis and chin but they're already late. ;D kisses to farshyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1567568301857566935?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1567568301857566935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-may-408.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1567568301857566935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1567568301857566935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-may-408.html' title='Sunday, May 4,&apos;08'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3948996050406633454</id><published>2008-05-04T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:58:57.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, May 3,'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is a lil' late i know. i was too busy yesterday to post it. :&lt;br /&gt;uhm. i woke up early "again" (i'm getting used to it) and got OL to check my comments in friendster, new messages in my tagboard, posted in TG to get updated.. blah blah. as my usual weekend on saturdays i go to the chapel to have my choir practice. so i got offline by 1pm cause i'm supposed to be there at 1:30 (&lt;em&gt;for me it's better that i'm the one who waits,than the one being waited for&lt;/em&gt;) even the practice is still 2pm. :]&lt;br /&gt;after the practice some my friends went to my house to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;as in internet games. lOl. :D then my dad called and said that i should get ready..&lt;br /&gt;cause' we will watch a movie. then he arrived,we went to the mall to watch "IRONMAN".&lt;br /&gt;and got home 12:15am. :] that's why i didn't get the chance to publish my entry yesterday. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;em&gt;TG Member of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aleea&lt;/b&gt; a.k.a (&lt;em&gt;aleea07&lt;/em&gt;) uhm,i chose her coz' she's really a good friend of mine and she helps me keeping my threadie alive. ;]&lt;br /&gt;kisses to you! and lots love! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3948996050406633454?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3948996050406633454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-may-308.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3948996050406633454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3948996050406633454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-may-308.html' title='Saturday, May 3,&apos;08'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7318387626434967305</id><published>2008-05-02T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:29:36.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, May 2,'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. as usual. i woke up early (&lt;em&gt;7 am to be exact!&lt;/em&gt;) and ate my breakfast happily.. I watched Unang Hirit while eating my bfast. After eating you know what i did next? guess! ;D lol. of course turn on the computer. ;]&lt;br /&gt;then got OL in TG,checked my mail,and opened imeem(you know,sooundtrip xP)...&lt;br /&gt;then i was talking to chamz(Charmmy Kitty) in her BC thread and she said that they were also having a conversation in multiply,so i logged in and joined their conversation. XD blah blah.. kung anu-ano pinagusapan.. flood lang ng guestbook! XD&lt;br /&gt;then sach(sachie) asked permission if she could flood mine then i said of course/. :]&lt;br /&gt;tapos i felt like sleeping, i was bored.. but when i checked back in TG someone posted in my thread so i replied and she replied back.. blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;ayun lang. xD haha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;News Flash!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;list&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thread Update&lt;/b&gt; uhm. i have a new thread title. ;] you might go looking for it, it's "All My Innocence is Wasted on The Dead and Dreaming" ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learned Something&lt;/b&gt; chamz(Charmmy Kitty) tought me some japan-ese. =))&lt;br /&gt;like "Shoujo-tachi wa Kuro wo daisuki" if i'm not mistaken. it means "Girls Love Black" long no? haha!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/list&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TG Member Of The Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nix&lt;/b&gt; a.k.a(&lt;em&gt;AngelNix&lt;/em&gt;) uhm i choose her cause' she's a nice new friend of mine. :) even thought that i just met her today she didn't get shy and answered everything i ask her. ;] hope we could be close friends. :) lav ya' xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7318387626434967305?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7318387626434967305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-may-208.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7318387626434967305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7318387626434967305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-may-208.html' title='Friday, May 2,&apos;08'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-792595758886219890</id><published>2008-05-01T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:23:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of  May 1,'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church with my friend and after church we did some chit chats and waited for her mom and went home. I made a bracelet, because my tita said that before they come back from bohol i should present them a small project i did for the whole week. ;D i was supposed to do a cellphone bag but i can't find the metallic thing they use in crochet. xP and all I found was colorful nylon strings,so i decided to make a bracelet instead. xD after I finished the bracelet,  I drew so I can add it my project. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-792595758886219890?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/792595758886219890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-of-may-108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/792595758886219890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/792595758886219890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-of-may-108.html' title='Night of  May 1,&apos;08'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7492499662390630817</id><published>2008-05-01T15:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:21:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, May 1 '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make this quick i will still go to church. :]&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i woke up early and got OL in TG early (&lt;em&gt;can't beleive it! for the first time! a once in a lifetime experience! :D&lt;/em&gt;) hmm.. just feeling hot and tired. and now i'm going to church. teehee! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEWS FLASH!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff69b4;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Availability&lt;/b&gt; i'm very available tomorrow.whole day. :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Updates&lt;/b&gt; i updated the blog added some new features, and also removed some. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;b&gt;My TG Member of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;--- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;den-den&lt;/b&gt; :] a.k.a (&lt;em&gt;denzel_12&lt;/em&gt;) he made me happy and preocuppied this day. he gave me something to do. :] and he always drops by my thread. he's so so nice i say!and he was the first one to nominate me in the TG Awards 2008. xD »»»thanks dude. kisses to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7492499662390630817?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7492499662390630817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-may-1-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7492499662390630817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7492499662390630817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-may-1-08.html' title='Thursday, May 1 &apos;08'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-2330531282572442995</id><published>2008-04-30T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:17:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, April 30 '08  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;Today is supposed to be my relax day as in not worrying 'bout things, just having fun, laughs only no smoke should go out of my ears...etc. but unfortunately i was annoyed by another &lt;strong&gt;LONG SMF PROBLEM!&lt;/strong&gt; hate it! it took about 5-10 minutes i guess. it ruined my nice quiet time chatting with other TG membs. :P so there.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing! jessa changed my mood. (&lt;em&gt;thanks girl! ;]&lt;/em&gt;)she made me smile. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWS FLASH!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elly&lt;/strong&gt;(angel_elly93) changed her link. update those linkages! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another SMF Connection Problem Occured&lt;/strong&gt; just this 8pm. :C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activeness&lt;/strong&gt; so ayun. I owe a lot of entries in this blog. sorry for the readers,if bitin yung updates. i sometimes like better posting in TG Boards so i forgot about updating na. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Posting Style&lt;/b&gt; as i see in other TG's blogs they choose a member of the day.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll put also. so i can show them my appreciation for their kindness and whatever nice they did. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;em&gt;My TG Member of The Day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rie a.k.a jess or jessa &lt;/strong&gt;(BalletGrl5) she's really nice to me. she always makes me feel good about myself, she makes me smile when i'm at my worst, she helps me when i have a problem... etc.&lt;br /&gt;for me i consider her as one of my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beshie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(italicized and bold) :D siguro.. we've been online friends for a long time now. (&lt;em&gt;about 5-7 months ata&lt;/em&gt;) lol. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya' girl. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-2330531282572442995?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2330531282572442995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday-april-30-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2330531282572442995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2330531282572442995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday-april-30-08.html' title='Wednesday, April 30 &apos;08  =)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7359607937739326293</id><published>2008-03-31T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:16:20.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;February 23, '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;It's saturday another holy day for me. choir practice, then I gave a quiz&lt;br /&gt;for those who take organ lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I got home then my dad was home he asked me if i want to watch a movie with him,&lt;br /&gt;and i answered his question with a question. I asked him what will we watch, and said Jumper.so I agreed. After watching the movie Jumper&lt;br /&gt;my dad and I wanted to be a jumper. lol&lt;br /&gt;We also concluded that it has part two. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;February 26, '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;It's Tuesday and we have classes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;activities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Quiz [english]&lt;br /&gt;Checking of Quizzes [TLE] *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;New Lesson w/ laughing part [filipino]&lt;br /&gt;Quiz [social studies] 3 mistakes! a thumb up for me. ( first time )&lt;br /&gt;New Lesson [TLE] *yawn* *closed my eyes for awhile* sleeping!. :))&lt;br /&gt;Presentation [math] (we were embarrassed by our teacher &gt;:P )&lt;br /&gt;New Lesson [biology] ( genetics )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much just for a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually a friend of mine had her worst day!&lt;br /&gt;1st thing in the morning when she arrived she opened her bag then we said "Amoy Papa Ketchup!" :) then she saw her packed lunch with ketchup spilled all over, then her key for her locker had lost! but good thing! the janitress found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Important Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakasabay ko yung Ex boyfriend ko papasok!&lt;br /&gt;and he smiled at me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;February 27, '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;This is the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; day!! I Love this day! I won't forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the finals of the mascot making contest for dental month.&lt;br /&gt;Our section is included and my crush's section.&lt;br /&gt;Before we started everyone was preparing for their special numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his classmate was wearing a yellow shirt with candies all over him, and I'm starting to have a headache because of the temp. so i asked&lt;br /&gt;him if I could have one and he said "sure! baik mo yung balat ha!! kasi nalalaglag kapag may laman eh." then my crush [wearing the mascot suite]&lt;br /&gt;removed his helmet and turned around then smiled at me. gawsh!!&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our presentation,&lt;br /&gt;we started it with a small play and after the fight scene&lt;br /&gt;we danced in the tune of "Crank dat" by Soulja Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won as the champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I nearly forgot, when we were on our way the University Hall, my other crush was actually just &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;centimeters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; away from me. He looked down an saw me he smiled and then he said HI to me!!&lt;br /&gt; *it happened 4 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST DAY EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7359607937739326293?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7359607937739326293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/03/previous-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7359607937739326293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7359607937739326293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/03/previous-happenings.html' title='Previous Happenings'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6298864760944748062</id><published>2008-02-23T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:27:15.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot of things have happened this past few days. :| [whew!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" face="century gothic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 18,'08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;me and 3 friends of mine went to farmers to buy a gift for someone.&lt;br /&gt;me and my best friend left my other 2 friends[guy &amp;amp; girl] in a toy shop&lt;br /&gt;to buy a bracelet for the guy in SILVER WORKS in gateway.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to church to have our organ practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 19,'08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is supposed to be MY &amp;amp; X-bf's day&lt;br /&gt;today. if we are still on we're 2 years na sana. :&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad day for me. coz' i haven't seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 20,'08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;most of our teachers didn't attend. [i dunno why?!]&lt;br /&gt;and this was really great.&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to solve the rubix cube this day.&lt;br /&gt;and i asked my dad to buy me an original rubix cube and he told me that&lt;br /&gt;he will buy me one. =)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6298864760944748062?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6298864760944748062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/02/lot-of-things-have-happened-this-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6298864760944748062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6298864760944748062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/02/lot-of-things-have-happened-this-past.html' title='a lot of things have happened this past few days. :| [whew!]'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1088034220726426783</id><published>2008-02-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:18:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaitooth! pulis panglalamunan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday. February 5,'08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we finished the mascot for our &lt;b&gt;dental month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;named "&lt;b&gt;zaitooth&lt;/b&gt;" haha. =)) corny!&lt;br /&gt;but still kills me. it drives me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;we named everything according to the&lt;br /&gt;TV Show "&lt;b&gt;Zaido&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;` it is also our advisers birtdeii. :&lt;br /&gt;but the celebration we planned did not turn out&lt;br /&gt;as what we expected.&lt;br /&gt;we prepared a banner for her but all she did when&lt;br /&gt;she saw it is ask my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;X-bF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;i felt disappointed and like my heart was torn into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;million pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we just want her to be happy on her birtdeii and let&lt;br /&gt;everybody know that we care for her that much! :&lt;br /&gt;but i guess she isn't ready to start a new beginning with us yet.[we had a fight]&lt;br /&gt;but isn't &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; enough for doing something &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and she goes, &lt;b&gt;"&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't need materials,all i need is your sincerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what kind of sincerity does she wants&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/u&gt; we're giving &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all our hearts here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't she feel it?can't she see it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;if she doesn't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well all i can say bout' her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHE'S NUMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1088034220726426783?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1088034220726426783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/02/zaitooth-pulis-panglalamunan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1088034220726426783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1088034220726426783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/02/zaitooth-pulis-panglalamunan.html' title='Zaitooth! pulis panglalamunan!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-345527867479977560</id><published>2008-01-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:30:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wise Act =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday.January 23,2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our elimination of our playfest in english. We performed the piece &lt;b&gt;"Fusane's Trial"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a family problem and the story happened &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt; in&lt;br /&gt;Africa. [forgot where : ]&lt;br /&gt;I attended church with my classmate norielle &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lara and went home 8:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also &lt;strong&gt;Carlo&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;14th&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. yey! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/rookie23.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rookie23.multiply.com/logo/2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday.January 24,2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first &amp;amp;&amp;amp; last practice for&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;b&gt;Song Interpretation&lt;/b&gt; in english.&lt;br /&gt;We interpreted the song &lt;b&gt;"&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=TkV-of_eN2w"&gt;Colors of the Wind&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang in the &lt;b&gt;Disney&lt;/b&gt; movie &lt;b&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We started practicing during our first period which is &lt;b&gt;english&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and continued it during our lunch break. We also had our final part of our&lt;br /&gt;practice after our classes in the 3rd floor lobby until 5:oo pm &amp;amp;&amp;amp; until 6:oo pm outside the school building.&lt;br /&gt;But we were not able to finish everything that day. So 7 of us [including me] went in one of my classmates house to make steps for the remaining parts.&lt;br /&gt;We finished 7:oo pm and I got home almost 8. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;b&gt;Announcement&lt;/b&gt; came to us that we qualified for the SEMI-FINALS of the play fest. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday.January 25,2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;b&gt;stressful&lt;/b&gt; it was. and full of pressure on us. we were the first one to perform the song interpretation. It was a success we know that our steps are too simple but at least we did not fail.and one more thing,bcoz we got in the semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;of our playfest we characters are tensed bout' the upcoming semi-finals. Some of us [include me] doesn't want to continue the fight bcoz of the truth that we are tired of practicing and performing continuously without any rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-345527867479977560?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/345527867479977560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/wise-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/345527867479977560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/345527867479977560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/wise-act.html' title='A Wise Act =)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8586649764191705496</id><published>2008-01-20T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:48:13.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;gawsh! our play fest is nearly coming, and I'm one of the cast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tension is all over my body coz' I need to memorize 34 LINES!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8586649764191705496?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8586649764191705496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/play-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8586649764191705496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8586649764191705496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/play-fest.html' title='Play Fest'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-500080982879215004</id><published>2007-12-01T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:18:30.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when someone calls you a slut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6380;"&gt;it started out like this.&lt;br /&gt;this happened this past sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;one of the students in my school made a highschool forum of the school&lt;br /&gt;to get connected with the other year level students.&lt;br /&gt;then weeks passed by and everyone in the forum became friends..&lt;br /&gt;we started hanging out together..saying HI's and Hello's to each other which we didn't do before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my classmates made a close friend in the forum and the name is "GORI"[codename]&lt;br /&gt;so i got interested to this guy coz' he's pretty cool!.He has a girlfriend that is also a member in the forum.he asked us to call the girl mommy.. so I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the guy in my YM list.we started to chat everyday trying to know each other..&lt;br /&gt;one day the guy "GORI" is telling me sweet things which suppossed he should tell to his gf.&lt;br /&gt;then he started expressing his feelings and so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day he asked me to call in the evening but my family and I are suppossed to watch a movie that day so I told him that i'll just call him by the time i arrive home and my parents are asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during are conversation that morning (it was already 1am) he told me a lot of things he shouldn't be telling me.&lt;br /&gt;then I said I still need to sleep I still have meeting to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days passed by after our last conversation. His gf started looking at me badly. I just ignored it,and everytime she sees me she looks at me from head to toe making me feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day came his girlfriend chatted with me.&lt;br /&gt;telling bad things such us flirt,slut, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't bother me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last of our conversation that she told me that I was such a wall climber. to be not insulted I replied thanks for the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she started posting bulletins on friendster telling me that I have lots of enemies. (courtesy of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW i do have lots of enemies coz' of her and I think that's bad right?!&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't started it actually it was her bf "GORI"&lt;br /&gt;I was a the victim here but they both got mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;GORI got mad at me for telling the absolute truth to her gf.&lt;br /&gt;and his GF got mad at me because of her thought that I was stealing her bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what else to do..&lt;br /&gt;do they have the right of being mad at me/..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*comment please if they have the right or they don't*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8945d5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[potchi]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-500080982879215004?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/500080982879215004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-someone-calls-you-slut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/500080982879215004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/500080982879215004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-someone-calls-you-slut.html' title='when someone calls you a slut'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4242122119064183689</id><published>2007-10-11T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:59:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tensionado</title><content type='html'>Presentation coming soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon!&lt;br /&gt;this coming 15th of October..&lt;br /&gt;We will be dancing and I'll be playing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tension is all over me..because I'm really stressed out because we also have this cultural dance thing and I'm one of the center attraction and the time of my game may be a conflict with that activity so I don't really know where to join!&lt;br /&gt;waah!! and I'm the captainball of our volleyball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals Week is really a stressful week!!&lt;br /&gt;and no one can DENY it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me naman!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4242122119064183689?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4242122119064183689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/10/tensionado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4242122119064183689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4242122119064183689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/10/tensionado.html' title='Tensionado'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6418978646232521629</id><published>2007-09-29T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:05:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where will I meet my future boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>At your favorite band's gig&lt;br /&gt;Your love for music will ultimately lead you to the guy of your dreams. His passion for music is inspiring—maybe you'll start talking when he lends you his garage band's demo CD. Whatever the conversation starter is, you'll never run out of things to talk about and gigs to attend. Who knows, the two of you might make music together too! Take more quizzes like this on &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/"&gt;Candymag.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6418978646232521629?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6418978646232521629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-will-i-meet-my-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6418978646232521629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6418978646232521629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-will-i-meet-my-future.html' title='where will I meet my future boyfriend?'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-202138842707506643</id><published>2007-09-29T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:00:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my CUTIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Match Made in Heaven: The Music Maven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the cute crooner whose voice—whether rocking out to heavy guitar riffs or whispering the last stanza of an acoustic song—can vibrate your heart strings no matter how wild or sappy they get, just like rock star Miggy Chavez who says that he admires girls who can tolerate his brattiness. Take more quizzes like this on &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/"&gt;Candymag.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-202138842707506643?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/202138842707506643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/202138842707506643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/202138842707506643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-cutie.html' title='my CUTIE'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1685042428140157404</id><published>2007-09-15T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:33:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akira Sendoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="top"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;     &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="700"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" width="120"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="580"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="700"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td valign="top" width="500"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://animeanalyze.ask4.nl/slam/pics/sendohthumb2.jpg" height="162" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://animeanalyze.ask4.nl/slam/pics/names/sendoh.gif" height="116" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Akira Sendoh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;A.k.a.:&lt;/b&gt; The Genius, Ryonan's Ace Player&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 16- 17&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Birthday:&lt;/b&gt; Probably February 14th&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Highschool:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://animeanalyze.ask4.nl/slam/ryonan.htm#top"&gt;Ryonan Highschool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Junior High:&lt;/b&gt; Kitazawagakuen Jr in Tokyo &lt;i&gt;(source: anime slam dunk        dot com)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Grade:&lt;/b&gt; 2nd&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 190 cm (6'3)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Weight:&lt;/b&gt; 79 kg (174 lbs.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Position:&lt;/b&gt; point guard (PG) &amp;amp; small forward (SF)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Jersey no.:&lt;/b&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Shoe Brand:&lt;/b&gt; Converse&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Voice actor:&lt;/b&gt; Yoshitada Ohtsuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Family and background:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We don't know much about Sendoh's family. Somehow we believe that he's only        child in a nice warm family. Despite his friendly character, he seems to        be a loner. He could be friends with anybody though, everyone seems to like        him so much. Soon after he joined the Ryonan highschool team he became the        ace player because of his incredible talent and abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Special abilities:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sendoh is one the most talented players around in Slam Dunk।&lt;br /&gt;He's a good shooter, nice rebounder and also a strategist of the game।&lt;br /&gt;He's able to play fancy offense but also great defense to stop&lt;br /&gt;outstanding forwards such as Rukawa. Despite his height he's a very&lt;br /&gt;speedy and flexible player. He ain't the Genius for nothing. Sakuragi&lt;br /&gt;likes to call himself the Genius, but Sendoh is called the true&lt;br /&gt;Genius by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In his first year of highschool he was a small forward&lt;br /&gt;and literally a scoring        machine (similarity with Rukawa),&lt;br /&gt;but in his second year he figured the        fun of passing the&lt;br /&gt;ball and upgraded the whole team. His sight on the game      &lt;br /&gt;is outstanding and his senses are very high; thanks to&lt;br /&gt;these facts he became        the excellent point guard of the&lt;br /&gt;team, which is quite exceptional for such        a tall player. But he does his job&lt;br /&gt;very well and is without a doubt        the ace player of Ryonan.&lt;br /&gt;Along with Fukuda and Uozumi they form the strongest        offense&lt;br /&gt;of Kanagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not only is he the ace player, he's also the mental support of the team,        when things are going wrong, the team members keep having faith&lt;br /&gt;      in their star player. Sendoh is that kinda player that&lt;br /&gt;can bring up the        best qualities of others. He's a very reliable&lt;br /&gt;player:  when the        team is behind, he'll show his scoring ability&lt;br /&gt;again without losing the        focus on the game. He knows what the best&lt;br /&gt;is for his team. It's often said        that Sendoh is the true captain&lt;br /&gt;of Ryonan instead of Uozumi, because he        has the ability to calm&lt;br /&gt;down the team, and also fire up and unify the team.       &lt;br /&gt;When Uozumi retires from the game Sendoh becomes the new captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although Ryonan lost their game vs Shohoku and also their opportunity to        play in the IH competition, Sendoh was chosen  one of the five best players&lt;br /&gt;      of Kanagawa (of course). The other four were Maki, Akagi, Jin&lt;br /&gt;and Rukawa        (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Special features:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His spiky hair and ever disarming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sendoh is in contrary to most of the Slam Dunk characters&lt;br /&gt;a very nice and        warm person। He always smiles and is&lt;br /&gt;friendly and modest, although he surely        knows that&lt;br /&gt;he is a more than marvelous player। He never loses his temper    &lt;br /&gt;  and shows respect to strong players, but definitely won't give&lt;br /&gt;away any        game! He's a fighter for victory no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem he might        have is his lack of focus when he&lt;br /&gt;meets an opponent that's not very strong.        His concentration&lt;br /&gt;is optimal when he's playing rivals such as Rukawa and   Maki; such&lt;br /&gt;guys bring up the best in him. Although they are rivals, I believe &lt;br /&gt;     that Rukawa and Maki truly have respect for this genius. And Sendoh         is that kinda person you can't resist, you just have to respect this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it happens that Sendoh is not really caring about&lt;br /&gt;being in time... He        was late at the practice game vs&lt;br /&gt;Shohoku, but his honesty ("Sorry        coach, I overslept.") was&lt;br /&gt;so disarming that Ryonan's coach simply couldn't        get angry at him...&lt;br /&gt;He was also late on the training right after the district        games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sendoh's biggest hobby, besides of basketball of course, is&lt;br /&gt;fishing. He        is always alone. I think the fishing part is&lt;br /&gt;to relax from the tension,        I mean the whole team is laying&lt;br /&gt;in his hands: he's the player the team leans        on.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a time to relax, Rukawa sleeps and Sendoh fishes. (I        will never&lt;br /&gt;understand geniuses...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://animeanalyze.ask4.nl/slam/pics/sendoh/sendoh03.jpg" height="354" width="218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AnimeAnalyze's opinion:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rukie:&lt;/b&gt; Well, Sendoh is Vincent's favorite character,        so I'll let him do his talk first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent:&lt;/b&gt; Sendoh is a true allround player,        scoring and passing are definitely his most powerful skills. With these        abilities Sendoh should be in the Championship. Too bad for him, he chose        the wrong highschool to attend... Why? Why oh why did you go to Ryonan?        Shohoku was bad at that time, so I don't blame him for not choosing Shohoku. But why not        Kainan?! Maybe Ryonan is located closer to his favorite fishing spot or        something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rukie:&lt;/b&gt; I think Sendoh is the 3rd on my favorites        list. The guy is सो&lt;br /&gt;chilling, you can't dislike him! I think I am like many        Slam Dunk fans wondering how it would be if Sendoh and Rukawa were in the        same team। Wouldn't that be just perfect?? Although they  show their        best play against(!) each other, I would love to see them playing as team mates and        kick some asses! I think Sendoh should leave Ryonan and join Shohoku!! Hehe, that        would be so cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://animeanalyze.ask4.nl/slam/pics/sendoh/sendoh19.jpg" height="334" width="227" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent:&lt;/b&gt; I think Ryonan, no I'm certain Ryonan        is BLESSED with Sendoh. Ryonan = Sendoh , they simply can't make it without        Sendoh. All they got left is a big center without brains, a point guard        who loses the ball, a guard with a big mouth and a power forward who can't        guard... Me too like to see Sendoh going to another highschool in Kanagawa,        Shohoku would be perfect, but Kainan isn't bad either. In other words, everything        is better than Ryonan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rukie:&lt;/b&gt; If only Sendoh had a better team...        They had the opportunity to beat Kainan, if it wasn't for Uozumi acting        so stupid. Arguing with the referee and receive his 5th foul, that's about        the most stupid thing you can do as a player and Team Captain! They also        had some chances agains Shohoku, but when Uozumi received his 4th foul,        Ryonan's coach put him on the bench for a few minutes. During these Sendoh        had to play offense and defense basically on his own, and moreover: he had to        defend super Rookie Rukawa. The pressure was very high en he almost broke down. The nice thing about this        scene was the fact that we could finally see that Sendoh is also just a human being after all.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent:&lt;/b&gt; Sendoh is called the Genius in the        series, by experts (journalists) and other star players like Maki and Fujima.        I wish Sendoh could have entered the Championship so he could show the whole country        what he is capable of. Sendoh derserves a better fate than is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I think he could even be a basketball coach right now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AnimeAnalyze's memorable scenes:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rukie:&lt;/b&gt; I like his rivalry with Rukawa. I believe        he  could be friends with Rukawa. I like the flash backs of Rukawa        during Sannoh vs Shohoku: he challenged Sendoh for a one-on-one game, which        ended in a tie. Sendoh told Rukawa some wise words that changed Rukawa's        playing style and that made him an even better player. Sendoh played an important        role in that match, although he wasn't even there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent:&lt;/b&gt; When he asks his team        mates to pass him every ball in the second half of Ryonan vs Shohoku. He        turned back to the scoring machine again and had some really marvelous plays,        everytime getting the score and a three throw. He single-handedly lifted        his team and almost brought victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rukie:&lt;/b&gt; Right before the tip off of Kainan vs        Ryonan, Uozumi said to Maki "You will give the "ever winning name"        away today." Maki said that Uozumi couldn't make them to with his powers.        Uozumi replied: "Not by my powers, but by our Sendoh's." And all        that Sendoh did was smiling and thinking this was giving him some pressure.        This scene showed two things. Firstly, the trust of Sendoh's team mates        in his powers and secondly, Sendoh's modesty. When Ryonan lost this game        Maki shaked Sendoh's hand in deep respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;When Ryonan lost their game to Shohoku and couldn't        qualify for the IH games, Maki looked at Sendoh from the grandstand and thought:        "I really hoped I would see him on the national platform." It        was just sad that such a marvelous player as Sendoh couldn't reach the IH        games, but then on the other hand, we don't want Shohoku to lose, do we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent:&lt;/b&gt; His last score against Shohoku, when he jumped up with Sakuragi     right behind him, Sakuragi thought he could block him, but Sendoh uses an effect lay up, the ball     spins via the board in the net, while the net got strangled by the ball's spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All his one on one scenes vs Maki and Rukawa, those were just cool :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AnimeAnalyze's favorite line:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rukie:&lt;/b&gt; "There are different ways to play offense,        and one-on-one is just one way. You haven't shown those abilities. As long        as you haven't, I don't believe I'll lose to you." (to Rukawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You haven't changed at all." (to Sakuragi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "If you want to beat me, you'll have to train really hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (smiles) "Thanks a lot." (to Sakuragi who tipped the ball into his own basket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent:&lt;/b&gt; I got past you two. (to Rukawa and Sakuragi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1685042428140157404?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1685042428140157404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/akira-sendoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1685042428140157404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1685042428140157404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/akira-sendoh.html' title='Akira Sendoh'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4048092952573718953</id><published>2007-08-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:16:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets In Our Lives... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcsillada.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ro9QkwoKCmsAAAnINPQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.dcsillada.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ro9QkwoKCmsAAAnINPQ1/13.%20surreal.JPG?et=AzXaLsWzalFa4B5%2Bq5gXOw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;SECRETS IN OUR LIVES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From &lt;i style=""&gt;The Unbearable Existence&lt;/i&gt;, a collection of prose and journal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By Danny C. Sillada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;“I know what you did last summer…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;- From the movie of the same title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“What if I tell you my secret, would you still love me?”&lt;/i&gt; asked the Mandaya warrior, Magumo, a day before his betrothal to princess Kaome of Kala-an tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“It all depends…!” &lt;/i&gt;responded Kaome&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;in a very sad voice looking through the unfathomable eyes of her warrior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All of a sudden, the daylight burst into darkness when the &lt;i style=""&gt;tambakunawa&lt;/i&gt; (giant scorpion) swallowed up the sun and left the villagers scampering in obscurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“The curse of the busaw is cast upon us!”&lt;/i&gt; shouted the gray-haired &lt;i style=""&gt;balyan&lt;/i&gt; (priestess) followed by the discordant sound of drumbeat and &lt;i style=""&gt;mang-mang&lt;/i&gt; (bamboo instrument) conjuring up the &lt;i style=""&gt;busaw&lt;/i&gt; (evil spirit)&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to bring back the sun from the mouth of &lt;i style=""&gt;tambakunawa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then, out of the jarring noise from the village, the giant scorpion disgorged out the sun from its colossal mouth, which eventually brought back the light into the sky. But there, in the middle of the Kala-an village, stood a hideous monster by the side of Kaome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The natives were petrified with horror how the monster suddenly appeared in their midst. In an instant, the Mandaya warriors seized the monster by his neck, chopped off his head and stuck it on the bamboo pole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kaome helplessly wept in silence, she couldn’t bear to see the bleeding head of the monster; her heart was torn into pieces with immeasurable regret for not loving him that much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Magumo’s &lt;i style=""&gt;secret&lt;/i&gt; had turned him into a monster when Kaome’s love was not strong enough to accept who he really was amid his concealed life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ow do we handle our own secret and the secret of others? Is there such a thing as &lt;i style=""&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;ethical codes of secret&lt;/i&gt; to base our judgment on the secret of our lives and others'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Everyone, even a child, has a secret! &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In fact, we hold unto our own secret like a fragile egg at the palm of our hands. It is hidden in the dark alcove of our past and present lives, persistently haunting in the deep recesses of our soul. And there, in the darkest part of our memory, it keeps coming back like a ferocious monster in the night. A secret, that is, murky or sublime, is part of who we are and who we are not amid our revealed and hidden existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But why we continue carrying the burden of our secret instead of liberating ourselves by telling it to a dear friend or a loved one? Are we afraid that they might judge, turn against or stop loving us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In essence, there are secrets that are better kept than told; secrets that would do more harm than liberate others and ourselves. But there are also sublime secrets that could deliver us from the burden of our existence when revealed. And these are secrets that define us who we are and how we can live in the midst of the secrets of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No matter what and how monstrous our secret is – we have to accept and embrace it as an indispensable element of our private lives because we are also part of what we hide from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What if I tell you my secret, would you still love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;credits to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;writer:© Danny C. Sillada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Illustrator: “The Secret”, pen &amp; ink on paper by Danny C. Sillada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I reposted this and copied it from Sir Danny Sillada (my online friend in &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; and a great writer to me and everyone else). When he writes I actually feel his heart. Every literary work of his touches my heart and my reason of posting this is because I just wanted to share this to bigger number of people coz' posting in multiply to share this for me isn't enough.For me I think more people should know and read this article. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4048092952573718953?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4048092952573718953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/secrets-in-our-lives-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4048092952573718953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4048092952573718953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/secrets-in-our-lives-3.html' title='Secrets In Our Lives... &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8532474200554772610</id><published>2007-08-28T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:00:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings Things. 4 my blog.. "dUh?!".. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#f1e4ca;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a Rose Tattoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef9e5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and classic&lt;br /&gt;You are pure rock and roll. You party hard. So does your tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Tattoo Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Pet is a Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdb76b"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/cat.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both aloof, introverted, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;And your friends secretly wish that you were declawed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealpetquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Pet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Orange Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdb76b"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/power-orange.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in the fast lane. You love action, risk, and competition.&lt;br /&gt;You're spontaneous, enthusiastic, and persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;But you're also easily bored - and love to rebel against structures.&lt;br /&gt;You resent rules ... as well as people's attempts to control you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Indigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdb76b"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/indigo.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the shades of blue, you are the most funky, unique, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing yourself and taking a leap of faith has always been easy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Blue Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Boyish Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdb76b"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlareyouquiz/boyish-sexy.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football...&lt;br /&gt;Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Muse is Euterpe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdb76b"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/euterpe.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like this muse of music.&lt;br /&gt;While you may or may not be musical...&lt;br /&gt;You love music and set life to your own personal soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;And you are good at making anyone's heart sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Muse Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Ring Finger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdb76b"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are romantic, expressive, and hopeful. You see the best in everything.&lt;br /&gt;You are very artistic, and you see the world as your canvas. You are also drawn to the written word.&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and unique, you are often away in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Index Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8532474200554772610?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8532474200554772610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogthings-things-4-my-blog-duh-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8532474200554772610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8532474200554772610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogthings-things-4-my-blog-duh-3.html' title='Blogthings Things. 4 my blog.. &quot;dUh?!&quot;.. &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5424923333230319001</id><published>2007-08-28T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:28:44.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Tuesday.... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>We don't have classes for today,because NCAE will be held in our school and our school admin. doesn't want any students to interrupt those 4th year students who are taking the examination.&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am in front of my computer and blogging this entry.&lt;br /&gt;Well,don't have to do today.Maybe I'll just play neopets or post in forums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just want to remind you. Please add me as your friend in Neopets once again I'm potpotch there..and my pet's names are : warfreax and toinkingz  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5424923333230319001?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5424923333230319001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/boring-tuesday-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5424923333230319001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5424923333230319001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/boring-tuesday-3.html' title='Boring Tuesday.... &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4009128523088841162</id><published>2007-08-27T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:38:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet pet pets to the rescue.. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-651419095-1173049509.jpg%3FymmSOI9CoaYslL0u?sig=UQXawjG7rWeLFF83mp0LCgBegmM-" border="0" height="379" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neopets Rocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Neopets&lt;/strong&gt; is an awesome virtual pet site. You can create your own cute pets (up to a maximum of four), feed them, groom them, look after them and watch them grow. You can also chat to other people, play games, create your own web pages, send NeoMail and lots more.I'm potpotch there..hope to meet you.C'yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neopets.com"&gt;Play NOW!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4009128523088841162?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4009128523088841162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/pet-pet-pets-to-rescue-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4009128523088841162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4009128523088841162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/pet-pet-pets-to-rescue-3.html' title='Pet pet pets to the rescue.. &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4921058910999710214</id><published>2007-08-27T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:34:14.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Visited ME! &lt;3 *aw.so sweet*</title><content type='html'>I had sick today..(Don't ask cause' It's a girl thing)&lt;br /&gt;But my fellow church officers. They prayed for me and after that I came&lt;br /&gt;with them to visit also some of our fellow officers. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was fun we ate custard cake from the bakery store at the corner,and we drank RC cola.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. We all had lots of laughs and we really like visiting house-to-house..&lt;br /&gt;Well,more to come for this day.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share a specific activity for today..&lt;br /&gt;Well,I need to take a shower already..I *snifs* Stink already.. buwahaha&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4921058910999710214?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4921058910999710214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/visiting-mode-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4921058910999710214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4921058910999710214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/visiting-mode-3.html' title='They Visited ME! &lt;3 *aw.so sweet*'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7332000509356278130</id><published>2007-08-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:30:39.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip-flops are on the way  &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paint those toenails Fashionista's because we need to get ready for the next flip flop season to stay, and we have a totally cool project that will have your feet looking hotter than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="DIY Flip Flops" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-660809097-1170036132.jpg?ymlmu88CQp_lq4.v" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;What you need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plain pair of rubber thongs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a metre of colourful ribbon in two different designs&lt;br /&gt;Scissors&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of silver or colourful jewels&lt;br /&gt;Craft glue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure and cut one of your ribbons into two equal lengths of about 20cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tie the ribbon around the toe of the thong a few times, and finish with a bow. Do the same on the other thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Take your other ribbon and cut into another two equal lengths of about 20cm. Tie both of these strands in bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attach the bows on top of the other bows with craft glue and hold for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position your jewels on the top of your thongs and when you are happy with how they look, glue them on with craft glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the glue dry overnight, and you will be ready to start your stuff in your new personally designed thongs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Important Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose bright colors for your ribbons to match the summer season. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you cannot find stick on jewels, choose a strong craft glue so that your jewels don't fall off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let your imagination run wild when designing your thongs, and try materials including lace, buttons and sequins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7332000509356278130?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7332000509356278130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/paint-those-toenails-fashionistas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7332000509356278130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7332000509356278130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/paint-those-toenails-fashionistas.html' title='Flip-flops are on the way  &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8330125830704097419</id><published>2007-08-25T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:31:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brat Bratz.. *new dollies release* &lt;3 so cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="articletxt"&gt;&lt;div class="articletxtinner"&gt;&lt;div class="articletxtinner2 clearfix"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bratz Kidz SleepOver&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-202082860-1171500233.jpg%3FymKDUC9CZz6GoXYa?sig=Psvn7f7FRvB61_FCqAVWOB_dFbQ-" border="0" height="231" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snuggle up with the &lt;strong&gt;Bratz Kidz&lt;/strong&gt;(tm) for the &lt;strong&gt;most exciting Sleep-Over fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-734039182-1171495609.jpg%3Fym66SC9C5WQEExbb?sig=fNjIviqNszgSjoEFPlfbq3yTVM4-" border="0" height="379" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But don't expect to get much sleep. They're too busy dancing, chatting, doing makeovers and swapping scary stories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pampered Pupz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-844951524-1171495607.jpg%3Fym36SC9CFmVXghKM?sig=yB23yiN2n9HVbw1vZzDRrekWgJ0-" border="0" height="379" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's a Bratz (tm) girl's number one accessory? A pampered puppy by her side in its own, coordinating fashion outfit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-595936534-1171495608.jpg%3Fym56SC9C_NsOObMD?sig=38vIb4r.H2yHmKwkP6.6Vmi8YQA-" border="0" height="379" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's this season's MUST-HAVE!&lt;/strong&gt; It's only the best for a Bratz(tm) and her pet so go over the top with &lt;strong&gt;rhinestones, satin and FAUX fur&lt;/strong&gt;. Tee Hee! So Cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check it out the handle becomes a collar for your pet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bratz Big Babyz with Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-505961100-1171495605.jpg%3Fym26SC9CAiiTQ0xe?sig=ZZZx_UYcOmuVacd8ZCkjJusEE4U-" border="0" height="190" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before they were Bratz&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;, they were Bratz Babyz!&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt; But just because they're babies doesn't mean they have a small sense of style! These are the &lt;strong&gt;hippest, funkiest, craziest babies around&lt;/strong&gt;, now with real hair for you to style in the most fashionable 'do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8330125830704097419?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8330125830704097419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/latest-dollies-3-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8330125830704097419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8330125830704097419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/latest-dollies-3-so-cute.html' title='Brat Bratz.. *new dollies release* &lt;3 so cute'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6800990383856947332</id><published>2007-08-25T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:41:57.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get involve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-850557520-1166387484.jpg%3Fymd0zu8CqHBa3uu7?sig=FvxIXllDuQfjDqar_77FADMdtME-" border="0" height="170" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey have you checked out Stardoll?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stardoll is an online celebrity dress up and community site for everyone who loves fashion and celebrities. So... ALL OF US!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's a site for girls like us and has more than 400 dolls and tens of thousands of garments and accessories with new dolls created every week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Anyway enough from me the only way to really understand is to get involved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Get Playing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.stardoll.com/"&gt;www.stardoll.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6800990383856947332?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6800990383856947332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/get-involve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6800990383856947332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6800990383856947332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/get-involve.html' title='Get involve!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3208823461380131184</id><published>2007-08-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:33:07.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/RtAebqNH2GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pgH_5Hbzohc/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/RtAebqNH2GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pgH_5Hbzohc/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102611838345402466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waah..grabe! wow! ka-tense..yesterday we had our song interpretation(contest) and it's our filipino project at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear overcame everyone of us,so medyo "nagkalat" kami.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our presentation we had our bets already on who'll win in the contest for sure.Number one in our list is 2-Hosea..But they said that they're not the one who made the steps it was their adviser Sir. Agcaoilli (MAPEH teacher) and to other section it was just so unfair also to us.But they're really good.Second is 2-Isiah(carlynn's section) they're also good! compared to them we're simply nothing what else if we were compared to Hosea.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu,.but we got to admit it.I was so mad&amp;sad at the same time,coz' teaching and leading your section in front is not that easy as what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;But our student teacher in filipino made me realize that we're unique in a way that we didn't use any player for music to play instead we made use of our voices and guitars..and he also made us proud of our performance.he told us that if we weren't scared we may have won even 3rd place.He removed the feeling of being mad in my heart,he made me feel relaxed and happy..While listening to what he's saying tears came to me eyes..(of course I wipe 'em away i don't want anyone to see me crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a participant in the contest is another experience for me in being a choreographer of a section..&lt;br /&gt;Another memory was added not only in my mind but also in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3208823461380131184?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3208823461380131184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/song-interpretation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3208823461380131184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3208823461380131184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/song-interpretation.html' title='Song Interpretation'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/RtAebqNH2GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pgH_5Hbzohc/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1088576626261904194</id><published>2007-08-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:14:54.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Bangles &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="articletxt"&gt;&lt;div class="articletxtinner"&gt;&lt;div class="articletxtinner2 clearfix"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now you can have the perfect accessory for all your outfits with your own custom made bangle! These funky bangles will have you looking cute in no time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-224153197-1170040979.jpg%3FymTyv88ChiRrGccH?sig=..SGCsfiMbFIoj56X0IW_zGj6Io-" border="0" height="120" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you need: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooden bangles (available at Williams shoes and some spotlight stores)&lt;br /&gt;Acrylic paints&lt;br /&gt;Paintbrush&lt;br /&gt;Wood varnish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-933503916-1170040980.jpg%3FymVyv88COJvl1pOz?sig=V6btr1FJap9o46nHzkVtJ7Qeilk-" border="0" height="219" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instructions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 1&lt;br /&gt;Choose the colours and pattern you will be using&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 2&lt;br /&gt;It's as easy as just painting your chosen design onto the bangle! With a thick paintbrush, paint on the background colour. With a thin paintbrush, paint on your design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;When your paint has dried, coat your bangle with one layer of varnish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TG Tips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try and wear more than one bangle, that way they will stand out. Choose colours and patterns that match the outfit you are wearing. Before you buy your paints, make sure they will work on wood Don't be afraid to try other ways of decorating your bangles. Cut out some of your favourite pictures and stick them onto your bangle, then coat with varnish. Easy! If you can't find wooden bangles, buy some cheap ones from a discount shop and paint over them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1088576626261904194?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1088576626261904194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/funky-bangles-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1088576626261904194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1088576626261904194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/funky-bangles-3.html' title='Funky Bangles &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8229521692898236929</id><published>2007-08-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:49:15.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth behind the world of GLITTERS.. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="articletxt"&gt;&lt;div class="articletxtinner"&gt;&lt;div class="articletxtinner2 clearfix"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Glitter Facts!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.blogs.yahoo.com/total-girl/45/glitter-facts/?view=photos&amp;photo=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/169,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-129772506-1165189466.jpg%3FymaVPq8CJUzkg05o?sig=pCEneb37SPYFY2OJ0rmKdwlJl4A-" border="0" height="169" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"glitter" = the quality pf sparkling brightly&lt;p&gt;Glitter is usually made of metallic flakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gary Glitter was a popular rockstar in the 1970's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Glitter Rock' was a type of rock music popular in the 1970's... rockstars wore lots of glitter make-up, shiny outfits and huge sparkly platform boots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas decorations are usually covered in glitter to resemble snow sparkling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.blogs.yahoo.com/total-girl/45/glitter-facts/?view=photos&amp;amp;photo=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/169,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-789970307-1165189467.jpg%3FymcVPq8C3LCSIqVc?sig=yWDPtESy34WoHvLQ2iCKW8pWFhA-" border="0" height="169" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mariah Carey starred in a movie called 'Glitter'. It's famous for being very, very bad.&lt;p&gt;Snowdomes commonly have glitter in them to resemble snow when shaken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Glitter is used in many types of arts and crafts to add brilliance, sparkle and shine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Underground caves that appear to glitter get this affect from calcite crystals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter can be used in many items to enhance their appearance, such as fabrics, cosmetics, glass, plastics, paint, paper, and ornaments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nail varnish and lip-glosses commonly use glitter to add an extra sense of glam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"All that glitters is not gold" is an old English proverb meaning that not everything is always as it seems!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gold never tarnishes or rusts because it doesn't react to oxygen (which causes other metals to rust).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="articlepic-left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.blogs.yahoo.com/total-girl/45/glitter-facts/?view=photos&amp;amp;photo=3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/169,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl%2Ftotalgirl-794820475-1165189470.jpg%3FymeVPq8CkrBR.mMr?sig=o_Xqno0ueaZUA3YoVTq4TH0zmxY-" border="0" height="169" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A single ounce of gold can be drawn into a wire five miles long, because it's so maleable.&lt;p&gt;Gold is used in everything from space suits and firefighters helmets to arthristis treatments and computer components!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To attain the highest achievement in something is often referred to as a 'glittering prize'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celebrities who attend lots of parties and glamourous functions are often referred to as 'the glitterati'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8229521692898236929?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8229521692898236929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/truth-behind-world-of-glitters-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8229521692898236929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8229521692898236929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/truth-behind-world-of-glitters-3.html' title='The truth behind the world of GLITTERS.. &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-538885503086237240</id><published>2007-08-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:37:11.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour DIY part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="body glitter" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-774581130-1170111690.jpg?ymKDB98CDK_dfUl1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This super-easy recipe for groovy Body Glitter will have you outshining everyone at your next party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What you'll need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Glitter (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;-Aloe Vera gel (you can buy this at chemists or health food stores)&lt;br /&gt;-A pot to put your finished product in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pour some Aloe Vera gel into the pot you want to store it in until it's about  full. Add some glitter in small amounts to avoid clumping. Keep adding glitter until you have the amount of sparkle you want!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it! Easy, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Top Tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Use different coloured glitters to create a 'rainbow' effect!&lt;br /&gt;-Add a small amount of food dye to make your gel coloured!&lt;br /&gt;-Make up batches of Body Glitter to give to friends as presents!&lt;br /&gt;-Add some nice smelling essential oil to make your Body Glitter smell yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-538885503086237240?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/538885503086237240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/glamour-diy-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/538885503086237240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/538885503086237240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/glamour-diy-part-3.html' title='Glamour DIY part 3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1480830651249264828</id><published>2007-08-25T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:13:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Chocolate Lip Gloss &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pamper yourself with this idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Make your own groovy Chocolate Lip Gloss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What you?ll need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-Vaseline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-Powdered cocoa mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-Small pot to put it in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;You might need Mum's help with this one, as you'll need to use the microwave, and the Vaseline will get hot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Place the desired amount of Vaseline in a glass bowl in the microwave, and heat for 30 seconds. Take it out and give it a stir. Continue to do this until the Vaseline is fully melted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Next, add the cocoa powder (experiment with how 'chocolatey' you want your gloss!) to the Vaseline, and stir well. Put the mixture back into the microwave for another 30 seconds. Stir again. Set aside to cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Once your mixture is cool enough to handle, spoon it into your 'lip gloss pot' and pop it into the fridge for a short while to set. You can use all sorts of things for a 'lip gloss pot' - your Mum might have an old eyeshadow pot that's empty. Or your Dad might have a small plastic pot for fishing tackle! You can also buy small plastic make-up pots at your local chemist. Use your imagination! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It's now ready to use!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You can play around with this - here are some fun ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- Use powdered fruit juice like Tang to make yummy fruity lip gloss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- Add some shimmery eyeshadow for pretty colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- Add some glitter for an amazing sparkly effect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- Add Vanilla Essence for yummy vanilla tasting gloss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- Make a few pots to give to friends as presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;- Add some strawberry essence for yummo berry smell and taste! (Idea from TG reader Candice Graham!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Have fun! Let us know how you went with your own creation!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1480830651249264828?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1480830651249264828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/homemade-chocolate-lip-gloss-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1480830651249264828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1480830651249264828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/homemade-chocolate-lip-gloss-3.html' title='Homemade Chocolate Lip Gloss &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4650243516702949575</id><published>2007-08-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:02:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour DIY part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" alt="face mask" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-402773249-1170049489.jpg?ymS3x88COmy4GrMf" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Homemade beauty products needn't be hard to make, lumpy and gross! They can be heaps of fun to make, and easy, too! Just raid the kitchen cupboards and fruit bowl and off you go! Try some of these for beauty treats, or just for a bit of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;** Tips for all masks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Make sure when applying the masks to your face to avoid the eyes and mouth areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Apply gently - no need to rub it in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Leave masks on for about 10 minutes unless otherwise stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Always rinse off gently with warm water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Banana Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mash 1 banana and mix with 1 teaspoon of honey. Smooth over face and leave on for about 10- 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Honey Mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mix 2 tablespoons honey with 2 teaspoons milk. Apply to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Strawberry and Oat Mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2 Tblsp ground oats, 3 large ripe strawberries, 1 teaspoon cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix oats, mashed strawberries and cream to make a paste. It doesn't matter if it's a bit lumpy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Avocado Mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mix 1/2 cup of chopped avocado, 1/2 cup of finely chopped cucumber, 1 egg white and 2 teaspoons of powdered milk. Mix until a smooth past is created. Leave on for anywhere from 10 - 30 minutes before rinsing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Milk Mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1/2 cup of full cream milk. Dab a cotton ball in the milk and wipe it over your face. Leave it on for about 5-10 minutes before rinsing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oatmeal Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Firstly Use 1 tablespoon of fine oatmeal. Add 2 teaspoons of full cream milk. Mix to a smooth past. Smooth the mixture over your face (you can use an ice cream stick.) Wait until the mixture is hard. Peel the Mask of and rinse your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Top Tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Treat your Mum to a beauty treat on her birthday or Mother's Day by making and applying a mask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Make masks at your next slumber party! Apply them to each other and paint your toenails while waiting to rinse them off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Make a mask for yourself anytime you're feeling a bit blue - it will cheer you up straight away! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4650243516702949575?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4650243516702949575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/glamour-diy-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4650243516702949575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4650243516702949575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/glamour-diy-part-2.html' title='Glamour DIY part 2'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1000484461615557457</id><published>2007-08-25T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:46:30.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour DIY part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing more relaxing than a nice soak in a warm bathtub, especially when you've got lovely bath salts to help you unwind. Their soothing scents make your cares wash away, and the therapeutic actions of the salts ease tired muscles! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we give you a few easy-peasy recipes for some fab bath salts - perfect for yourself, or to make as a prezzie for someone special who needs a treat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic But Pretty Bath Salts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3 cups (total) of a few different types of salts (from table salt to sea salt).&lt;br /&gt;Dried flowers or flower petals.&lt;br /&gt;Essential oil such as rose, lavender etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="Roses" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-883937376-1170048303.jpg?ymvkx88CvDfeI.ut" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Combine the different salts. Using different types is so that they range in size from a fine texture to coarse. The different textures make this recipe look very glam! Sprinkle in some flower petals for colour. They will also float in the water making the bath look pretty! Add a few drops of essential oil, stirring to test for 'smell strength'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allow to dry thoroughly, then store in pretty jars ready for gift-giving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try these other Bath Salt recipes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fizzy Roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A fizzy treat that's totally pretty too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will need&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup citric acid&lt;br /&gt;3 Tblsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sea salt&lt;br /&gt;A handful of lightly crushed dried rose petals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img alt="nasturtiums" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-422641385-1170048304.jpg?ymxkx88CHP7rxJ.." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Combine all of the above ingredients, mix well and allow to dry thoroughly. It's very important to keep ingredients totally dry or the 'fizzy' bit will start without you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Store in jars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Relaxing Bath Salts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For sleepy heads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 cup sea salt&lt;br /&gt;2 cup baking soda&lt;br /&gt;5 drops lavender scented oil&lt;br /&gt;A handful of lavender buds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img alt="impatiens" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-950472479-1170048305.jpg?ymykx88CWiQoC3a." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Combine all of the ingredients and mix well. This may appear to form clumps due to the liquid content, but you can just use a fork to break up the lumpy bits! You can add 4 tablespoons of liquid glycerin for extra moisturising, but it's not essential. &lt;p&gt;Allow to dry them store in jars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bubbly Glitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a totally glam bath-time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 cups sea salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup table salt&lt;br /&gt;2 Tblsp glitter&lt;br /&gt;A few drops of essential oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup of baby shampoo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img alt="pansy" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/totalgirl/totalgirl-151305037-1170048306.jpg?ymzkx88C.is.sEDp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Combine the salts, glitter and oil and stir until the texture is smooth. Drizzle with the baby shampoo and then spread onto a greaseproof paper covered biscuit tray until you have an even layer. Allow to thoroughly dry out. This could take up to an entire day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Store in a jar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Top tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- These make great presents for friends, Mum, your Gran or anyone you know who needs a treat.&lt;br /&gt;- You can change the types of petals or flowers used depending on what you or the person you are giving them to, likes best!&lt;br /&gt;- Experiment with what essential oils you like best&lt;br /&gt;- Package in decorative jars or 'bath tea bags' made out of muslin cloth tied with ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;- Don't have a bath? You can use these as treats for your feet - just pop some into a tub of warm water and soak your tired tootsies!&lt;br /&gt;- Great to make for school fetes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1000484461615557457?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1000484461615557457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/glamour-diy-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1000484461615557457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1000484461615557457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/glamour-diy-part-1.html' title='Glamour DIY part 1'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-2150804969646922948</id><published>2007-08-25T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:33:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloss,gloss,gloss... mwa &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:000000;"&gt;Top 5 best lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 153);"&gt;Pucker up party princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You've got the pyjamas, the pillow and the present but there's just one more thing you need: shiny, glossy lips that will dazzle your pals and sparkle like a disco ball on the dance floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course there's no time to sit around wondering which gloss is the boss. We've tested thousands (*sigh* someone's got to do it) and sussed out five of the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl__8%2Ftotalgirl-643562867-1185341591.jpg%3FymYSH39C80epcc0z?sig=5SVyWONYaQqSJ_2HYWij10w.ejk-" border="0" height="217" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Rituelle lipbalms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These yummy lip balms are so good you could have them for desert! With flavours like orange-choc, tangerine and honeycomb they are my number one pic for the perfect sleepover make-up session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl__8%2Ftotalgirl-882821202-1185341593.jpg%3FymaSH39CA4OhI8km?sig=hH_vb1Hgn4Jg.OEt5hDpfAKqQms-" border="0" height="217" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smackers flip gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No beauty pack would ever be complete without a Smackers gloss! This flip gloss smells delish and lasts for ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl__8%2Ftotalgirl-51883789-1185341594.jpg%3FymbSH39CdrT7fsIk?sig=ohkpOF.iVJOO6F_RJ2jyEmVCr78-" border="0" height="217" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sugarbaby lip candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sugarbaby lip candy is every girls best friend. Gorgeous glitter for a pout even Mary-Kate Olsen would be jealous of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl__8%2Ftotalgirl-893001239-1185341596.jpg%3FymdSH39CAiVRjLOS?sig=9S0Fkm1iMw.FdJRfjkdGBjDAJH8-" border="0" height="217" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tali Shine gloss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The name of Tali's fruity lip gloss says it all! Peachy in Panama makes you wish you were on a tropical island. But this yummy gloss is the next best thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="articlepic-middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/au.yimg.com/util/anysize/379,http%3A%2F%2Ff3.yahoofs.com%2Fymg%2Ftotalgirl__8%2Ftotalgirl-29331804-1185341597.jpg%3FymeSH39C.o8JwXRF?sig=9Y9ynbd_jrzisP12IA2dg8GH0P0-" border="0" height="217" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Miki fruity lip balm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sooo cute and an absolute must have sleepover gloss. My fave flavour is orange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-2150804969646922948?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2150804969646922948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-five-best-lip-gloss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2150804969646922948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2150804969646922948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-five-best-lip-gloss.html' title='gloss,gloss,gloss... mwa &lt;3'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-2873364355170481853</id><published>2007-07-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:30:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS UPDATE &amp; Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;News Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;updated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Announcement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha.. Ina have just move-on with her new schedule,and now she have saved a Computer time and Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nai_08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ina M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-2873364355170481853?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2873364355170481853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/07/news-update-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2873364355170481853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2873364355170481853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/07/news-update-announcement.html' title='NEWS UPDATE &amp; Announcement'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-722726951734539820</id><published>2007-06-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:17:34.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Mode (sorry!!)</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda busy studying this school year so I'm so sorry if I'll not be updated much of my blog and everything with connection to internet..I'm only allowed to have my recreational internet time on fridays...so sorry if I'll be leaving my work or duty as a Senior Moderator I'll be dropping by every friday don't worry!and thanks to those who understands me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-722726951734539820?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/722726951734539820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-mode-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/722726951734539820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/722726951734539820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-mode-sorry.html' title='School Mode (sorry!!)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-944217653995486881</id><published>2007-06-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:17:58.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll use the red font color 'cause' this is about a BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. It's my Dad's and my ONLINE sister (chi/calline) 's birthday yesterday my dad is now  37 and chi is now 17 :) they're both OLD  hahaha &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; I'm such a bratt! here's something for my dad!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p311/princess_alys/birthday.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha :D it really fits well to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.potpotch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmV2UgoKCnUAAA1SH5Y1/grin.gif?et=j3SB%2BhS32KG6FdAxpwKOkg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-944217653995486881?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/944217653995486881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/944217653995486881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/944217653995486881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7141356885417637084</id><published>2007-06-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:59:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;MAY 29,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.potpotch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RlvhbAoKCnUAABBL7xY1/cry.gif?et=fMMUOvoiFSf16fuiJ1w1Gw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*sighs*.. It's Picture Taking Day of my beloved students...and tomorrow they'll be graduating already..I'm so sad that my cute little students will be leaving me ...this is one of the SADDEST days in my life....Leaving my studes for me is really not good or happy.kakalungkot talaga.........sobra! well I guess my TEACHER DAYS are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm really happy that my studes have finished their studies with me.kanina they were so cute wearing those TOGAs and  seeing make-ups all over their faces..well,no more..hehe and kanina nagbantay pala ako kasama ang mga friends koh na guyszz.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.potpotch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RlvlfQoKCnUAAE6u1gM1/cheesy.gif?et=LnoQHmGojo2aEunsHE8REg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7141356885417637084?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7141356885417637084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-29-sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7141356885417637084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7141356885417637084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-29-sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4555758414079510233</id><published>2007-05-22T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:18:56.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My athlete days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=""&gt;  &lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" vspace="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" align="left" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 46.3pt; page-break-after: avoid; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 61.5pt;"&gt;B&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;efore when I hear the word volleyball the first thing that pops in my head is that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is one ball hitting your arm so bad and hard that that arm will be broken, but that’s what I only feel. Being hurt is what I thought a Volleyball game would be when I don’t have the knowledge yet about volleyball. It was the end of the S.Y 2004-’05 I was turning 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade that time when my mom introduced volleyball to me. She introduced volleyball to me because she thought that my height will be a waste if I don’t use it not only that but also when she was a high school student she’s also one of the tallest girl in her class just like me and most of her friends are volleyball players so she was left behind and she graduated not even trying to be on the volleyball team. She doesn’t want me to end like that so she pushed me to “try out” for the girl’s volleyball team when I turned 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having knowledge in volleyball is not that easy. Learning the terms, rules and regulations, and most of all is teamwork. I was under a college student who is also a volleyball varsity in college division. His name was Karl Lozano and he’s our coach but we used to call him Kuya Karl&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Trying out to be on the team is not easy at it looks like. Our body’s needs to be fitted, we should have strong and powerful legs, and we should feel very light, to reach that kind of physical situation we need to do lots of work outs such as sit-ups, curl-ups, pendulum, imaginary chair, and a lot more. We are having our volleyball training every day except for Thursdays after classes. The day of choosing who’ll get to be on the team came and the coach chose the first six I thought I wouldn’t be picked because of me being a low-blooded person, but when I heard my name I smiled and I am shouting in my thoughts. From that day my journey started as an athlete.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I graduated I had plans of continuing what I started, but again it wasn’t easy I’m in high school level this time and it would be really hard for me because I’m still adjusting to my new environment like having very strict teachers, new coach, new grading system, and a whole lot more. We had this experimental section where you’ll study both math &amp; science in advance. I tried my best in taking the entrance examination and in my try-outs. The week after I took both test I got the news that I got in the volleyball team and at the same day I found out that I was also one of the lucky qualifiers to enter the experimental section. It wasn’t easy choosing what to get and what to lose for me both are good opportunity but I thought harder then I finally got my decision. I chose to be on the experimental section than joining the volleyball team because this experimental section would be a great start for me in high school because I would be advanced and volleyball is only an extra curriculum activity. It was really hard for me letting go of the team but I should do what’s best for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole S.Y passed and it was really a blast, but I’m still missing one piece. Nothing could replace my love for volleyball. Since the day I learned something about volleyball I’m starting to have this volley fever and until now I’m still having that fever. Letting go of volleyball was really hard for me especially my volley friends. I’m turning 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year high school this year and new thing will happen. I’m begging my parents if they would let me to “try out” once more in volleyball but all my dad say is “Let us think about it we’ll tell you if the time is right”. How I wish to be on the team once more and play this game I have loved like no other sports. All I can do is to chase this sport dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4555758414079510233?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4555758414079510233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-athlete-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4555758414079510233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4555758414079510233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-athlete-days.html' title='My athlete days.....'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4074679017680169448</id><published>2007-05-05T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:34:31.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SATURDAY...</title><content type='html'>May 5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every saturday I have the same activity.. choir practice,computer(a little) then my one-on-one practice of voice with my "alaga" haha.. we had a deal(me and my alagas) the we will have a practice "solo" after they eat their lunches.. I'll be pointing out songs for them to sing in front of me and when they sang 3 songs perfectly they can use my keyboard(mini piano)..and we always do that every saturday.. it's fun cause we have time to focus on their own voices..there are so many choir members that's why not all of us are being trained that much..so I decided to help..since I know how to play the piano,I teach my fellow coir members(young members) to use the falceto voice...haha and my every saturday is so tiring .. at least it has a meaning :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4074679017680169448?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4074679017680169448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4074679017680169448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4074679017680169448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-saturday.html' title='My SATURDAY...'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8214531263160703503</id><published>2007-05-05T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:31:46.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HOME</title><content type='html'>May 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I just got home yesterday..but when I got home nobody's home (avril's song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;) haha...at least I'm back...so much from a sleep over over (2 nights kasi eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;) rawr!! mwuah! gotta jet.. be back later to tell more...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8214531263160703503?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8214531263160703503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8214531263160703503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8214531263160703503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m HOME'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7075883804622170420</id><published>2007-05-05T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:31:20.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEHEY day!!! 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;May 1,&lt;br /&gt;haha I'm still here inmarikina with my friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GENEC&lt;/span&gt;.. haha I'm here in &lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ISLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a computer shop in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: comic sans ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLUE WAVE MALL&lt;/span&gt; near her house.. we're because one event just got finished.. (the bible quiz and general info) haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and it's really a good game because we won on both game.... and this a an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ANOTHER YEHEY DAY&lt;/span&gt; because my mom and dad allowed me to stay for one more night... yahoo... more lakwatsa with my old pal!! well,tatah.. need to go!! this so much for today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;maybe be back later or tomorrow.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7075883804622170420?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7075883804622170420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/yehey-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7075883804622170420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7075883804622170420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/yehey-day-2.html' title='YEHEY day!!! 2'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-628297140054799340</id><published>2007-05-05T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:30:42.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEHEY day!!!</title><content type='html'>april 30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm in a computer shop today with my old pal GENEC haha we're together this day and this time of the day because I'll be sleeping over in her house cool huh?!? well,tatah!! (bye) gotta go because,I'm almost time mwuah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-628297140054799340?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/628297140054799340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/yehey-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/628297140054799340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/628297140054799340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/yehey-day.html' title='YEHEY day!!!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1518864258367154315</id><published>2007-05-05T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:09:51.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayy.. BUHAY nga naman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;April 24,&lt;br /&gt;harhar!hate this day!cause' we don't have any classes to teach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I miss my little students!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;well,it not that bad though...my cousins went here(my home)they came here because their grandpapa is sick..and they might get sick too..haha I acted like a baby sitter now  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; lolz..but I don't get paid..rawr!my other came too and my neighbor haha..see that?!? told you I was acting like a baby sitter today!hah but it was fun,we layed ZUMA here in our computer aand played the GAMEBOY ADVANCED with kim possible,princess natasha,rugrats,block party(cartoon network),and barbie's pet shop haha I didn't acted a baby sitter anymore..I acted as a baby too haha  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;..well,we still don't have any classes tomorrow.. and this summer stinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1518864258367154315?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1518864258367154315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/hayy-buhay-nga-naman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1518864258367154315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1518864258367154315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/hayy-buhay-nga-naman.html' title='Hayy.. BUHAY nga naman...'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-37657576521340462</id><published>2007-05-05T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:10:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anu Bei' anG KapAl Mu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;April 23,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;heller!! ano ba akala mu skn??tulay na tinatapakan na pagtawid sa kabilang ibayo wala ng silbi??ang kapal mu!! h8 u!sino ka ba?so 22o lang dapat hindi kita tinutulungan eh..dapat sarili mong diskarte yan eh!sino bang nanliligaw?ako o ikaw?heller!gumising ka sa katotohanan!wag kang matulog sa pansitan!hindi mo ba ramdam na na naiinis din xa sau??lahat kaya kong ibunyag! ngayon kilala mo na ako,di ba sabi koh naman sayo WAR FREAX akoh?!? kaya kita..wag mo kong subukan!dahil ayaw mong matikman ang LUPIT koh! oo mabait akoh yun yon kapag mabait kah rin sa akin..pero kung tatalikuran mo ako pagkatapos ng lahat ng ginawa kohng kabutihan sau! pwes..magkamatayan nah!hindi kita uurungan..masaya na tau kanina..nagkakaintindihan tau,dumating lang siya naging TANGA kah nah! ano bang problema moh?!?hindi ka niya alipin okay?!?kaya wag kang magpakatanga sa kanya! tao ka rin may sariling buhay...wag mong hayaang agawin lang ng kung sino ang kalayaan mo!!!meron kang karapatan hindi ka naman timang na hindi dapat pansinin at hindi pakielaman okay?!? sana magetz mo sinasabi koh!sorry kung medyo TAMAAN kah or anything! pero sinasabi koh lang ang nararamdaman ko..AYAW KO KASING MAMATAY NG HINDI SINASABI ANG MGA HINANANKIT KOH!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yan lang naman ang masasabi koh sa iyo pare! TORPE kah!kala ko pa naman prends tau..bigla na lang nawala dumating lang xa kanina! LECHE KAH! mamatay kah nah! wala kang kwentang kaibigan!pagkatapos kang tulungan at itawid sa kabilang mundo,iiwanan mo na ako na parang basahan na wala ng silbi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-37657576521340462?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/37657576521340462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/anu-bei-ang-kapal-mu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/37657576521340462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/37657576521340462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/anu-bei-ang-kapal-mu.html' title='Anu Bei&apos; anG KapAl Mu!!!'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-895922030944525029</id><published>2007-05-05T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:28:43.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUHAY   TEACHER    PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kahapon ang huling pagkikita namin ng aking mga estudyante sa liggong ito..medyo nalungkot ako,dahil ang kahapon ay ang isang sa mga pinaka masaya kong araw..nung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; April 19,2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pa lamang ang aking mga estudyante at kahapon ay bigla itong nadagdagan ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;nakilala ko ang iba sa kanila..3 babae ang kanilang mga pangalan ay Kaila,Giselle at Aubrey..napaka gaganda nila at mukhang mga manika...haha cute na cute akoh sa kanila..grabeh ang sarap nilang kausap at ang sarap makipaglaro sa kanila..nung oras na ng uwian ako ay medyo nalungkot dahil hindi koh na sila makikitang uli..nalipat sila sa klase ng panghapon...ang tanging masasabi ko lang sa kanila ay sana lumaki silang masunuring mga bata..at sana hindi nila ako makalimutan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-895922030944525029?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/895922030944525029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/buhay-teacher-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/895922030944525029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/895922030944525029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/buhay-teacher-part-2.html' title='BUHAY   TEACHER    PART 2'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-2952990568072633778</id><published>2007-05-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:36:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUHAY   TEACHER    PART 1</title><content type='html'>haha wala akong mapagkaabalahan ngayong summer..then ate analyn invited me to help in teaching and guiding little kids in our church program SKP(Summer Kindergarten Program).&lt;br /&gt;It was my second day today.. and this day was really tiring..but all of our hardworks have good effect.Teaching is really hard.. especially teaching kids with the age of 4-6..kasi kids between those ages are so makulit.. they are trying to learn things pa lang and all the things in their mind are playing.. haha.. nawawala din ang pagod naming mga nagtuturo ..kasi ang cute ng mga bata.. and ang saya kung makikita mo nah natututo naman sila.. tomorrow is another day for me to teach "again" haha.. well wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-2952990568072633778?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2952990568072633778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/buhay-teacher-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2952990568072633778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2952990568072633778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/buhay-teacher-part-1.html' title='BUHAY   TEACHER    PART 1'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5110134201111323291</id><published>2007-05-05T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:27:43.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a moderator...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am a moderator of a message board.. the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Total Girl Board&lt;/span&gt;...I thought being a moderator was easy and really fun..but now that I am one.. now I know what are the feelings a moderator has.. full of board problems,member's problems,full of warnings to members.. lots and lots of cleaning.. it was really hard! being a moderator is too much work than I thought.. but still I don't regret it that I am a moderator and take note not just a moderator but a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SENIOR MODERATOR!!!&lt;/span&gt; behind those message of warnings,message of locking the topic,message of saying to stop doing that etc. are caring and really hard working moderators.. we're not trying to kill the joy and the fun.. we are just trying to make things clear,clean and kid-friendly..moderators just care about board members..please try to uderstand us.. we are trying to do our jobs.. and doing our jobs is soo hard! sometimes it seems like we are getting mad at you.. actually we're not.. we are just so tired of getting same feedbacks from you guys! we always warn pasaway members but still you give us same feedbacks.. and because of that we can't control of our feelings and get annoyed and tired of telling again and again what's not to do ...we are so sorry if those messages hurted your feelings.. we don't mean it that way.. we are just so tired of facing a problem again and again... just remember that "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WE ARE DOING ALL OF THIS BECAUSE WE CARE AND LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;" haha and here is a saying of my fellow craazzy SENIOR MODERATOR .. boom!! "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WE SCARE BECAUSE WE CARE&lt;/span&gt;".hope you understand our situation! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5110134201111323291?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5110134201111323291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-moderator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5110134201111323291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5110134201111323291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-moderator.html' title='Being a moderator...'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-334583283859641773</id><published>2007-05-05T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:25:55.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found my TRUE FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I found someone to replace my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OLD PLASTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; friends! cool! and I just found them in the net.. haha! they are my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TG sisters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teentalk family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;..! they are so sweet..funny,cute (haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;),pasaway,addicts haha and everything you'll wish for for a friend!.. they are so cool! we really&lt;/span&gt; enjoy our bonding in the internet I wish we could have some real bonding moments.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; but we are planning to have a mini bnding in GATEWAY CUBAO.. and it is such a good place because it is just walking distance from our home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I just love talking and having fun with them!! I will never forget them ! I swear!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-334583283859641773?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/334583283859641773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/found-my-true-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/334583283859641773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/334583283859641773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/found-my-true-friends.html' title='Found my TRUE FRIENDS'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4229220211175981901</id><published>2007-05-05T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:25:35.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SUMMER Vacation this 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Rjw_HIniWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fzwklr3yuvs/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Rjw_HIniWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fzwklr3yuvs/s320/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060989473062541794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;haha!! I had my summer vacation yesterday.. it was a BLAST!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;we had it on Antipolo City.. in the Loreland Farm Resort..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;we (Actually I) swam the whole day I just stopped when we ate our lunches.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; my color now is brown I'm as brown as a bark of a tree.. wahaha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I really had fun!haha! I hate my swimsuit!  T_T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;arrggh!! but I really had fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;it was really a tiring day.. when we got back home I went straight to bed to have my sleep!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I didn't eat my dinner but my sleep was really relaxing..(maybe it's because I was really tired because of swimming the whole day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4229220211175981901?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4229220211175981901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-summer-vacation-this-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4229220211175981901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4229220211175981901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-summer-vacation-this-2007.html' title='My SUMMER Vacation this 2007'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Rjw_HIniWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fzwklr3yuvs/s72-c/DSC00198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7328221221990384035</id><published>2007-05-05T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:20:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do!!!????</title><content type='html'>hayz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm so bored these days! can't think of anything to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my sport training will start this coming week!! waah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this summer is really a Failure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't enjoy summer this year that much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;no swimming much..no out of towns..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm  stuck in my computer! because of my JOB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and this summer is realy hot!! I hate too much heat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it burns my skin.. I want to be soaked in the ocean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but we won't be going to a beach.. we're still planning our outing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;arrgggh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but it's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;od to leave in cubao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the malls are just walking distance! yey' I always go to gateway just to refresh myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;any suggestion of what else can I do this summer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7328221221990384035?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7328221221990384035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7328221221990384035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7328221221990384035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do!!!????'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1333385867313541388</id><published>2007-05-05T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:20:30.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For me friends are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friends are the persons that gives us hapiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;actually for me I think they are the reason why should I still live in this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm a loyal,problem solver,always there to comfort,entertainer...Friend.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And one of my bestfriends are my parents..&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hey know lots of things bout' me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and when I treat someone as my best pal they are the ones who really knows a lot about me... I don't keep secrets from them.. I'm really open to talk in any subject matter when it comes to my best pals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do we need friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;* So we will have a shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;* So we can have a person to share our problems, secrets, taught, and many more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* So we will have someone to cheer when they're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;* So I Can be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Friends stay by your side and are loyal and truthful, she will keep the friendship alive. Friends don't also betray each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;we need friends for inspiration, they are the people who will lend a helping hand...they listen to you when somethings made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1333385867313541388?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1333385867313541388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-me-friends-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1333385867313541388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1333385867313541388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-me-friends-are.html' title='For me friends are....'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4825943450767492974</id><published>2007-05-05T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:19:58.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My MOM had only one eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt; i hated her... she was such an embarrassment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she collected little weeds and such to sell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything for the money we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was such an embarressment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one day during elementary school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was field day, and my mom came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so embarressed. how could she do this to me? i threw her a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your mom only has one eye?!?!" ..and they taunted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished that my mom would just dissappear from this world so i said to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom, "mom.. why dont you have the other eye?! if you're only gonna make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a laughingstock, why dont you just die?!!!" my mom did not respond.. i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i had said what i'd wanted to say all this time.. maybe it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my mom hadnt punished me, but i didnt think that i had hurt her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me. i took a look at her, then turned away. because of the thing i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my heart. even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of her one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told myself that i would grow up and become successful. cause i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;! nbsp;my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i studied real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seoul University with all the confidence i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had kids, too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm living happily as a successful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it here because it's a place that doesnt remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it was my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..still with her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i screamed at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, i'm so sorry. i may have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten the wrong address," and she dissappeared out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think about this for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my life. then a wave of relief came upon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my wife that i was going on a business trip, i went. after the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went down to the old shack, that i used to call a house...just out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did not shed a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my life has been long enough now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i wont visit Seoul anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to come visit me once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while? i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i heard you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the reunion. but i decided not to go to the school. ...for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was an embarressment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eye. as a mom, i couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one eye... so i gave you mine... i was so proud of my son that was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upset at you for anything you did.. the couple times that you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me,.. i thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son... oh, my son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dont want you to cry for me, because of my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son, i love you so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4825943450767492974?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4825943450767492974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mom-had-only-one-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4825943450767492974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4825943450767492974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mom-had-only-one-eye.html' title='My MOM had only one eye'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7266655768815406347</id><published>2007-05-05T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:18:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amazing.............acknowledge them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Believable..........trust them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Childlike............allow them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Divine.................honor them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Energetic..........nourish them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Fallible...............embrace them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Gifts..................treasure them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Here now..........be with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nnocent...........delight with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Joyful................appreciate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kindhearted.....learn from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Loveable............cherish them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magical..............fly with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Noble.................esteem them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); background-color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Open minded....respect them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Precious............value them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Questioners.......encourage them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Resourceful.......support them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Spontaneous.....enjoy them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Talented............believe in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Unique...............affirm them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vulnerable.........protect them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Whole................recognize them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Xtraspecial.........celebrate with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yearning.............notice them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Zany...................laugh with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7266655768815406347?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7266655768815406347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/children-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7266655768815406347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7266655768815406347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/children-are.html' title='Children are....'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8440522942089407966</id><published>2007-05-05T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:18:03.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO START A GREAT DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); background-color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt; If  you  want  to make  your  day  bright  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); background-color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;meaningful, recite  the following positive statements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     I  will   greet this day with love in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     I  will  persist  until I succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     I  am nature’s greatest miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     I  will   live  this day as  if it is my last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     Today, I will be master of my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     I  will laugh at the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;     Today, I  will  multiply my value a hundredfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8440522942089407966?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8440522942089407966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-start-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8440522942089407966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8440522942089407966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-start-great-day.html' title='HOW TO START A GREAT DAY'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6376984913845258244</id><published>2007-05-05T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:17:31.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz' LIFE is too SHORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt; Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;footsteps to our family. Our original intent of having Mother enjoy some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to where he is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to this kind of panic-joy feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;use to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;all the protest mother makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again. One day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;sighed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;"LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;choice but to return to the breakfast table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;words came out of it, I really didn't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;reason that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;right through my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;"Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;at me, his face was expressionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;dead knot in his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and there is no need to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;returned to take some of his stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to him vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;looking at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;out from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull e paper towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the paper to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;"LD, you are pregnant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;"Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;facing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scares in each other's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;there between us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;that matters to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;off my brown, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;last this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;funeral."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;daddy now no long has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;written there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Hubby has also written a letter for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;smile, thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;packaging..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;slowly rolled down my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6376984913845258244?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6376984913845258244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/coz-life-is-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6376984913845258244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6376984913845258244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/coz-life-is-too-short.html' title='Coz&apos; LIFE is too SHORT'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4070058721478781700</id><published>2007-05-05T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:16:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the WINDOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man  was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and   families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military  service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the  man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where  his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and  color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while  children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite  detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.  Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive  words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see  anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt  ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He   began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that  window - and that thought now controlled his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window  began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man   watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking  stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no  words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he  could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his   first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4070058721478781700?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4070058721478781700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4070058721478781700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4070058721478781700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/window.html' title='the WINDOW'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3443968161414107033</id><published>2007-05-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:16:04.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't we all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post" id="msg_63578"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;Don't we all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come&lt;br /&gt;from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.&lt;br /&gt;Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would&lt;br /&gt;consider a bum.&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no&lt;br /&gt;money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times&lt;br /&gt;that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't&lt;br /&gt;want to be bothered times."&lt;br /&gt;"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't.&lt;br /&gt;He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look&lt;br /&gt;like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"That's a very pretty car," he said.&lt;br /&gt;He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly&lt;br /&gt;blond beard keep more than his face warm.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never&lt;br /&gt;came.&lt;br /&gt;As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if&lt;br /&gt;he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true&lt;br /&gt;to the inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need any help?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.&lt;br /&gt;We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from&lt;br /&gt;those of higher learning and accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected nothing but an&lt;br /&gt;outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't we all?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum&lt;br /&gt;in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge&lt;br /&gt;shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I&lt;br /&gt;needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus&lt;br /&gt;fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those&lt;br /&gt;three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter&lt;br /&gt;how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you&lt;br /&gt;have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or&lt;br /&gt;a place to sleep, you can give help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different&lt;br /&gt;perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from&lt;br /&gt;daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;he was more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and&lt;br /&gt;wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3443968161414107033?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3443968161414107033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-we-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3443968161414107033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3443968161414107033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-we-all.html' title='Don&apos;t we all?'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8366581403013849722</id><published>2007-05-05T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:14:34.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chermed not only a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  “What would life be without teachers?” That is the question I always keep asking myself when I think of my favorite teacher. Sometimes, I imagine how my  life  would be if I had no teachers. I would not be what I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;        I have many teachers that I like. They all teach me nicely and have made me what  I am now and I’m very grateful for them. Yet, above all those teachers, I have one teacher  that is so different from them. I just met her this year and so far she has become my favorite. I call her different because she has the characteristics so unique. She has the qualities that pupils really admire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       Her passion for her craft is beyond compare. She’s so energetic that despite the bulk of  work and days of training she still manage to handle us, be with us and laugh with us.  She is like a friend and  mother  not just to me, but  to all my fellow writers. In our trainings, she gave us time to play and used to tell us jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;        I had just transferred from other school this year. Without hesitation, she talked to me saying she wanted me to join the journalism training. I felt great then. I sensed that she believes in me. When she asked me to write short essay, I was surprised to  hear  from her “Ina, it’s good.“ “You can be a potential writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Want to join the Saturday trainings?” I was so happy that day, that it started the spark of my interest in journalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;       Since then, I always spent time with her. She makes me laugh a lot as she has sense of humor. I’m so comfortable when she is around. I never feel sad, in fact there is really no dull moment with her. She really makes our day (our training day especially) complete for she is not strict but you will be amazed- she disciplines us in her own unique way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        There are many things I and my other fellow writers have learned from her. She taught us how to write,  (I learned how to write feature article, the category she assigned to me for the contest) to believe in ourselves, never think negative when it comes to  contest, and most of  all, she always reminds us to pray- to have our own devotional prayer, which we all believe is the greatest  weapon we could have. Moreover, she teaches us positive values like behaving properly and doing  good in our  work.  Hearing those words from her, I feel very happy and loved that I hope  she will  always be my teacher so that I can always  be  with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;        She is truly an ideal teacher to me and my fellow writers. A teacher who never get  tired - training us, giving  us advises and moral support. One can easily notice her, especially  when we are in a contest…she is one of those teachers who are like mother to all the 14 young writers. She sees to it that each of us has the much needed confidence before we enter the contest room. She lets us feel that we are all ready to fight the big battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;        If  she is important to us, much more, we are important to her. I can really say it, because there was a day, when she told us that  we are her ‘precious jewels.’ I can feel the sincerity of her words, because we feel that we are her children every time we are with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;       When I won in the Regional Contest, I  felt very happy. I know its God’s reward for all the hard works and efforts we exerted. Joining the NSPC means representing the school, the region …and oh!  spending time again with my trainer. I know, she will train me again with all the enthusiasm and energy. I know, more than ever, she will be there always believing in my potential as a writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;     Truly, Chermed is an ideal teacher-trainer  to me- to all of us, who, in our elementary life, had the opportunity to be under her care… yes… she’s not only a teacher – but a  friend, confidant, counselor, mother,  and a mentor… an extraordinary mentor to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8366581403013849722?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8366581403013849722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/chermed-not-only-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8366581403013849722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8366581403013849722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/chermed-not-only-teacher.html' title='Chermed not only a teacher'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-57212693042853418</id><published>2007-05-05T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:14:08.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBODY Deserves this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &gt; &gt; Girl: Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: I really like you. And I... I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; think I'm falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: What do you mean by ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: I don't like you like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: I can't tell you... maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; From then on, the girl kept asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; and he kept answering the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; "I'll tell you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Finally the girl got fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; you don't like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: Do you really wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: It's because you're uglier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; ANYTHING!..What's the point of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; with someone when they're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;pretty?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: But... I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Boy: Just shut up and leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; The boy leaves and the girl sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; alone, crying her heart out. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; cell phone rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; ok? I'll be home from work in a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: Alright Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Mom: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: I love you too, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Mom: Bye Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; The girl heads home and once she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; there, she went straight in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; and looked at herself in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Girl: I'm not pretty enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; She set to work, knowing fully well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; what she was going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; 2 hours later, her Mom came home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; heard the bath water running. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; upstairs to find the hallway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; flooded..so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; she knocked on the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Mom: Honey? Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; She opened the door and was shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; at the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; The bath was overflowing onto the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; floor and the water was tinted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;red. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; over to see what was inside and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; screamed. There, her little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; lying with cuts all over her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; Her Mom backed away and was going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; to call the police when something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; her eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; On the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; mirror said.. am I pretty enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; No one deserves to be told that by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; someone they love. If you find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; messed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; up then tell everyone you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;how you appreciate them in their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; A person's appearance doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; What counts is their heart inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; them and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; their personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; No one wants to be told they're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt; &gt; good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-57212693042853418?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/57212693042853418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/nobody-deserves-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/57212693042853418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/57212693042853418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/nobody-deserves-this.html' title='NOBODY Deserves this...'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-501880012974126196</id><published>2007-05-05T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:12:45.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ANT and the Contact lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens. "Great", she thought. "Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn't there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I think it would do all of us some good to say, "God, I don't know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes, I do  love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He keeps me functioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;each and every day Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. (Phil. 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; This is a simple test. If you love GOD and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things He has done for you, send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;         "You Gave Me A Mountain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-501880012974126196?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/501880012974126196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/ant-and-contact-lens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/501880012974126196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/501880012974126196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/ant-and-contact-lens.html' title='the ANT and the Contact lens'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6108462121997656418</id><published>2007-05-05T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:11:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a  BUTTERFLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked for Strength.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked for Wisdom.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And God gave me Problems to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked for Prosperity.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked for Courage.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And God gave me Danger to overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked for Love.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And God gave me Troubled people to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I asked for Favors.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And God gave me Opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I received nothing I wanted ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I received everything I needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6108462121997656418?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6108462121997656418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6108462121997656418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6108462121997656418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/butterfly.html' title='a  BUTTERFLY'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7423434550296150645</id><published>2007-05-05T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:11:00.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Richness, can you take me with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7423434550296150645?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7423434550296150645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-and-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7423434550296150645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7423434550296150645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-and-time.html' title='Love and Time'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3453200844409633883</id><published>2007-05-05T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:10:24.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFFERENT in many ways but connected (just for my TotalG irl Family)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Different in many ways but connected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Different cities,different names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Different schools, friends, families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But similar in one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They're connected but still hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We develop a strong bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Which we despise to sever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;For that bond is friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That is truely valued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Problems,dillemas, drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You can talk to them openly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ANd trust them with your secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hidden so deep inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;They're like family to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Even if personally I can't see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But I know they are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Hidden by their screen names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3453200844409633883?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3453200844409633883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/different-in-many-ways-but-connected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3453200844409633883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3453200844409633883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/different-in-many-ways-but-connected.html' title='DIFFERENT in many ways but connected (just for my TotalG irl Family)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5473971327467992637</id><published>2007-05-05T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:09:25.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Is It Just a Dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I want to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You've been in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Where everything is as real as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ever since I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You've been in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;With me listening to everything you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I dream of going dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;With you in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Twirl me all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Under the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But may I ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A question so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yet it is simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Do you love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5473971327467992637?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5473971327467992637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5473971327467992637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5473971327467992637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-it.html' title='Is it?!?'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-5945639581763838617</id><published>2007-05-05T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:08:58.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLERCOASTER Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In the dark all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Trying to get rid of the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That you've never known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Confuse, sad and afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Waiting for someone for me to save...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Everyting I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is still not enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You are all that I've wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I know I've don so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But your taking me for granted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I don't know where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Still hoping for your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Coz I still have the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And to me you still have sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And now you're back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wanting to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And not in van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Still startled because your here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And now I know that you'll always be near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-5945639581763838617?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5945639581763838617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/rollercoaster-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5945639581763838617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/5945639581763838617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/rollercoaster-love.html' title='ROLLERCOASTER Love'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-3334132743944331407</id><published>2007-05-05T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:07:26.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did GOD created teachers???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When God created teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He gave us special friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To help us understand His world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And truly comprehend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The beauty and the wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Of everything we see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And become a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With each discovery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When God created teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He gave us special guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To show us ways in which to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So we can all decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How to live and how to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What's right instead of wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To lead us so that we can lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And learn how to be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why God created teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In His wisdom and His grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Was to help us learn to make our world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A better, wiser place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-3334132743944331407?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3334132743944331407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-did-god-created-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3334132743944331407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/3334132743944331407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-did-god-created-teachers.html' title='Why did GOD created teachers???'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7126131322159890459</id><published>2007-05-05T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:06:23.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life still has a meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Life Still Has A Meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If there is a future there is time for mending-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If there is time for praying there is time for healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So if through your window there is a new day breaking-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7126131322159890459?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7126131322159890459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-still-has-meaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7126131322159890459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7126131322159890459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-still-has-meaning.html' title='Life still has a meaning'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-8517517435581551356</id><published>2007-05-05T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:05:56.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Ang Samahan-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-Ang Samahan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: darkorchid;"&gt;Unang pasukan ng kami'y magkita&lt;br /&gt;nagkakwentuhan at nagkakilala&lt;br /&gt;nagpalagayan ng loob sa isa't-isa&lt;br /&gt;hanggang isang araw naging magbabarkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: hotpink;"&gt;Naging matatag na isang samahan&lt;br /&gt;na ang bawat isa'y di alam ang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;sa bawat pagsubok ay nagtutlungan&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ang bawat isa'y makakita ng kalunasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: deeppink;"&gt;Ngunit nangangamba ang magbabarkada&lt;br /&gt;na sa paglipas ng oras ang ngiti mawawala&lt;br /&gt;dahil makakamtan na ang pagtatapos na tinatamasa&lt;br /&gt;at haharap muli sa panibagong simula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: tomato;"&gt;Ngunit kahit magkagayon ang aming kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;nasa puso parin namin ang aming samahan&lt;br /&gt;mga ala-ala na aming dinaanan&lt;br /&gt;na para sa amin ay isang kayamanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-8517517435581551356?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8517517435581551356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/ang-samahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8517517435581551356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/8517517435581551356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/ang-samahan.html' title='-Ang Samahan-'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-4505713118128010446</id><published>2007-05-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:05:32.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I love you?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;not only for what you are&lt;br /&gt;but for what I am&lt;br /&gt;whem I am with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;not only for what&lt;br /&gt;you made of yourself&lt;br /&gt;but for what you are making of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;for ignoring the possibilties&lt;br /&gt;of the fool in me&lt;br /&gt;and for laying firm hold&lt;br /&gt;of the possibilities for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;Why do I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;for closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;to the discord&lt;br /&gt;and for adding to the music in me&lt;br /&gt;by worship listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you,&lt;br /&gt;You are helping to make&lt;br /&gt;the lumber of my life&lt;br /&gt;not a tavern&lt;br /&gt;but a temple&lt;br /&gt;and out of the words&lt;br /&gt;of my every day&lt;br /&gt;not a reproach&lt;br /&gt;but a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;because you have done&lt;br /&gt;more than any creed&lt;br /&gt;to make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have done it,&lt;br /&gt;without a word&lt;br /&gt;without a touch&lt;br /&gt;without a sigh&lt;br /&gt;You have done it&lt;br /&gt;Just by being yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is what &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt; means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-4505713118128010446?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4505713118128010446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4505713118128010446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/4505713118128010446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-i-love-you.html' title='Why do I love you?!?'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-7401497156582619347</id><published>2007-05-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:04:14.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A real Teacher's Impact</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;hope our teachers can find time to reflect once more on their noble mission to touch the hearts and effect changes on the lives of children under their care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little black boy named Teddy Stoddard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkempt and that he constantly needed a bath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And Teddy was unpleasant. It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His first-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His third-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called "Teddy." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" calibri="" serif=""&gt;The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering . . . well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like . . . well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-7401497156582619347?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7401497156582619347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/real-teachers-impact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7401497156582619347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/7401497156582619347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/real-teachers-impact.html' title='A real Teacher&apos;s Impact'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-1681529815142496963</id><published>2007-05-05T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:03:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;" comic="" sans="" ms="" color="" sienna=""&gt;Bring me to life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;" verdana="" serif="" color="" sienna=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;" verdana="" serif="" color="" sienna=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;" verdana="" serif="" color="" sienna=""&gt;how can you see into my eyes like open doors&lt;br /&gt;leading you down into my core&lt;br /&gt;where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold&lt;br /&gt;until you find it there and lead it back home wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;before i come undone&lt;br /&gt;save me from the nothing i've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i know what i'm without&lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave me&lt;br /&gt;breathe into me and make me real&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;before i come undone&lt;br /&gt;save me from the nothing i've become&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this time I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;kept in the dark but you were there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;br /&gt;got to open my eyes to everything&lt;br /&gt;without a thought without a voice without a soul&lt;br /&gt;don't let me die here&lt;br /&gt;there must be something more&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-1681529815142496963?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1681529815142496963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1681529815142496963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/1681529815142496963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-favorite-song.html' title='My favorite song'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6405186114009334182</id><published>2007-05-05T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:01:07.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Felix Anthony Cena (Bio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://potpotch.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rgy5GAoKCnUAAEwBaFo1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.potpotch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rgy5GAoKCnUAAEwBaFo1/jc.jpg?et=wJOqUpThylgydAHBDZ5kTw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 229px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.potpotch.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rgy4-goKCnUAAFGSL3E1/14390190622553m.jpg?et=9VjYiY7Tt8UqxcxfqxoH3g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Straight up and in your face, the fan favorite rapper and WWE Champion John Cena has made quite the notorious reputation for himself in WWE by speaking the truth and backing it up in the ring with his own style of ruckus. Pimping baggy jean shorts and a throwback jersey, Cena will often get amped up signaling the end for his victims by pumping up his kicks leading to him dropping his trademark “you can't see me” catchphrase en route to the FU. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;A street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; brawler by definition, Cena is always up for a fight against anyone who steps to him. Of course, for those who step foot in the ring to lock up with Cena or do battle on the microphone, they best prepare to get burned by this RAW Superstar’s blistering, edgy rap lyrics that often scorch the egos of those who dare challenge the rebellious rapper. Cena refuses to back down from any man who gets in his way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His latest challenger has been WWE’s only Olympic Gold Medalist, Kurt Angle. Angle, with the support of RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff, has done everything he could to soften up the Champ. The two finally met up at Unforgiven in what was perhaps Cena’s toughest test to date. Angle took Cena to the limits and applied his vicious Ankle Lock. Cena refused to quit, however, and eventually escaped the hold. With the referee seemingly incapacitated, Bischoff was trying to give the Championship belt to Angle to use as a weapon. The belt ended up in the Champ’s hands, however, as he blasted Angle across the face. The referee was jus coming-to, however, and saw the illegal act and called for the disqualification. Angle had picked up the win, but Cena was still the Champ. These two appear to be on a collision course to meet up again for the most coveted prize on RAW, but if you ask Cena, he doesn’t care. He’ll simply say, “If you want some, come get some!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perhaps, much of Cena’s success can be attributed to his unparalleled fan support. Maybe no WWE Superstar can relate to the fans quite like John Cena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all, before Cena became a household name in sports-entertainment, before he became an accomplished rapper and before he grabbed the leading role in a major motion picture, he was a WWE fan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cena came to live events, created homemade signs and even collected WWE action figures. All in hope of one day performing in the ring himself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And Cena's dream came through in resounding fashion at WrestleMania 21 when he defeated JBL for the WWE Championship. In the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Staples&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the same arena where he watched so many matches as a fan, Cena won the WWE Championship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A former football star at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Springfield&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Cena was addicted to training and music growing up. After a successful bodybuilding career, he began his wrestling journey not long after he left college. The rest is history.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cena is a multi-time United States Champion and current WWE Champion. He began his first U.S. Championship reign in amazing fashion by defeating Big Show at WrestleMania XX.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In June of 2002, Cena had one of the more memorable debuts in SmackDown history. After Kurt Angle challenged anyone backstage to a match, Cena, a young wrestler looking for a big break, made his way to the ring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Angle would win that match, but Cena took him to the brink, impressing everyone in attendance that night, including the entire SmackDown! roster. In his relatively short time with WWE, Cena has already built up quite a resume.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By April of 2003, Cena was already in his first pay-per-view main event, battling Brock Lesnar for the WWE Championship at Backlash.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He defended his United States Championship in a thrilling best-of-five series with Booker T in the fall of 2004. In the 2005 Royal Rumble, Cena was the last Superstar to be eliminated, as RAW's Batista went on to emerge victorious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At No Way Out, Cena defeated Angle in the final of the No. 1 Contender's Tournament, landing Cena a spot opposite JBL for the WWE Championship at WrestleMania 21.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cena, of course, went on to defeat JBL at WrestleMania 21 as well as defend his new WWE Championship against his nemesis in a brutal I Quit Match at Judgment Day. Cena was on a rool and it looked as though he would be ruling SmackDown! for a long time to come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But WWE fans everywhere were shocked to learn that the WWE Champion was the first Superstar selected in the 2005 Draft Lottery, sending the Dr. of Thuganomics over to RAW. Cena, the fighting champion that he is, told the entire RAW roster, "If you want some, come get some."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Christian and Chris Jericho answered the challenge and the two vied for the WWE Championship against Cena in a Triple Threat Match at Vengeance. Cena once again came out on top as he pinned Christian after an FU.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;General Manager Eric Bischoff, enraged at Cena’s disrespect for his authority, got behind Jericho and did everything he could to try and make Y2J the next WWE Champion. No matter how much he stacked the deck against Cena, though, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jericho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; could not overcome the Dr. of Thuganomics. In fact, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jericho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; even lost a Loser Leaves RAW match, leaving him unemployed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Through all of his success, Cena has never forgotten his roots, which began in the bleachers watching the likes of Hollywood Hogan, Ultimate Warrior, Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He refers to his fans as members of his "Chain Gang." Together, he figures, they can't lose. And so far, the combination of their support and his talent, have made John Cena one of the top Superstars around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6405186114009334182?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6405186114009334182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/john-felix-anthony-cena-bio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6405186114009334182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6405186114009334182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/john-felix-anthony-cena-bio.html' title='John Felix Anthony Cena (Bio)'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-2275112604419689977</id><published>2007-05-05T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:57:39.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avil's Bio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Rjw45oniWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HIf0hTB-A6Y/s1600-h/world.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Rjw45oniWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HIf0hTB-A6Y/s320/world.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060982644064541138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unapologetically original. Unabashedly in your face. Avril Lavigne's 2002 debut Let Go gave young women a defiant voice and set it to music they could rock out to. Fourteen million albums and eight Grammy nominations later, the Canadian chanteuse returns with Under My Skin but if you're expecting a whole lot of the same, you've got another thing coming. This is not a girl who rests on her laurels.&lt;br /&gt;Under My Skin opens with the dramatic tracks "Take Me Away" and "Together," which set the scene for the kick-ass guitars and radio-ready chorus of "Don't Tell Me," a song of willful female empowerment that picks up where "Complicated" left off. From there it's a one-two punch of three-chord guitar licks ("He Wasn't") and head-bopping optimism ("Who Knows") alongside swirling, brooding melodies ("Freak Out") and moody tracks ("Forgotten," "Nobody's Home") that reveal a darker side of Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I grew up so much in the past two years," admits the Napanee, Ontario, native. "I've been through a lot, I've learned a lot, and experienced a lot both good and bad. These songs are about all of that, and each is very personal to me." Working with producers, Butch Walker (of the Marvelous 3), Raine Maida (of Our Lady Peace), Don Gilmore (Linkin Park, Pearl Jam), Avril co-wrote the dozen introspective songs on Under My Skin in near secrecy. "I'd just come off my world tour and got back to Toronto and was writing right away," the 19-year-old says. "I had no idea what I was going to do. No one did. People wondered if I'd run out of things to write about, but it was the opposite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lunch date with fellow Canadian singer-songwriter Chantal Kreviazuk turned into a major chick-bonding session, Avril and Chantal sat down to write. The chemistry was ineffable. "We got together one night and all of a sudden we had a song," she says. "No one knew what I was up to, not my management, not my label." The duo got together the next night and wrote another song. "We did that for two weeks and wrote 12 songs." Momentum took over and by summer Avril was moving into Chantal and her husband Raine Maida's Malibu house to record. "I was only off my tour for a couple of weeks, and I was ready to record," Avril recalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The California air provided a needed escape from Avril's frantic life. "It was a great time for me, living out there, being out of the public eye, and having my independence. And my friendship with Chantal evolved into one of the best I've ever had." Chantal and Avril would spend all night in the studio perfecting the songs. During the day, Avril learned the city by driving to and from the studio and wherever she needed to be. No photos, no interviews, no pressure. Eventually they recorded most of the songs in Raine's studio, and those songs appear unaltered on Under My Skin. The rest of the tracks, co-written with her guitarist Evan Taubenfeld (and one track with former Evanescence guitarist Ben Moody), were cut just up the road. "I was involved in every aspect of making this record. I'm very hands-on," she says. "I knew how I wanted the drums, the guitar tones, and the structures to be. I understand the whole process so much better this time because I've been through it. I'm really picky with my sound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking favorites out of her 12 hand-made babies is another matter. "They all mean so much to me, but I love ‘Together,’ which is all about being in a relationship and knowing it's not right. It's a song that basically says, it's not working out honey." A couple of other tracks mine dysfunctional relationships and have hooks as catchy as those on "Complicated" and real-life narratives (like "Sk8er Boi"), but what truly underscores Avril's growth are the more positive tracks, such as "Who Knows" and "Take Me Away." "I guess that's just the way that I am now," admits the former supposed attitude junkie. Deep, piano-driven tracks like "Together" and "Forgotten" reflect Avril's growth, maturity, and change since the release of Let Go. "I'm happy with what I'm doing and have faith that everything is going to work out for the best." She's also found a feminine side to offset her well-publicized tomboyishness. "I'm such a chick. I'm a hopeless romantic, and surprisingly old-fashioned," Avril laughs. "That's why I wrote a song about not giving it up to just any guy ["Don't Tell Me"]." Girly quirks aside, Avril's anxious to get the show on the road. "It feels so good to be singing new songs," she says. "I feel refreshed and I'm looking forward to the next thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic or melancholic, Avril's two-year wild-ride on the rock-star express has shaped her world view and taught her a whole lot about balance. "The songs on Under My Skin are definitely deeper than those on Let Go," she says, "But I still love a good pop song. I'm basically just a girl who likes to write, who likes to rock out, and who wants music to be a part of my life forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also just a girl with a bell-clear voice and the ability to bottle youthful anguish and enthusiasm into tidy, infectious songs. Avril Lavigne's Under My Skin is sure to get under yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-2275112604419689977?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2275112604419689977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/avils-bio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2275112604419689977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/2275112604419689977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/avils-bio.html' title='Avil&apos;s Bio'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MIQ3EjC8sro/Rjw45oniWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HIf0hTB-A6Y/s72-c/world.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18160845.post-6080102747590221527</id><published>2007-05-05T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:54:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me?!?</title><content type='html'>Hmmpp..&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm a bit naughty person..no not a bit a whole lot!! but I say Count all the time I smile and I should tell you that ,that is how many sorrows and trials I've been going through..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wearing a mask up to NOW!..I'm still hiding the truth to everyone.. and I don't know Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaayyzz.. All I can say is.. THAT"S LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a student I just finished my 1st year Highschool class.. ;) I'm a 13 year old gurl..&lt;br /&gt;A player of volleyball and basketball.. :D&lt;br /&gt;and also a journalist in our school..a writer at the same time the Photojournalist.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;everyone has their own happy endings including ME&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18160845-6080102747590221527?l=emo-emohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6080102747590221527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6080102747590221527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18160845/posts/default/6080102747590221527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-emohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/me.html' title='Me?!?'/><author><name>your Highness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617509418817563457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/fairy_winx/641932lppav9i3gd.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
