<?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-13361416</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:59:53.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flymetothemoon</title><subtitle type='html'>fly me to the moon&lt;br&gt;
and let me play among the stars&lt;br&gt;
let me see what spring is like&lt;br&gt;
on Jupiter and Mars&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;happiness, &lt;/i&gt;is what i am made of right now.. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-3640639601565886087</id><published>2007-07-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:40:55.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 21st! =)</title><content type='html'>i had one of the best birthdays ever yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the wonderful people in my life, for making my 21st extra special.. for making me feel special, thank you sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to HIM, thank you for blessing my life and for giving me another year to share this blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not ask for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo (July 10, 10:20pm) : Happy Birthday ayen! For more fire in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricca (July 10, 11:09pm) : Happy birthday! How are you? regards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinel (July 10, 11:13pm) : Bday alarm - Karen Torcuator 11 july 09274974282.. Hahaha.. Akala mo na wrong sent aq sau ng sarili mong bday alarm noh? Anyway, para maiba lng, happy haffee bday ate ayen.. I wish u a merry merry bday. Haha, sna mging msaya ka and special ang bday mo.. Xempre qng ice2lebr8 mo nman un ksama q na mganda eh sa2ya nman tlaga bday mo, but w8, ders more! Dhl bday mo., mganda (ay mas mganda k skn konti).. pero consummable lng til 11:59 ng july 11, aftr dat.. Pantay na ulit tau.. u know naman kulotin k lng mpagkkmalan n nman taung kambal.. Haha., o xa xa., Dhl halos araw2 n taung mgkasama at mgkksama pa tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biboy (July 10, 11:59pm) : Ei, ate ayen! Happy birthday! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie (July 10, 12:00pm) : Haberdey ayen! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiken (12:05am) : Goodmorning sunshine! =&gt; Happy Birthday! =&gt; hugggsss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyl (12:20am) : Haba birdie ate ayen!!! Nyahaha. Wish u ol d best in lyf, e.g., luvlyf, health, sexiness, work, future plans. May u have ol d luv in ds world. I thank God 4 u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel (12:22am) : Karen, happy bday! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonet (12:24am) : Happy bday mother ayen! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishie (1:08am) : Happy bday ayen! Mwamwah. *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat (2:33am) : Happy birthday ate ayen! i love you! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya (6:49am) : Ayen! Happy birthday *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Ollie and Kishi and my grandma called to greet me..  (7:11am) =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yetlen (7:22am) : Happy birthday ate ayen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vik (7:27am) : happy bday! libre! libre! libre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi (7:28am) : Happy 21st Batch. *graphics* Love You, Love You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budz April (7:33am) : Hapi birthday! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey (7:48am) : Happy Birthday to You. Happy Birthday to You. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to You. *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran (7:54am) : Happy birthday dear. *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja (8:07am) : Every person you "bump with" has a purpose.. so you ask yourself how this person touched your life.. with you?.. i never really asked.. i just smiled.. =) happy b'day, ate ayen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine (8:08am) : girl! Hapi bday, *smiley* love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xtian (8:08am) : Batch! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristian (9:01am) : Happy birthday yenstah! *smiley* i wish na sana dumating na ang "the one" sa buhay mo. *smiley* ahahaha! *smiley* goodluck sa work! At ingat ka palague! *smiley* hehe. Ilang taon ka na nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gianna (9:03am) : happy birthday ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja (9:06am) : Magandang umaga! *smiley* *ehem* Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday... happy birthday to you! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom (10:49am) : Ayen may kilala kang may birthday ngayon? Parang may naaalala ko na may bday ng july 11, di ko lng alam kung cno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAPPY BIRTHDAY AYEN! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna (10:52am) : Karen, happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel (11:02am) : Happy bday karen! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayson (11:20am): Happy birthday karen! Miss u! Godbless. *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian (11:26am) : Happy birthday! i wish you all the happiness in this world for someone like you deserves to be happy. I wish im there with you today. miss you. call you later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome (12:16pm) : Happy birthday ayen! *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noreen (3:02pm) : hi sis! happy happ birthday!!! i wish you all the best in your life.. goodluck sis.. may you have more blessings to come.. i loveyou and im always here for you.. see you soon.. take care always!!! muah! God Bless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol (4:03pm) : ayen! happy birthday dear manghuhula.. ^-^ miss u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via (4:06pm) : Ate ayen! Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin (4:33pm) : Ate Karen, Nkita ko sa aking profile na birthday mo sa July 11th. Kaya ngayon, binabati kita ng hapPi BirtHdaY! May U hav morE bIrThdaYs to ComE! Take CaRe Always and GoD BLeSs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rania called me =) (5:15pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bully Tin (7:03pm) : Ayen, hapi bday! *smiley* musta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth (7:57pm) : Happy birthday ate ayen! *smiley* hope you had a blast *smiley* love you. *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Rommel (9:07pm) : my pinsan ganda, hapi b_day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceazar (10:07pm) : Happy bornday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau called me =) (10:15pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito Dan (10:57pm) : Happy birthday karen! More blessings and good health. Please take in charge of Miko's birthday program and games. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jal (11:01pm) : Before im too late, happy birthday! :-) May God bless you with everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian called.. =) (11:20pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah (11:41pm) : Hapi birthday! Pagpalain k ng Diyos *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin (11:54pm) : Ms. ayen! Hapy bday po *smiley* Many more fun ones 2 come *smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elbert (July 12, 10:38 am) : ui miss karen.. *smiley* belated haberdey! *smiley* *graphics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OJ (July 12, 1:15pm) : Happy birthday Ayen! Enjoy your day and stay gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-3640639601565886087?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3640639601565886087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=3640639601565886087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/3640639601565886087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/3640639601565886087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-21st.html' title='my 21st! =)'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-6760793948095764406</id><published>2007-05-09T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:10:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our last song</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes, make a wish &lt;br /&gt;And blow out the candlelight &lt;br /&gt;For tonight is just your night &lt;br /&gt;We're gonna celebrate, all thru the night &lt;br /&gt;Pour the wine, light the fire &lt;br /&gt;Girl your wish is my command &lt;br /&gt;I submit to your demands &lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything, girl you need only ask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;I'll make love to you &lt;br /&gt;Like you want me to &lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold you tight &lt;br /&gt;Baby all through the night &lt;br /&gt;I'll make love to you &lt;br /&gt;When you want me to &lt;br /&gt;And I will not let go &lt;br /&gt;Till you tell me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl relax, let's go slow &lt;br /&gt;I ain't got nowhere to go &lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna concentrate on you &lt;br /&gt;Girl are you ready, it's gonna be a long night &lt;br /&gt;Throw your clothes on the floor &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take my clothes off too &lt;br /&gt;I made plans to be with you &lt;br /&gt;Girl whatever you ask me you know I'll do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby tonight is your night &lt;br /&gt;And I will do you right &lt;br /&gt;Just make a wish on your night &lt;br /&gt;Anything that you ask &lt;br /&gt;I will give you the love of your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the last song he sang for me.. with me.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-6760793948095764406?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6760793948095764406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=6760793948095764406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/6760793948095764406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/6760793948095764406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-last-song.html' title='our last song'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-3801490017243602434</id><published>2007-05-09T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:08:58.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"ano uno ka na?" Apr 17, '07 7:15 AM</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning, there had never been any future for "us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been merely the recipient of his frustration over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't as if I had never been aware of the true situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never deceived me; afterall he had never made any promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just been two people caught up in an emotional hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hurricanes had casualties, didn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was simply one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what have i done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-3801490017243602434?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3801490017243602434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=3801490017243602434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/3801490017243602434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/3801490017243602434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/05/ano-uno-ka-na-apr-17-07-715-am.html' title='&quot;ano uno ka na?&quot; Apr 17, &apos;07 7:15 AM'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-6803278262443572108</id><published>2007-05-09T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:08:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing this song for me... Mar 25, '07 9:25 AM</title><content type='html'>when i go i will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just promise me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 525, 600 minutes x 2... how i wish i met you sooner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-6803278262443572108?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6803278262443572108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=6803278262443572108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/6803278262443572108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/6803278262443572108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/05/sing-this-song-for-me-mar-25-07-925-am.html' title='sing this song for me... Mar 25, &apos;07 9:25 AM'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-2038545767521875385</id><published>2007-05-09T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:07:31.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rhett butler. Mar 17, '07 11:43 PM</title><content type='html'>It was such a beautiful beginning for a love that would never be fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started innocently enough – as friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked day and night, exchanging witticisms and amusing comments on the ironies of life. You stimulated my interest, and pretty soon, you captured my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I used to laugh at couples who couldn’t get enough of each other, when I suddenly found myself reluctant to say goodnight after spending the whole day with you. I couldn’t sleep, wondering why tomorrow was taking so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never like that for me before… &lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh at the irony of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of a Prince Charming who would sweep me off my feet in a dazzling romance, but there I was – in love with a guy who, for all his eloquence, barely knew how to tell me he loved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t you know? Each time you smiled, you were winning my trust. And every time you held my hand, you were touching my heart. In your arms, I was in danger of falling deeper, yet I knew I couldn’t be more secure. You reached me in a way nobody else has before, and you gave me faith in things I’ve never had the courage to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I held back. What we had was wonderful, and it was so perfect, so absolutely perfect, that I was afraid to believe it could last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not now, perhaps another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-2038545767521875385?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/2038545767521875385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=2038545767521875385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/2038545767521875385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/2038545767521875385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-rhett-butler-mar-17-07-1143-pm.html' title='my rhett butler. Mar 17, &apos;07 11:43 PM'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-2644096593431183496</id><published>2007-05-09T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:06:31.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; (bakit kaya ganito ang title no? hahaha =) ) Mar 15, '07 6:21 AM</title><content type='html'>fallin' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my dear... halos two years na tayong ganito... maiba naman para mas masaya tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a commitment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-2644096593431183496?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/2644096593431183496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=2644096593431183496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/2644096593431183496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/strong&gt;(Torcuator, 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-4461781561558312583?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4461781561558312583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=4461781561558312583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/4461781561558312583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/4461781561558312583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/03/track-oval.html' title='seven pee-em'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-875673148089946219</id><published>2007-02-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:58:33.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A-ll Y-ou E-ver N-eeded is [in]LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* _ _ _ , finally i believe in forever again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, for yesterday.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belated happy valentine's day everyone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-875673148089946219?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/875673148089946219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=875673148089946219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/875673148089946219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/875673148089946219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/02/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='fly me to the moon'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-316666641492176819</id><published>2007-02-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:43:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap around</title><content type='html'>i have deprived myself of something for quite a long period of time for someone whom i thought was.. oh never mind. what is important is that now i have realized my foolishness.. and so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm back in the game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* this is my goodbye to you.. whoever you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-316666641492176819?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-3043098353761390061</id><published>2007-02-10T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:57:34.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look into my eyes =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-3043098353761390061?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3043098353761390061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=3043098353761390061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/3043098353761390061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/3043098353761390061'/><link 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href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/621779682320660903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=621779682320660903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/621779682320660903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/621779682320660903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/02/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116977731630490138</id><published>2007-01-26T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:08:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake hands =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hinde ako makalog-in last week..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're okay na.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love ko na ulet ang aking dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear friend =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodluck later! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116977731630490138?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116977731630490138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116977731630490138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116977731630490138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116977731630490138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2007/01/shake-hands.html' title='shake hands =)'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116896269966746027</id><published>2007-01-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:51:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i wish i momentarily died at 4:00pm yesterday</title><content type='html'>this is the last time i'll ever say anything about what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;this time i will do away with the ambiguity i always incorporate with what i write in here.&lt;br /&gt;this time i will be simply frank and honest about how i really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shed a lot of tears yesterday to the point that my eyes really really hurt. i was even feeling embarassed to show my face to my mother when i came home. i was afraid she'd notice and ask me why my eyes looked so puffy and i was afraid that i would not be able to control my emotions again and burst into yet another stream of tears. she noticed, yes, but she didn't ask. thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why did i cry?&lt;br /&gt;i felt disappointed with someone. i want to make it clear that that someone is not her (yes, i was disappointed with her for not doing her assigned duties for our committee but that was a different kind of disappointment.. it, indeed, made me feel bad but that would not be something i would cry about despite my being a cry-baby). well yes, everything started because of that issue with her and so i guess she's somehow part of the reason but really the tears weren't shed for or because of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt disappointed in a friend. someone whom i thought would have known me by now.. someone i least expected to make me feel this bad.. someone whom I thought understood me.. apparently, i expected too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you had good intentions for telling me what you told me.. but you know what, you could have first asked me about what really happened (like what I expected a friend would do), about why I wasn't feeling friendly with her lately.. you could have also asked me first if i was the one who started the 'talk' about her because honestly speaking, i wasn't the one.. but you did not. when you talked to me, you already had an assumption/conclusion about what happened or what is happening. too bad for me i guess, i could no longer plead my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what hurts more? it was when you made me feel that her feelings are more important than my feelings... that you chose to protect her than protect me.. it all felt like, all of a sudden, i was the bad girl and she was the good girl. and it was so unfair. that was so unfair. you made me feel like i am a member of the organization first more than i am your friend and that was the hardest slap in my face i have ever received in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, maybe you didn't intend to make me feel this bad but that was how it felt... and it hurts more so because of the frustration i felt that you don't seem to realize that i was hurt because of you.. yes, it was because of you, it was because of the words you said and how those words made me feel. and so how i wish that 4:00 pm never existed in our friendship, how i wish.. because now, i feel sort of disenchanted and lost with that friendship.. i don't know how to make things go back to normal.. right now, honestly i don't know if it's possible to go back to the way things used to be.. and that actually hurts me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so unlike me.. as much as possible i choose to suffer in silence because i am afraid that i might utter words which might cause unhealable wounds.. but i guess sometimes i just have to stop caring about other's feelings and think about myself first naman.. i think i should start caring for my feelings naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kept asking me this yesterday.. "naiintindihan mo naman ako ayen di ba?" and i so wanted to ask you this too, "ikaw, naiintindihan mo ba ako?" kasi kung oo, hinde sana nangyari 'to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, dito ko dinaan kasi nung sasabihin ko na kasi sana ang totoo sa'yo kagabi, saka mo naman kailangan nang umalis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this may seem to be so harsh, i guess i'm sorry (?) but this is really how i felt, how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to pretend that i am ok because i really am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116896269966746027?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116896269966746027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116896269966746027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stolen glances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the misty look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sweet subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fleeting touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silent giggles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the language of the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seconds stretched into forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that smile..&lt;br /&gt;that you&lt;br /&gt;and only you can bring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;these feel oh so familiar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;these feel like 12 dreamy months ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i think i'm back with you..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116584663418621626?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116584663418621626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116584663418621626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116584663418621626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116584663418621626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/12/radial-vector.html' title='radial vector'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116505497214146237</id><published>2006-12-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:22:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;start walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;keep on walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nor stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and please, for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;until his &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;just keep on walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;keep on walking until his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out of your life&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*don't look back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there's nothing&lt;/span&gt; to look back at anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116505497214146237?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116505497214146237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116505497214146237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116505497214146237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116505497214146237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-seconds.html' title='12 seconds'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116505236581039217</id><published>2006-12-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T17:39:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shades of gray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tabula rasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;* just when you thought nothing could ever go wrong... everything goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116505236581039217?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116505236581039217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116505236581039217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;is it her? or is it me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;i damn feel so much but i cannot say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i dare not say a word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;and though i'm shouting inside.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;i can't be heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;i dare not be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i dare not let my heart be heard right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116316787111290959?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116316787111290959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116316787111290959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116316787111290959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116316787111290959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/11/bridges.html' title='bridges'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116316683547336506</id><published>2006-11-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:53:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fifth level</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wish this'll be the last time i'll ever wish that you are mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...because finally you are mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116316683547336506?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116316683547336506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116316683547336506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116316683547336506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116316683547336506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/11/fifth-level.html' title='the fifth level'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116108888879148217</id><published>2006-10-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:51:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up.. Never give in.. Never let the ray of light set in.. (o, kinanta mo naman! haha ^_^)</title><content type='html'>lately, i realized that my life's somehow fit for an episode of A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;1. a political science 110 heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a failing mark for my first rrl draft. I got a 3.5 grade (with mam casambre there's such thing as a 3.5). actually, even before she gave out the results, I knew that I might fail in that exercise.. I knew that the paper I submitted was really sort of trash, and there's no one else who deserves the blame but me. I know that I deserved the failing mark.. I knew it was coming what with my being an ultimate cramming queen but though I knew it, I still cried (as usual i guess..) and cried and cried after receiving my paper.. I realized that with my lackluster performance this sem, I might not graduate on time and thoughts of how to tell my family began surfacing in my mind.. I couldn't breathe. It felt like the world was crashing down on me. I couldn't disappoint them, I don't want to.. not now when im almost there.. I blamed myself for being so lazy lately.. for indulging in a superhero syndrome (kaya yan later, ako pa... kaya tulog muna)..&lt;br /&gt;"What's happening with you Karen?" "What's happening with you!" kept on buzzing on my mind.. An inner voice was telling me that I used to write well.. that some years ago, I even qualified for two english categories in the national press conference.. that I used to receive recognition and earn cash because of the words i put together in harmony.. so why the hell then can't I submit a decent paper now? I kept on thinking of different answers though all along deep within me I always knew the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am not fit for polsci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am in the wrong place. Because come to think of it, how could someone whose honest ambition in life is simply to be a loving housewife and a devoted mother could fit in the complex and abstract world of political science. I should have shifted a long time ago but I'm such a coward. I feared change. Nanghinayang ako sa panahon. Foolish of me, yes. I realize that now because I'm obviously suffering the consequences of my cowardice.. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;2. losing my beloved phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-holdap ako last wednesday night on my way home with matching tutok ng cutter. It was partly my fault din naman kasi nagtetext ako sa sasakyan even if I'm aware na tukso ang paglalabas ng phone sa jeep. Traumatic pala ang ma-experience ang ganon. Natulala na lang ako kaya nga nakuha nung mga nang-holdap yung phone ko nang walang hassle.. Hindi ako umiyak, masyado siguro akong shocked. Ang alam ko lang, paulit-ulit kong sinasabi sa sarili ko na wala na kong phone.. wala na kong phone.. Siguro rin hindi pa kagad nag-sink in ang mga ibig sabihin nang wala na kong phone.. at nung nag-sink in, marami akong naramdaman.. 1.) Nahiya ako sa mom ko kasi hindi niya mabibili yung phone na binabalak niyang bilhin kasi kelangan kong magkaron ng phone (in less than 24 hours i got a new phone kaya nakokonsensya ako sobra sa mga kickbacks ko sa mom ko.. sorry ;c) 2.) Na-frustrate ako dahil lagi kong sinasabi na pag naholdap ako, hihingin ko ang sim card ko pero hindi ko nagawa kasi nga natulala na lang ako 3.) Nainis ako kasi wala na ang mga pinagkakaingat-ingatan kong pictures with my friends at 4.) Nalungkot ako kasi hindi ko na muling mababasa pa ang mga messages niya.. ang mga messages na nagpapaalaala ng mga priceless moments sa buhay ko.. sayang. sayang. sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganon pa man, hindi ako nagalit sa mga nang-holdap sa akin.. Mas pinili ko na lang na tignan ang nangyari in a positive light. Inisip ko na lang na siguro mas malaki ang pangangailangan nila sa buhay kaysa sa pangangailangan ko sa phone ko kaya nangyari yun.. It's better to give than to receive nga raw.. Siguro rin it's a wake-up call from Papa Jesus.. sorry po at nakakalimot ako ;c at inisip ko na lang din na things like that are somehow part of growing up.. Siguro nga tumatanda na ko kaya naeexperience ko na ang mga ganong bagay at dapat matuto ako sa mga pangyayari.. Hindi na ko bata kaya dapat matuto na kong protektahan ang sarili kong kaligtasan. And at least may bago na akong phone! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.. kung nag-text kayo sa akin at hindi ako kagad nagreply dalawa lang 'yan... a.) wala akong load at the moment or b.) nasa biyahe ako at wala akong balak maglabas pa ng phone sa public vehicles forever ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;3. five minutes late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 5pm was the deadline for my 172 paper and I missed it by a mere 5 minutes because.. well, I guess I was just really unfortunate.. and lately for me, it's nothing new anymore.. Of all days, kahapon pa dumating ang aking "visitor" kung kelan wala akong ginawang kahit na anong paghahanda.. and so nangyari ang isang nakakahiyang pangyayari kaya hindi ako kaagad na nakarating nang FC.. at kaya ayun nasaraduhan na ko ng department at nakita ko na lang na naglalakad na sa labas ng FC sina ate clare at ate zeny.. haay.. buti na lang sinundo ako ni ran dahil ang balak ko talaga didikit na lang muna ko sa wall ng FC sa third floor at maghihintay hanggang gumabi para wala nang makapansin sa nangyari sa kin (siguro naman nage-gets nio kung ano yung blooper na nangyari di ba? ;D).. at buti may jacket si ran at malaki ang bag ko kaya nasolusyunan ang problema.. at kaya naman nung ni-meet namin si dom eh nahulaan niya ang nangyari sa akin at natawa na lang kami.. in fairness, nag-fruit magic pa kami sa katips ni rania after.. hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;morada baby?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tapos kanina, i found out that CRS assigned me to Sir Morada's 199 class.. which is one of my greatest fears in life.. waah. hindi ako papayag. makukuha ko ang isa sa natitirang tatlong slots sa class ni mam casambre.. pero kung talagang nakatadhanang maging morada baby ako.. eh wala akong magagawa kundi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bayaran si dominic ng 10 000 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para gawin ang research proposal ko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teka teka nakalimutan kong humingi ng discount! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pero feeling ko makukuha ko pa si mam casambre kaya ga-graduate pa rin ako on time! go positive thinking! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;4.) missing someone terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing a friend.. and of all the misfortunes I have been enduring lately, this is the ultimate.. I don't know what I did wrong for us to suddenly drift apart and how I wish we'd just go back in time to those old good happy days of ours. I don't know what'll happen next. All i know is that i miss you.. i terribly miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haay.. ang daming pangyayari..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero sabi nga sa akin.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think of happy thoughts na lang. aayos rin ang lahat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at tsaka masaya naman kami ngayon. hehe ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116108888879148217?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116108888879148217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116108888879148217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116108888879148217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116108888879148217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/10/never-give-up-never-give-in-never-let.html' title='Never give up.. Never give in.. Never let the ray of light set in.. (o, kinanta mo naman! haha ^_^)'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-116021770081843377</id><published>2006-10-07T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:41:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomato kick frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wake me up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before i let myself fall into a long and deep slumber..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wake up in a different reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*one which does not include you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-116021770081843377?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/116021770081843377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=116021770081843377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116021770081843377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/116021770081843377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomato-kick-frustration.html' title='tomato kick frustration'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115979835687762256</id><published>2006-10-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:12:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinikilig ako [walang meaning ;D]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*note: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the wapak-ayen love story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kung hindi mo kilala kung sino si wapak.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodluck na lang sa pagbabasa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sana may mapulot ka. ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: 'Wag kang matakot na matulog mag-isa.. kasama mo naman ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Ewan ko, hindi ko alam. Pwede bang 'wag na lang nating pag-usapan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Hindi kita mapipilit kung ayaw mo... 'wag mo akong isipin.. bahala na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Gusto kong magpaliwanag sa'yo, ngunit 'di kinakausap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Hinahanap-hanap kita Manila, ang himig mong kaysarap sa tenga, mga jeepney mong nagliliparan, mga babae mong naggagandahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Hahayaan na lang silang magkandarapa na 'manligaw' sa'yo.. Idadaan na lang kita sa awitin kong ito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Pakisabi na lang na mahal ko siya, 'di na baleng may mahal siyang iba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Dati mong pag-ibig.. wala akong pakialam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Nandirito kami ang barkada mong tunay aawit sa'yo, sa lungkot at ligaya, sarap at ginhawa.. kami'y kasama mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: O giliw ko, miss na miss kita.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Andyan ka na naman, tinutukso-tukso ang aking puso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: 'Di kita pipilitin.. sundin mo pa ang iyong damdamin.. hahayaan tumibok ang puso mo.. para sa akin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: 'Wag na lang kaya.. tut-tut-tut-tut-tut.. 'Wag na lang kaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Torete.. Torete.. Torete sa'yo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Sorry na kung nagalit ka.. 'di naman sinasadya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Hindi ka ba napapagod o 'di kaya'y nagsasawa sa ating mga tampuhang walang hanggang katapusan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Isang ngiti mo lang at ako'y magbabalik sa'yo.. nang walang kalaban-laban..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Salamat, at tayo'y nagkasamang muli..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;main actor: Pasulyap-sulyap lang kunyari.. patingin-tingin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;main actress: Itanong mo sa akin, kung sinong aking mahal.. Itanong mo sa akin, sagot ko'y 'di magtatagal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115979835687762256?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115979835687762256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115979835687762256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115979835687762256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115979835687762256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/10/kinikilig-ako-walang-meaning-d.html' title='kinikilig ako [walang meaning ;D]'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115923616785024138</id><published>2006-09-26T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:53:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a glass of orange juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kagabi, kausap ko si rania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang ambiguous daw ng last post ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;napa-isip pa raw siya kung para kanino yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and knowing you.. malamang daw 'pag mabasa mo (yun ay kung binabasa mo ang blog ko), &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hindi mo ia-assume na ikaw, magdo-doubt ka kung para sa'yo nga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isa pa, baka raw nirere-enforce ko lang lalo na may iba pa akong gusto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fyi, ikaw lang talaga ang gusto ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so pano ba magiging maliwanag ang lahat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm, sa simula pa lang naman malabo tayong dalawa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin maliwanag kung ano na nga (o kung meron ba in the first place) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nakakalito. minsan mababaliw na ata ako sa kakaisip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero bakit ba ko magpapakabaliw sa kakaisip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh ako ba iniisip mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pwede kayang liwanagin na lang natin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero pa'no naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh sa pagkakaalam ko.. pareho tayong duwag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;divine intervention? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos kanina may pinasyalan ako sa cyberspace... tingin-tingin. basa-basa. (kahit na dapat inuuna ko ang rrl ko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos napansin ko lang bigla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi ka pa pala nagsusulat ng kahit ano tungkol sa akin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero si ano naikwento mo na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero si ano rin naikwento mo na rin sa kanila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro hindi ka pa sigurado kung anong nararamdaman mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro kasi iba ako sa kanila, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ibang-iba di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya ngayon, naisip ko na hanggat hindi ka nagsusulat tungkol sa akin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi na muna ako maniniwala na there's something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung umabot sa panahong magkahiwa-hiwalay na tayo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala akong magagawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro gano'n talaga plinano ang mga bagay-bagay sa buhay ko (ang lungkot naman 'ata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanggang dun lang siguro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* bakit 'pag mahal mo ang isang tao, mas lalong mahirap sabihin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115923616785024138?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115923616785024138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115923616785024138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115923616785024138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115923616785024138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/09/glass-of-orange-juice.html' title='a glass of orange juice'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115841300629287092</id><published>2006-09-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:23:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you wish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kagabi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;na-realize kong mahal na nga kita.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi na lang ako basta in-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*pasalamat ka kay carol, dahil yun sa kanya kaya na-realize ko 'to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115841300629287092?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115841300629287092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115841300629287092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115841300629287092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115841300629287092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-you-wish.html' title='don&apos;t you wish?'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115788699141173977</id><published>2006-09-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:16:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if two people are really meant for each other, it does not mean that they are meant for each other now.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115788699141173977?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115788699141173977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115788699141173977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115788699141173977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115788699141173977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/09/creek.html' title='creek'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115669004692919629</id><published>2006-08-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:47:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pwede bang tumawa na lang ng tumawa?</title><content type='html'>bakit ba tuwing umiinit ang ulo mo, sa 'kin ka gumaganti?&lt;br /&gt;parang sa 'kin ka nagagalit kahit wala naman talaga akong ginawang mali...&lt;br /&gt;minsan nga kahit wala naman akong kinalaman sa nangyari, wala, ako pa rin ang tumatanggap ng inis o galit mo..&lt;br /&gt;nakakatawa na lang isipin na posible pa lang mag-away ang dalawang tao nang wala namang exchange of words sa simula pa lang ng away.&lt;br /&gt;nakakatawa na lang din isipin na posible kayong magbati nang walang usap... o kaya naman sa pamamagitan ng isang tanong..&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na lang tumawa. nasasanay na kasi akong tawanan na lang ang lahat pagdating sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;gano'n na lang ba tayo palagi?&lt;br /&gt;alam mo bang, nakakapagod nang intindihin ka.&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo kasi 'ata lagi na lang kitang iintindihan..&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo kasi 'ata 'pag lumamig na ang ulo mo, iisipin ko na lang na walang nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo kasi 'ata maghintay ako kahit gaano katagal sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod ka nang intindihin.&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod ka nang hintayin.&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod ka rin palang mahalin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115669004692919629?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115668751728720947</id><published>2006-08-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:32:50.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spilt milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i spilled milk months ago and im &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;still crying over it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i know it's pointless but i can't help it especially &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;when i so longed for that glass of milk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;if only i could get hold of a time stopper...i would ecstatically hurry back to that day when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;i didn't mean to spill that precious glass of milk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and i would be more careful, i would be more thankful for that glass of milk...then maybe i wouldn't spill that milk...i would now be happy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;we would now be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and there'll be no more crying over a glass of spilt milk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* i guess i never said sorry that much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   so this is my sorry to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115668751728720947?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115668751728720947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115668751728720947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115668751728720947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115668751728720947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/spilt-milk.html' title='spilt milk'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115668701631666899</id><published>2006-08-27T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:56:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clipped wings</title><content type='html'>if only i could hide 'til im nowhere found...&lt;br /&gt;i would forever lay behind the tallest terrains,&lt;br /&gt;dive under the deepest blues..&lt;br /&gt;soar high up in the comforts of the heavens above us.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could finally escape from feelings made of forever&lt;br /&gt;if only i could fly away from you&lt;br /&gt;i would...i would...&lt;br /&gt;but see, i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;God, i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;my wings are still clipped,&lt;br /&gt;still im here waiting, hoping...&lt;br /&gt;clinging to that gold-dusted dream,&lt;br /&gt;yes, that forever dream...&lt;br /&gt;the forever dream that is..&lt;br /&gt;that is...YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115668701631666899?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115668701631666899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115668701631666899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115668701631666899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115668701631666899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/clipped-wings.html' title='clipped wings'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115668643009270088</id><published>2006-08-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:47:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="10" bordercolor="#0066FF" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="160"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="images/profiles.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060827093902-144697" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take My Quiz&lt;br /&gt;- on -&lt;br /&gt;QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115668643009270088?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115668643009270088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115668643009270088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115668643009270088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115668643009270088'/><link rel='alternate' 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kung papano 'yung game...&lt;br /&gt;daan na lang kayo sa tambayan then ask us personally... haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;promise, it's a fun fun game! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of the unforgettable lines during the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bengy ng balus meal" - moi&lt;br /&gt;"mc chicken nuggets meal (high pitched sa pag-pronounce ng meal)" - bully!&lt;br /&gt;"bakit ngayon ka lang, my polar bear?" - me ;D&lt;br /&gt;"ikaw ang ms. universe ng buhay ko, true friend!" - carol&lt;br /&gt;"mahal kita maging sino ka man, mahal!" - jayson&lt;br /&gt;"langit ka, lupa ako, impiyerno sila, hon!" - moi&lt;br /&gt;"kahit igapos mo ang katawan ko, hindi mo maigagapos ang puso ko Benicio!" - jayson&lt;br /&gt;"i was never your partner,  i am just your wife kaya hindi mo ko nirerespeto Christopher!" - me ;D&lt;br /&gt;"mahal mo ba ko dahil kailangan mo ko? o kailangan mo ko kaya mahal mo ko?" - dom&lt;br /&gt;"oh yes, kaibigan mo lang ako, and im so stupid for falling inlove with my own bestfriend!" - moi&lt;br /&gt;"habang maikli ang kumot, matutong mamaluktot" - az&lt;br /&gt;"ang lumalakad ng matulin, kung matinik ay malalim" - tonet&lt;br /&gt;"ang hindi marunong lumingon sa pinanggalingan, hindi makakarating sa paroroonan" - dom&lt;br /&gt;"sa hinaba-haba ng prusisyon, sa simbahan din ang tuloy" - me ;D&lt;br /&gt;"pitumpu't pitong puting tupa" - tonet&lt;br /&gt;"she shells sea shells by the seashore" -az&lt;br /&gt;"minikaniko ni moniko ang makina ng minika ni monika" - moi&lt;br /&gt;"peter piper picked a peck of pickled pepper" - me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay... up until now im still hyper because of that fantastic game&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng kalaro! salamat! bukas ulet =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115642682696371368?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115642382315246999</id><published>2006-08-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:50:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>told you... gaya-gaya syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115642382315246999?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115642382315246999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115642382315246999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115642382315246999'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115642333193761787?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115642333193761787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115642333193761787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115642333193761787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115642333193761787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/gaya-gaya-syndrome.html' title='gaya-gaya syndrome'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115607722874424980</id><published>2006-08-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:33:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project design</title><content type='html'>i watched rockestra 2 last night with rania, carol, bully, ace (bully's brother 'tas dumating si kuya gino though 'di na siya nanood kasi patapos na nung dumating siya) sa folk arts... nakakatuwa ang experience. astig pala pagsamahin ang isang banda at isang orchestra (ayan kasi dom, hinde ka sumama! hmmp).. sana nga lang mas malapit kami sa stage... siguro next year, 'pag may mga work na kami mas maa-afford na namin... well, hopefully by next year may work na nga ako. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang aliw nang araw na 'yun! tsaka dapat talaga maging aliw ang araw na 'yun after taking two exams in two major subjects... (haay...naalala ko lang ang sakit sa loob na magmemorize nang article 8 section 5 nang consti tapos hinde naman pala lalabas sa exam...haha. umabsent pa tuloy ako sa 110 ko para dun, dapat pala hinde na lang..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa pang dahilan kung bakit aliw? eh kasi... (yikee! kinikilig ako..haha.) i, unexpectedly saw my one and only crush sa mundo ng mga band-ista!! nakita ko si kean ng calla lily at sa gulat ko medyo na-freeze ako... at siya naman pagkakita niya sa 'kin ay nagulat din.. siguro naisip niya.. nagkita na naman kami nang babaeng 'to... eh kasi naman ewan ko ba, lagi ko na lang siyang nakikita nang biglaan pagkatapos ko siyang makita nung may mini-concert for the rookie camp ang FOPC sa sunken garden... niloloko nga ako nina carol na baka soul mate ko raw.. hahaha. sana nga ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third dahilan kung bakit aliw ang araw na 'yon eh siyempre kasi nag-sleepover na naman ako kina rania! (carol kasi, nagbago isip...next time hnde na pwede ang pass) ;D siyempre, chikka marathon yun! at food marathon din! haha. ;D ewan ko ba, kahit lagi rin naman kami magkasama sa school, hindi pa rin kami nauubusan nang pag-uusapan.. siguro ganun talaga 'pag true friends.. kaya ayun 5:30 am na kami natulog... kaya naman mga past 5pm na rin ako nakaalis ng bahay nila.. sa totoo lang, thankful talaga ako kay Lord for giving me rania.. ewan ko ba kung anong ginawa kong mabuti to deserve someone like her.. salamat, salamat, salamat..&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sana hindi ka na nga ever matuto magtampo.. ipaubaya mo na sa akin 'yun. haha. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115607722874424980?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115607722874424980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115607722874424980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115607722874424980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115607722874424980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/project-design.html' title='project design'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115607554104414028</id><published>2006-08-20T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:49:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling from Dimension Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;i read a book.. and i fell in love with the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;it was about such a grand love affair which unfortunately did not end with a happily ever after sort of ending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;i must admit, i was crying while i was reading.. nakakadala kasi talaga yung story ni Francesca at ni Robert Kincaid.. o siguro nga iyaking bata lang talaga ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;anyway, feeling ko kasi after reading their tragic love story, i have this responsibility na i-encourage din ang ibang tao na malaman ang love story nila kasi nakakahinayang kung mamamatay lang sa limot ang istorya nilang dalawa... kaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;basahin ninyo ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Bridges of Madison County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;surely, mai-inspire kayo na ma-inlove for real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Robert Kincaid to Francesca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;"I have something to say, one thing only. I'll say it once and I'll never say it to anyone else: In this universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once and never again no matter how many lifetimes you live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Richard to Francesca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;"Francesca, I knew you had your own dreams too. I'm sorry I couldn't give them to you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115607554104414028?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115607554104414028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115607554104414028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115607554104414028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115607554104414028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/falling-from-dimension-z.html' title='Falling from Dimension Z'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115564600616169844</id><published>2006-08-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:46:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read between the lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;siguro nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinungaling ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;siguro nga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kasi sabi ko kakalimutan na kita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero 'di ko naman magawa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;siguro nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ikaw pa rin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;siguro nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mahal kita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mahal pa rin kita...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;siguro nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115564600616169844?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115564600616169844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115564600616169844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564600616169844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564600616169844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/read-between-lines.html' title='read between the lines'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115564536062157201</id><published>2006-08-15T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:36:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-da!!!</title><content type='html'>every week, nae-experience ko ang last song syndrome (LSS)...&lt;br /&gt;haay, sana lang kasi ni-bless ako ni Lord ng talent in singing...&lt;br /&gt;willing ako ipagpalit ang hula powers ko para dun... hehe ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I love you by Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and everytime i'm close to you&lt;br /&gt;there's too much i can't say&lt;br /&gt;and you just walk away...&lt;br /&gt;and i...forgot&lt;br /&gt;to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;and...the night's too long.&lt;br /&gt;and cold here without you...&lt;br /&gt;oh..i grieve in my condition..&lt;br /&gt;for i cannot find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;i need you so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  *'di ko lam ang title pero kanta siya ng VST na ni-revive ng brownman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itanong mo sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;kung sino ang aking mahal...&lt;br /&gt;itanong mo sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;sagot ko'y 'di magtatagal...&lt;br /&gt;ikaw lang ang aking mahal..&lt;br /&gt;ang pag-ibig mo'y aking kailangan.&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig na walang hangganan&lt;br /&gt;ang siyang tunay na nararamdaman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) But if I let you go (yata) ng Westlife&lt;br /&gt;      *ito ay dahil kinanta ng isang aplikante namin sa org during their shining moment activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i let you go&lt;br /&gt;i will never know&lt;br /&gt;what my life would be&lt;br /&gt;holding you close to me&lt;br /&gt;will i ever see&lt;br /&gt;you smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;how will i know&lt;br /&gt;if i let you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) at ang latest... ta-da!!! Para sa akin by Sitti Navarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'di kita pipilitin...&lt;br /&gt;sundin mo pa ang iyong damdamin&lt;br /&gt;hahayaan na lang tumibok ang puso mo&lt;br /&gt;para sa akin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115564536062157201?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115564536062157201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115564536062157201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564536062157201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564536062157201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/ta-da.html' title='ta-da!!!'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115564475185021974</id><published>2006-08-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:25:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past, present or future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be such a hypocrite if I'd deny that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to live in the past all over again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I want that more than ever but I can't afford to dwell in the past. I wanna make life go on but then I can't help but cast one last glance in your direction&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time you say goodbye and start to walk away to an existence entirely separate from my own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I keep my eyes on you until the last hair on your head is out of my sight, trying to preserve every detail of your appearance in my memory until the time I will see you again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115564475185021974?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115564475185021974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115564475185021974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564475185021974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564475185021974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/past-present-or-future.html' title='past, present or future?'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115564420462173043</id><published>2006-08-15T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:16:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>this is a long overdue post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. ayoko lang makalimutan ang mga lines na 'to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Sssh... ***, don't wish that. i don't think you wanna exit life with the word quitter imprinted on your forehead, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "...tuesday ngayon, gagana ang magic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "ta-da! candy confetti for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "*****, ang seksi mo! Balakang pa lang ulam na..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "It's okay to be confused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "No, I don't think you should be confused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Political Science professors in other universities took their masterals here in UP. Oh, i don't know what that means..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "... a failing grade, a heartbreak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yellow: Eh three weeks lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;     Green: Kahit na, aalis ka pa rin... mawawala ka pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Time check! Time check!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "'Pag lang 'yang si *****, 'di nag-chicken joy... ay naku talaga lagot 'yan sa 'kin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Eh ano naman kung ma-adik ka sa kanya, eh kaadik-adik naman siya..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115564420462173043?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115564420462173043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115564420462173043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564420462173043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115564420462173043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/08/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115270130714145092</id><published>2006-07-12T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:48:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of plastic cups and three months story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ate kai is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i don't need a boyfriend to make me feel special. real friends can do that for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;real friends, yeah real friends and there are just few of them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few enough that i can easily name and count them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i am tired of being taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i am tired of being just the option of other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's time that i think about myself first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;people can't just come and go into my life as they please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you go, you go... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's just no more turning back...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ate kai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*carol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*buddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... i don't know what was it that i did to deserve you guys... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want you to know that you never fail to make me feel special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you so much for coming and staying in my life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*at sa surprise birthday party! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'd be lost without you guys. hehe ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115270130714145092?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115270130714145092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115270130714145092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115270130714145092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115270130714145092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-plastic-cups-and-three-months-story.html' title='of plastic cups and three months story'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115269954718593462</id><published>2006-07-12T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:19:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut butter sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ***this should have been published last monday but unfortunately just when I was about to click the publish post button, they told me (people in the comp lab that is) that the internet connection was down...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel I ought to write something for this is my last day of being a teen-y bopper (technically that is for I know there'll always be a child in me ;p). I've been in a lot of things (some were good, some were not so good *wink*) lately and I decided to share some of my thoughts for I just dont quite trust my often forgetful memory to remember all these precious moments eternally. So here I go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;#1: AYEN + TORKY = KAREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    It's not that I hate being called torky, it's just that every time someone calls me that I can't help but feel uneasy for I feel like I am still an applicant in the org. I only let myself be called that because really I didn't have the choice to say no that time and I don't remember anyone ever asking before if it was okay to call me like that because had someone did, I would have blurted out that I prefer and would appreciate if you will opt to call me ayen or karen. Torky is just roughly 30% of me, it's just the fortune-teller-happy-go-lucky side of me only. And if you're contented with that then, you hardly know me. Not that I impose you to know me deeper but I appreciate those who exerted and are exerting their efforts to know the real me (you know who you are ;D), the whole of me and not just the perky torky or the sweetie ayen. The sum of the parts is not the same as the whole ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;#2: FREE TO MINGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    After three consecutive years of being involved in a different romantic relationship every year (and it's not something I am proud of po), once in a while it somehow feels lonesome for me to realize that I've been single for more than a year already. I'll be such a hypocrite if i won't admit that i miss being the center of one's world, of having someone take care of me, of having someone to take care of (officially) and hearing someone tell me that I rock his world (though some of them turned out to be jerks! *wink*). However, being single taught me a lot....&lt;br /&gt;    1. I realized that I must love myself first.    2. I should and can be happy on my own. Being emotionally dependent only puts me into       great risks.    3. Being alone doesn't always mean being lonely.    4. Dwelling in the past won't get me nowhere. Life is meant to be lived.    5. Life goes on...and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;    Don't get me wrong though, it was not that I had a zero love life the past year, it was just that none reached the part of being official (sad somehow :c) so technically I was single. I must admit I would love to have someone special now (like as in right now beside me in this cold computer lab) but if it's not yet time, I am willing to wait. I know it'll be worth the wait anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3: DOCTOR! DOCTOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thanks a lot to my previous groupmate in a class last summer, a lot now knows I was an INTARMED qualifier (something I would have preferred to remain hushed and kept within my inner circle) but since it's already out, I might as well talk about it and clarify some things. Those who learned about it were I think surprised because I don't look it. hehe ;D. And yes, I do agree with some of you that it was kinda foolish not to pursue it when it was being readily offered to me. It was just that during that time I didn't know what I wanted in life and I thought I still have time to think about it much later. I thought I wanted to be a lawyer (the typical dream of political science freshies) more than becoming a doctor, I really thought so before. Now, I guess it's late to change mind so I think it would be best to just make the best out of what I have right now. And though there's some regret for passing an opportunity like that, I am having an amazing time here anyway in Diliman plus had I pursued it, I wouldn't have met the wonderful people I now have in life.    Well since I'm talking of acads...i'll fill you up more about my acad life (what?!). It's amazing how fast time flies. I'm already in my senior year (and my last hopefully) and it's just like yesterday when I was still a naive freshie and a Kalai resident. UP rocks! I would forever cherish my UP life because it is really here where I learned not only intellectually but also picked up things I know would help me along the stretch. And since this is my last year, I would like to clean up my act and make the best out of my remaining days. Never mind that I won't graduate with a laude (thanks to math 17! if only I hadn't dropped), it would have been just a lovely bonus. UP is a torture, a very sweet torture that is. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#4: 'KADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    I had a blast with my 'kada since grade school two weeks ago. It was really fun hopping around UP, ChocKiss and Eastwood and being the sole rose of three guys (Noreen and Yayan, we miss you so badly! :c) We splurged quite a lot (don't ask how much... every peso was spent well it's worth anyway ;D). It was just so great to be with people you care and genuinely care for you too. And of course, there's such a high when female species eye me with envy because I am with three good-looking (and smart! they're maroons as well ;p) gentlemen! That was really really fun! Big time thanks to you bros! And sorry if i sometimes I fail to spend time with you. I'll make up for it promise. Noreen, lagi ka nang busy. grRr! miss you grabe. Yayan, our new mom! Congrats! Hope to see the baby soon. Kiss her for me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;#5: DEBUTANTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    This one's a confession. I envy those who got to celebrate their 18 years of existence with a debut (yes, i am aware that it isn't practical). I would have liked to have one when I turned 18 for that was something I dreamed of since I was little but unfortunately it didn't materialize to reality. I am not mad with my family because I very well understood the reasons why my debut wasn't pushed through. We experienced such a big problem in the family and it would be so selfish of me if I hadn't given way. Anyway, I still can't help but wish that it happened. So, I really promised myself a big party when I turn 36. hehe ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6: TEAZZ ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Up to this time, I still can't quite believe that it really happened to me. I can't quite believe that I really got hugged, kissed, brought up on stage and danced with Raymond Marasigan of Sandwich last friday mid-morning during the concert for freshies at the Bahay ng Alumni. It was funny for while it was happening, I didn't knew it was him and was clueless of the song he was singing ( I thank my lucky stars that he didn't asked me to sing ;p, he only asked me to dance ;p) because I am really not so into bands. I am not so sure if I looked okay while I was on stage but what the heck, a lot would have given anything just to change place with me that night. I'll forever treasure that grand experience, something I would love to pass on to my grand and great-grandchildren. It was really such a lovely advanced birthday gift! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7: DANGGIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    I know you know and you know I know. But you never told me why it suddenly ended. I guess let's just leave it like that. I think it's for the better. I am contented in knowing that once upon a time I was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8: WAPAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;You're not worth the pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*this is not what's supposed to be written here if this was published last monday but something happened that changed everything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To all my love ones, maraming salamat sa pagbibigay kulay sa bawat araw ng buhay ko. Cheers to more wonderful years with all of you! ;D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! that's quite a piece... 'till next time folks! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115269954718593462?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115269954718593462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115269954718593462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115269954718593462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115269954718593462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/07/peanut-butter-sandwich.html' title='peanut butter sandwich'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-115037614869391290</id><published>2006-06-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:55:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no!</title><content type='html'>waah... what happened to my blog? ;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-115037614869391290?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/115037614869391290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=115037614869391290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115037614869391290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/115037614869391290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/06/no.html' title='no!'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114950175437791296</id><published>2006-06-05T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:02:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after one year, remind me to fall in love with you again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm turning back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;call this cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;call this insanity.&lt;br /&gt;call this foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i'm turning back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry, i can't risk something that's great and lasting&lt;br /&gt;with something that's highly unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*after one year, remind me to fall in love with you again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114950175437791296?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114950175437791296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114950175437791296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950175437791296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950175437791296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-one-year-remind-me-to-fall-in.html' title='after one year, remind me to fall in love with you again'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114950139982966986</id><published>2006-06-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:56:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and night after night</title><content type='html'>day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling tired and lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's him and him only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something in his eyes makes my hope start to rise...&lt;br /&gt;but he's part of the world that doesn't include me.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever include me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never win...&lt;br /&gt;and this is how it' always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ON THE OUSTIDE, LOOKING IN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*from ate kai ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114950139982966986?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114950139982966986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114950139982966986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950139982966986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950139982966986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-night-after-night.html' title='and night after night'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114950129780735200</id><published>2006-06-05T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:54:57.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me be the calm you seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but everytime i'm close to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there's too much i can't say&lt;br /&gt;and you just walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and oh, i forgot... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to tell you i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and the night's too long&lt;br /&gt;and cold here without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i grieve in my condition for i cannot find the words to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i need you so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114950129780735200?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114950129780735200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114950129780735200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950129780735200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950129780735200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-me-be-calm-you-seek.html' title='let me be the calm you seek'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114950110468565002</id><published>2006-06-05T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:52:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afraid to love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm so tired but i can't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing on something much too deep...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how we feel so much&lt;br /&gt;but we cannot say a word...&lt;br /&gt;though we are screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;we can't be heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let your life pass you by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weep not for memories.&lt;br /&gt;weep not for memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114950110468565002?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114950110468565002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114950110468565002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950110468565002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114950110468565002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/06/afraid-to-love-you.html' title='afraid to love you'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114821283542625299</id><published>2006-05-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:00:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thugsh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i am inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my life is much much sweeter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;never felt like this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;never smiled and laughed this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never been this happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i thank whoever or whatever is responsible for bringing you into my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;for giving me a happier life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i thank everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i thank everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*never been this happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114821283542625299?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114821283542625299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114821283542625299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114821283542625299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114821283542625299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/05/thugsh.html' title='thugsh!'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114731651984791383</id><published>2006-05-11T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:01:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wapapak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;this is not your ordinary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;no, ordinary love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i was not prepared enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to fall so deep in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;make me smile.make me smile.make me smile forever..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114731651984791383?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114731651984791383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114731651984791383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114731651984791383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114731651984791383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/05/wapapak.html' title='wapapak!'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114691017450287839</id><published>2006-05-06T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:09:34.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wapak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as long as i am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hope it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whatever it is that we have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;whatever it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;whatever it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114691017450287839?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114691017450287839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114691017450287839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114691017450287839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114691017450287839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/05/wapak.html' title='wapak!'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114215001313721039</id><published>2006-03-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:53:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pseudo supply function</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha... i think i flunked my econ exam... so i really have to take the finals... oh well... no one else to blame but me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday dom! haha... (nag-treat si dom sa wok dis way  as promised for being the apsmer who clinched the highest score in  the 1st econ exam)... yahoo! ; P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;has anyone tried sipping iced tea with hot sauce? dom and I did hours ago. and definitely we won't try it again, unless we'll be offered cash in return. haha ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder who's gonna treat us after the final exam? i'm 100% sure it wouldn't be me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ran, woke up at 9am (our exam supposedly should have started by 9am)... she came by 9:30... i really wonder how she managed to come to UP in 30 minutes from Taguig... miracles do happen, i told you! ; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had my hair cut about 30 minutes ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the reason why i changed my hairstyle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh well, something ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for more details, ask me in person. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*** 'i remember --but I'd rather forget...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114215001313721039?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114215001313721039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114215001313721039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114215001313721039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114215001313721039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/03/pseudo-supply-function.html' title='pseudo supply function'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114214921664589301</id><published>2006-03-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:40:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:45 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;they really do happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*i unbelievably recieved a passing mark for my essay. thank you Lord. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114214921664589301?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114214921664589301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114214921664589301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114214921664589301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114214921664589301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/03/345-am.html' title='3:45 am'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114008839477961887</id><published>2006-02-16T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:13:14.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ashley Wilkes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gone With the Wind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Scarlett, I was never one to patiently pick up the broken pieces as if the mended whole is as good as new. I'd rather remember it as it was, at its best, than see the broken places as long as I live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Rhett Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gone With the Wind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"You will come back just like you came back before. But you won't find me waiting. You have to come find me wherever I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Scarlett O'Hara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gone With the Wind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114008839477961887?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114008839477961887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114008839477961887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114008839477961887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114008839477961887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/02/scarlett.html' title='Scarlett'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-114008750639119426</id><published>2006-02-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:04:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you treat me as if i don't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're so cold, as cold as ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;how dare you make me feel this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what's happening to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i should not have let you in to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;stupid me, i thought what we have (had) is (was)  something special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you could have talked to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway, don't bother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;just please get out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;because from this day on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you no longer exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-114008750639119426?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/114008750639119426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=114008750639119426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114008750639119426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/114008750639119426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/02/bluish.html' title='bluish'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-113956780003077700</id><published>2006-02-10T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:36:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>india</title><content type='html'>i fucked up with my essay... damn, i am so disappointed with myself... and this is not just a little mess for that damn essay is worth 20% of my future grade in my sole major subject this semester... i guess i really now have to consider the option of dropping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so disappointed and i have no one else to blame but myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever i would get a passing grade for that essay, i would truly believe in miracles forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;console me, my friends...i need it so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, my "mortal enemy" won't be able to do that now since she's off to Sagada at this very moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***yngat ran! enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i feel so low... ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-113956780003077700?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/113956780003077700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=113956780003077700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113956780003077700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113956780003077700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/02/india.html' title='india'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-113697236236409322</id><published>2006-01-11T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:39:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-113697236236409322?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/113697236236409322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=113697236236409322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113697236236409322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113697236236409322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-love-element-is-metalin-love-you_11.html' title=''/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-113697220347080086</id><published>2006-01-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:38:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna know what love is... ; P</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-113697220347080086?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/113697220347080086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=113697220347080086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113697220347080086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113697220347080086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanna-know-what-love-is-p.html' title='I wanna know what love is... ; P'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-113602432887409648</id><published>2005-12-31T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:18:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw you...you saw me...but it felt like you didn't see me at all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met you at a time when I was losing faith with the magic of love…I was nursing a broken heart, a badly broken heart back then… I was bitter ‘bout life, what with the tons of misadventures and pain my heart had endured…And the very last thing on my mind was to find a new love…I really thought that after my recent heartbreak it would take eons for me to find someone to make my precious heart flutter again…I thought it would be long before again I’d stare at nothing and then smile giddily for no exact reason at all… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I even swore to be a man-hater…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was wrong…I failed…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terribly, I must admit…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because out of the blue… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We crossed paths at a time when I never intended to have any connection with anyone that is much deeper than friendship. Honestly, I wasn’t even expecting us to be friends. You belong to a different league and I wasn’t part of that league… In fairness to you, not even once did you ever make me feel out of your league…  But I guess fate interfered and without us knowing, we became friends…we became close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never intended to cross the borderline of friendship…but somehow, somewhere, along the way I did unknowingly… I don’t even know when it started…I don’t know when I started to treasure you as more than a friend… I was trying pretty hard to keep what I really feel about you since we have some common friends… But I feel ungrateful to you every time I try to stop myself from reciprocating… I was just afraid to get my heart broken again… And I know you deserve someone better than me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yet though I know it, I wasn’t able to control my heart and stop liking you… How could I? When you never fail to make me smile…When you never fail to amuse me…When you never fail to care for me… When you never fail to make me feel special…  I could never exactly explain the happiness I feel whenever we’re together… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***, being with you felt like heaven…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wished those times lasted forever…but they didn’t…  It was my fault…No one else to blame but me… I got mad at you for something I wasn’t even sure you did… for something I now realized I don’t have the right to get mad at if ever you did that… And worst, I didn’t even tell you what you did ‘wrong’… I suddenly became irrational and since I feel hurt I in turn made you look like a fool… You tried to patch things up but I stayed indifferent to you… You got tired… got tired of me I guess… so you gave me a dose of my own medicine… You became cold to me and that’s when I realized how foolish my actions were… I tried so hard to make it up to you… I did things I never imagined I would do for a guy just to make it up with you… But then you stayed cold… Those two weeks were the hardest two weeks of my life… I was crying every night… I can’t even think straight that time… You were hurting me so much already… and I was on the verge of just giving up on you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I didn’t… Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t… I just can’t let you go… Not when we almost made it through… Not when I am sure that I have already fallen in love with you… Not now that I am sure that I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess you took pity on me…hehe… You decided to give you and I another chance… but this time I feel like there’s a wall between us already… Yet I don’t care… I knew everything would go back to the way they used to be… and they did… Unfortunately, classes are going to end as well… I was really sad since we’ll no longer have ‘sure days’ to see each other… I was afraid that over the break you’ll meet someone else who’ll make you smile a lot brighter and make you feel more loved… I guess you didn’t, because we kept our communication going on… and though we don’t get the chance to see each other often, I am still happy… I am contented in knowing that I have you and you have me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as days go by, I feel like we’re losing each other… We’re growing apart though I don’t want to admit it… I no longer know everything that’s happening in your world neither do you know everything that’s happening on mine that’s why I wrote that article on my blog which I shouldn’t have written…my deepest regret… Still I tried to hold on to what we have… I know I love you… but then now I was never sure if you really do… I know actions speak louder than words but sometimes those three words are needed to be spoken out loud…for me to hear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would have still hold on, ***… if only we didn’t see each other a couple of days ago… You were cold to me for a reason I am not aware of… I am so confused why so suddenly you acted like you didn’t know me for just two weeks before that, we were together, talking and laughing like nothing changed at all… and then  I saw you… you saw me… but it felt like you didn’t see me at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You broke my heart right there and then… It was shattered into a million pieces and up to this day, I haven’t collected every darn piece of it…  I don’t know when it’ll be whole again… I don’t know what’s gonna happen next to you and I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it over? Are we over for quite a time already and we’re both just cowards to admit it? I don’t want to answer this right now… I still want to think… think about you… about me… about you and I for just one more time before we say it’s over…  I could never say ‘us’ since we never made ‘us’ official… But, I wished we did… I wished we were brave enough to tell each other openly how we feel… I wished we had guts to tell everyone that we love each other… I wished I never gave up on us…because I did, though I didn’t tell you, every time I realize that you are too good of a man for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If ever this is the end of our story, I want you to know that I never regretted knowing you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never regret loving you, ***…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not letting go because I don’t love you anymore…  in fact, it is the other way around…&lt;br /&gt;I know in this life there will never be another you… You changed me in more ways than one… You made me a better person without you even knowing about it… and I am really thankful… I will forever treasure what we had…This is not goodbye, for you will always be part of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our chance but I guess we’re just not meant… not right now perhaps… perhaps for the two of us in this certain time, love is not enough to make it work… we have to accept that truth for now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until the day we’ll cross paths again… I’ll be waiting for you, for ‘us’… but if ever that day never comes I’ll just wait for the one that God really willed me to have and share the rest of my life with…  I’ll just wait patiently  for my destiny, though I really hope it’s you, no matter how long it would take him to find me… because once you’ve tasted manna from heaven why be contented with bread? Ayt!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want you to be happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Godbless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-113602432887409648?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/113602432887409648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=113602432887409648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113602432887409648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113602432887409648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-saw-youyou-saw-mebut-it-felt-like.html' title='i saw you...you saw me...but it felt like you didn&apos;t see me at all...'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-113455533190183383</id><published>2005-12-14T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:15:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one and only you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it only took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one simple look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one precious smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one sweet touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for my life to be completely changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forever changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forever filled with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with memories of you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and of that unexplainable magic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;called LOVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-113455533190183383?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/113455533190183383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=113455533190183383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113455533190183383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/113455533190183383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-and-only-you.html' title='one and only you...'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112989189435037199</id><published>2005-10-21T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:51:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist. You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too.&lt;br /&gt;You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental. Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world. You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112989189435037199?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112989189435037199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112989189435037199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112989189435037199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112989189435037199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/10/7-11.html' title='7-11'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112989179269530420</id><published>2005-10-21T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:50:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sure you wanna know</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112989179269530420?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112989179269530420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112989179269530420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112989179269530420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112989179269530420'/><link rel='alternate' 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mong humanap siya ng iba…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Isang taong nararapat sa kanya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pipilitin mong lumigaya siya sa piling ng iba…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Sa taong hindi makakasama sa pagkatao niya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Upang makalimutan ka…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;ang inyong mga alaala habang magkasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;ang mga binuo ninyong pangarap…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;ang ipinaglaban ninyong pagmamahalan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Kahit na sobrang hirap…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Kahit na halos mapunit ang dibdib mo sa lungkot…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Kahit na halos ikamatay mo ang sakit…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pipilitin mong kayanin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dapat mong kayanin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dahil iyon ang nararapat…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Iba ang nararapat para sa kanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dahil iyon ang makakabuti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Higit na makakabuti para sa kanya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Dahil hindi ka makakabuti para sa kanya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kaya ‘di bale nang mabuhay ka na lang mag-isa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kasi nga mahal mo siya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Kaya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;ikaw na lang ang magsasakripisyo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;ikaw na lang ang iiyak mag-isa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;ikaw na lang ang magiging masama sa paningin ng iba…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para sa kaligayahan niya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para sa ikabubuti niya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para sa kanya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kakayanin mong mag-isa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wag ka nang mag-alala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para sa mas ikabubuti mo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para sa pagmamahal ko sa’yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para sa’yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kakayanin ko ito…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kakayanin kong mag-isa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112970099762986364?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112970099762986364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112970099762986364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112970099762986364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112970099762986364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/10/usahay.html' title='usahay'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112892796518407654</id><published>2005-10-10T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:06:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Namimiss kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilit ko mang itago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ilang araw pa lang tayong hindi nagkikita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ilang araw pa lang tayong hindi nagkakausap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ilang araw pa lang tayong hindi nagkakasabay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;pero namimiss na talaga kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilit ko mang itago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ikaw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;naaalala mo kaya ako ngayong mga oras na 'to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;naiisip mo kaya ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bumabalik kaya sa'yo ang mga alaala ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;napapangiti ka kaya ng mga alaala ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sana nga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nasaan ka kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hinahanap mo kaya ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hinihiling mo kaya na nasa tabi mo ako ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sana nga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kailan kaya tayo muli makikita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kailan kaya tayo muli magtatagpo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;baka matagalan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wag naman sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hihintayin ba kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagpapahintay ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hanggang kailan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sana sa muli nating pagtatagpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ok na ang lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;wala nang kahit isang problema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;malaya na tayong makakalipad nang magkasama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tayo lang dalawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;patungo sa paraisong para sa atin lang ginawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sana nga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;namimiss kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;pilit ko mang itago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;namimiss talaga kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hanggang sa araw nang ating muling pagtatagpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;hihintayin kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hihintayin kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112892796518407654?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112892796518407654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112892796518407654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112892796518407654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112892796518407654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/10/shutter.html' title='Shutter...'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112761399337020582</id><published>2005-09-25T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T10:06:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa wakas napatawad mo na ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;muli humihingi ako ng patawad sa nagawa ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sa sakit na naiparamdam ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ilang araw din tayong hindi nag-usap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ilang araw din tayong hindi magkasabay bumaba ng hagdanan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ilang araw din tayong hindi nagkibuan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ilang araw din tayong hindi naging normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ilang araw din akong nalungkot...umiyak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alam kong kasalanan ko ang lahat.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok na tayo...sinira ko pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;siguro...hindi lang talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hindi lang talaga tayo para sa isa't isa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tinatanggap ko na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tanggapin na nating dalawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;para wala na lang problema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tutal ilang araw na lang ba ang nalalabi sa ating dalawa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tatlo na lang ata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;haay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ilang araw lang pero tila ang dami nang nagbago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tila ang dami nang lumipas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;siguro nga mas mabuting ganito na lang tayo magtapos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hindi ganon kasakit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hindi ganon kakumplikado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mahal kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;mahal kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hindi yun magbabago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pero ayaw ko nang umiyak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ayaw na rin kitang umiyak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wag na natin pilitin ang hindi pa nararapat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dahil sa ngayon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas makabubuting palayain kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sa ngayon baka mas liligaya tayo sa piling ng iba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;saka na lang tayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;kapag tama na ang lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;kapag sang-ayon na sa atin ang buong mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;saka na lang natin takasan ang mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kapag talagang handa na tayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hanggang sa muli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;salamat sa lahat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salamat sa pagmamahal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minahal kita...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112761399337020582?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112761399337020582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112761399337020582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112761399337020582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112761399337020582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/09/white-flag.html' title='White Flag'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112582553077393014</id><published>2005-09-04T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:18:50.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;days passed by so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly found myself losing track of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing track of people coming in and going out of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing track of everyday moments within and around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm so into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's so centered with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i don't want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i was not supposed to get so attached with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i was not supposed to fall in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i did...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're one of a kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;truly one of a kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112582553077393014?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112582553077393014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112582553077393014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112582553077393014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112582553077393014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/09/fridays.html' title='fridays'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112191471044785667</id><published>2005-07-21T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:04:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kong sumigaw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kong tumawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;tumawa ng tumawa habang kasama ka... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;kahit magmukha akong baliw at tanga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;basta kasama kita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kong tumakbo na hawak ang mga kamay mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tumakbo palayo sa lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;takasan natin ang mundo...lumayo tayo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tumungo tayo sa lugar na tayo lang ang tao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ikaw at ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;para walang magulo...hindi kumplikado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;masaya tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kitang yakapin...&lt;br /&gt;yakapin ng mahigpit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;habambuhay...sa bawat paghinga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ikaw lang...ikaw na nga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kong tumawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kong tumakbo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kitang yakapin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;gusto kong sumigaw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;isigaw na MAHAL KITA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;dahil 'yun ang totoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'yun ang sinisigaw ng puso ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ikaw ang nasa puso ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;mahal kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112191471044785667?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112191471044785667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112191471044785667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112191471044785667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112191471044785667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/07/tuesdays.html' title='tuesdays...'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-112122463997862348</id><published>2005-07-13T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:25:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you ever needed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's been a month na pala since i last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha... i haven't posted pala a single article since the classes started this sem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy me... hehehe as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First things first, i extend my sincere gratitude to everyone who made my birthday so special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Rania&amp;Gracie...what more can i say...u made my birthday so unforgettable that up to now i'm still overwhelmed with joy... thank God for friends like you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng nag-sign sa card...hehehe...halos lahat kayo nag-wish na magkaron ako ng mas colorful pang lovelife... hehehe... sana nga noh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;again...everyone, thank you for being part of my life... GODBLESS US ALL! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. (Gracie,Rania,Cel) ayan...religious na ko...pa-Godbless Godbless na rin ako...bagay na kami ni papa _ _ _ _ _ ! hehehe ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bakit nga ba ang tagal bago ako nag-post ulet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. busy? mejo...priority ko kc ngaun ung 178 and ung application ko sa APSM...&lt;br /&gt;naku...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next friday na BATTLEFIELD FRIDAY namin where we have to share our talents to all the members... friends...i need ur moral support! may challenge kami later at 1pm...ano kaya ung challenge? GO AQUIOSA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bangag? oo...nababangag talaga ko sa 178...ewan ko ba...i feel so intimidated sa prof namin...laging naeexperience ko ung butterfly sensations everytime na papasok ako sa class namin dun...haay...polsci... (Farrah...sana nga dumating na ang panahon na talagang mahalin na natin 'to ng buong puso...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. inlove? sasabihin ninyo siguro... na naman karen!!&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko ba... sa totoo lang...hindi 'to kasama sa plano ko ngayong sem...&lt;br /&gt;hindi nga ako naghahanap... after my past relationships kasi akala ko napagod na ang puso ko na magmahal...pahinga muna...ayoko na munang masaktan at umiyak na naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bigla siyang dumating...&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang, kaya hindi ako nag-update ng blog eh dahil natatakot akong hindi mapigilan ang sarili ko at maisulat ko ang depth ng nadevelop na "feelings" ko sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Cel..Rania..Gracie...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's true i'm falling for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kahit ayoko... wala na kong magagawa...&lt;br /&gt;ayoko ng lokohin ang sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi ako umaasa ng something more sa friendship namin...&lt;br /&gt;masaya na kong nakikita siya twice a week...&lt;br /&gt;nakakausap...napapatawa...napapangiti...nakakasabay pagbaba ng hagdan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok na ok na yun... para mapangiti ako buong araw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;buong buhay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tama na muna 'to bka malaman na ng lahat kung sino siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sa next update ko...i'll post something bout him... promise it won't take me a month to post that... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-112122463997862348?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/112122463997862348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=112122463997862348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112122463997862348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/112122463997862348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-you-ever-needed.html' title='all you ever needed...'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-111772420821594093</id><published>2005-05-18T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:14:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i been wracking my brains for an intelligent answer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can't seem to find one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps you could tell me why do i love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have conquered my heart and my soul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so perhaps you know why do i love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me please...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause i love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-111772420821594093?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/111772420821594093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=111772420821594093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772420821594093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772420821594093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-111772416221593983</id><published>2005-04-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:13:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;im torn between two lovers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;what a cliche...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;but i guess it's true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;it was thrilling at first... i must admit... hehehe bad gurl... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;but lately it's making me crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;i know to whom my heart really belongs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;it's just that...it's not that easy to tell someone to back off...to let me go...to forget me... when you can clearly feel that he loves you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;but it must be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;im sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;im sorry i disappointed you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;im sorry im crazy for someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #DD6599;"&gt;im sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-111772416221593983?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/111772416221593983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=111772416221593983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772416221593983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772416221593983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-for-you.html' title='crazy for you'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-111772411212072405</id><published>2005-04-15T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:12:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;i think im experiencing a brain-dead situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;recent events made my head spin so fast i thought it would snap hard apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;can't seem to think logically right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;im highly irrational these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;too bad, i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;really too bad for me... huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;yet i know why it's happening to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;and i know how to snap out of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;what i don't know is why im so lazy to snap out of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;perhaps im having fun while im in this crazy little world of mine for the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;but i know i have to wake up or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;life might slip away from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;i'l wake up soon promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;wait for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-111772411212072405?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/111772411212072405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=111772411212072405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772411212072405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772411212072405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/04/lazy-me.html' title='lazy me'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13361416.post-111772402241234182</id><published>2005-04-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:10:49.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;at long last, the universe has finally conspired to make me create... "turon" (ranie ranz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;! hehehe) my very first blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;just made it today...so i still don't know what to put in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt; it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;but i'll post stuffs very soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#dd6599;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;waaah! Happy Vacation everyone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13361416-111772402241234182?l=myayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/feeds/111772402241234182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13361416&amp;postID=111772402241234182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772402241234182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13361416/posts/default/111772402241234182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myayen.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-long-last.html' title='at long last...'/><author><name>predictions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15787560078824209654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o228/my_barkada_pic/vanitygalore2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
