<?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-9208125422193005629</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:55:28.570+08:00</updated><category term='emotions'/><category term='Mushy-ness'/><category term='picture'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='survey'/><category term='journal'/><category term='random'/><category term='reminisce'/><category term='song'/><category term='Sablay'/><category term='lar2x lang'/><category term='art'/><category term='Special Days'/><category term='phhhhhhbbbt =p'/><title type='text'>NO HEADER.ü</title><subtitle type='html'>I am currently hibernating. I'm OUT from the confusing world of lay-outs and colorful photoshopped backgrounds. I want it PLAIN and SIMPLE this time. SHOUT OUT TO HALEY: You Still ROck Big TIme! *.*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4328393098606601485</id><published>2010-04-18T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:27:13.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozie to wordpress and beyond.</title><content type='html'>I have to transfer everything to a blog that I could easily organize. And then... I decided to choose my wordpress account. Since I am no more a student now, I need to be more formal and i need to leave my creative-plus-complicated side for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has always been my favorite blog. However, just like any stages in our lives, one needs to move on just to blend in.  To this account: I still love you, my blogger. xoxo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please check out &lt;a href="http://soz502.wordpress.com"&gt;http://soz502.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; for new updates about my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4328393098606601485?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4328393098606601485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4328393098606601485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4328393098606601485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4328393098606601485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2010/04/sozie-to-wordpress-and-beyond.html' title='Sozie to wordpress and beyond.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-5834083238734750249</id><published>2010-01-23T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:58:17.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Billy, I lost the game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You win, I lose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a battle of two, when both are perfectly matched with powers on the same level, ONE should always have to be defeated. There may be different reasons behind the defeat but the person who lost the game was never too weak. It may be of a mistake causing one to fall and wallow in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for as long as we live, there is enough time to win all the battles we need to brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in reality, we play games; make mistakes; and get defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, why, of all the help a loser should deserve, everyone gives a piercing eye and a shower of back stabs instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in the recent battle I faced, I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to get so focused in every magical event which took place in my summer '09 adventure, an opponent had to boom a nameless catastrophe and tried to turn everything into black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I never knew it was a game. But I knew it was a &lt;b&gt;BIG MISTAKE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the big picture when I started to drop the most important details in my life. And yes, I was on the brink of getting broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that the make-believe was coming into life, I was thrilled and oh-so-willing to give up everything that was yet to come. A foolish idea - yet my stupid brain entertained it and embraced it without any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to lose everything just for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to lose my best-est friend just for the game. I shooed him away almost everyday just to get rid of him. But he never left me. I turned into a pitiless best friend who selfishly thought of her own game. Yes, it was that harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to lose my dignity to face all the eyebrows to be raised so high and the bottomless gossips to pour when I get back and receive the trophy I longed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also ready to lose myself. I was ready to change every inch of Sozina and turn her into Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally brainwashed and blinded by the folly and balloons of joy from the game which only happened in a small screen - into the screen of my beloved cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was selfish and so was my opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care and unknowingly did I play the game with the opponent's fans happily watching me losing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost trapped into the opponent's arms - uhm, i mean, lair. But my BBF didn't allow it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I never said 'I won' nor did I say, 'I love you, my opponent.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I never did. I would refuse a million times or for as long as I could. I swear every corner of the world, I know I did not utter those LOVING words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; the game and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to join an adventure with the opponent but I never ever ever exclaimed that I would love to be in his game forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I lost the game for being the first to say, 'I give up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he won all because he was the first to spread the news and intended to twist my line upside-down, curled and zig-zagged. It turned out, &lt;i&gt; he was the first to give up&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silly Billy&lt;/i&gt;. I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, I tell you, Billy. I am a brave soul and I would do whatever I could just to let everyone know I was the first to lose the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, and I am still lucky that I am capable to defend myself from YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From now on, that would be the last game for you, Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now crushed and buried down a hundred foot grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is OFFICIALLY over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-5834083238734750249?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/5834083238734750249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=5834083238734750249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5834083238734750249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5834083238734750249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-billy-i-lost-game.html' title='Oh Billy, I lost the game.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-972464280538480103</id><published>2010-01-23T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:03:28.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You need a break"</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;marquee width="150"&gt;Woohoo. I'll be featured in my professor's blog this Sunday! See ya there! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;I'll post the link when my entry's already posted.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozie :)&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-972464280538480103?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/972464280538480103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=972464280538480103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/972464280538480103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/972464280538480103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-need-break.html' title='&quot;You need a break&quot;'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-8625618650033036756</id><published>2009-11-18T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:14:41.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRUPTION is just everywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two weeks and a day of misery over a letter grade is just too much. Amid the sea of 'A-'s in my grade slip, who would have thought that an uninvited alien letter would exist. Yes, a notable&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a BIG mush pit in this paper island. F*CK! And hell, I got the grade just because I'm a DEVCOM student who does not deserve to be called an AGGIE alumni in three months time, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is the first time that some potato-and-quail-egg-looking professor had to push about 60 students down without any reason at all. No, I'm not talking about nonsensical things here, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is the one who's NONSENSICAL in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; own system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; so-called intangible and perfect grading sessions that we all wished we have not encountered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;faulty system for the Marketing Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This activity is  good for the marketing lesson. However, there was a glitch with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; system. He did not limit the trays that a student can get  per day. For some students who had all the time and resources to sell  eggs, they ordered 20-40 trays or even get every tray available when  they have the time to visit Manresa. Some students who cannot afford  to sell 20-40 trays a week, they only go there when they have time to  get their share of eggs. In some days, according to Manong Barudo, the  students cannot get enough eggs when the Pryce Plaza hotel orders a  thousand quail eggs. Therefore, some would never get the chance to get  enough quail eggs as what some can get. The issue that we want to stress  there is that at the end of the semester, only a few students were able  to gain P3,000 – P5,000 when some only grew P300 or less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ON    MAJOR EXAMS, the handouts are expensive and bulky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One handout costs  about P120 while other handouts range from P60-90. Therefore, if we  sum up the possible total money we shell out for these handouts, it  costs approximately P400. In the first place, IT should have  announced from the start that these handouts can be too expensive and  that we are to read a maximum of 240 pages per major exam. For us who  are taking the subject as an elective, it has been a burden because  it takes so much of our money. Another reason is, most of us are scholars  and we cannot just simply ask money from our parents. In addition, how  can we even read a 240-page handout given on the week of the exam? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Rodeo Practices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. There were two  Sundays (July 19 &amp;amp; 26) during the ten-day break caused by the spread  of A(H1N1) virus in our campus and one Friday (July 31) for the feast  of St. Ignatius (a university-wide holiday) that the batch was asked  to practice rodeo in Manresa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It,&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is a doctor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;  should have known that some students might be carrying the virus and  might be spreading this to the animals and also to the students available  during that time. It was clear in the university memorandum that all  classes are to be SUSPENDED. Also, the feast of St. Ignatius is an important  event of the university and this should be used to commemorate St. Ignatius  and notfor its SUBJECT only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RODEO/BUYING OF SEEDS    as an alternative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aside from the  no-classes practices, the lab sessions were also used for us to practice  the activity more. Therefore, all of us were able to practice how to  do ‘RODEO’ and we learned the purpose of why we were required to  perform the activity. For some who were not able to attend the FINAL  competition (since it was held, again, on a SUNDAY), they were asked  to buy three packs of seeds per variety (five varieties). A total of  15 packs of seeds were asked to be bought. The problem with that is  that the buying of seeds was not a good alternative for the activity  since it does not have any connection with Rodeo. Also, we did know  how the seeds will be utilized or where the proceeds will go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEEDING of FARM ANIMALS. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For the whole part  of the first term in the last semester, every tuesday at 6am, twelve  groups from each class were asked to clean different animal houses alternately.  The batch wants to know if this activity was recorded and fairly graded  in its class record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FINAL    REQUIREMENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;FEED FORMULATION &lt;/span&gt;   – This was the hardest exam we took for the whole semester. We consider    it appropriate for the course. It was also good that it gave us the    freedom when to submit the paper. Most of us took the exam from 9am    to 3pm, sacrificing our lunch. The question that kept us puzzled is    how it did the grading of the exam especially that we had  different    answers and very long solutions. Some students said that the exam was    scored with a total of 100 points, however, most of us only got 5-10    points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This activity  has a twist, though. Usually, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'it'&lt;/span&gt; credits the students with  plus five points everytime they are the first to pass their exam papers.  On one of the student’s case, she took the exam for about four hours  and for the final mark-up, she only got five points for this exam. On  the other hand, the student who passed his paper first, even without  answering the exam, got an insubstantial FIVE points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ol start="2" type="a"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;THE MOVING EXAM &lt;/b&gt;   – Although it was difficult, this exam was the most appropriate among    the four that is identified as final requirements. We identified grasses,    equipments, and animal species – a proper way to evaluate the learning    of students from the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EXERCISES 10-18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; –&lt;/span&gt;We    all think this was the most useless final requirement. All of us had    to answer these exercises even when we did NOT perform the lab activities    because of lack of time. How can we answer eight unperformed exercises    when it was all based on lab activities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;UTILITY PROJECT&lt;/b&gt; –    The students were asked to buy materials that could help Manresa. It    was supposedly OKAY. However, the project was scored inappropriately    - the grade depended on the COST of the material. For example, one student    bought a material which costs P70, he gained 70 points. All of us only    knew about this after we got our grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bloody Grading System.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were students  who did their best (although their &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; might not be enough to  the professor) who got the same grades as those who are not often seen  in class. It was nice to know that nobody failed except for the fact  that most of us got Ds and Cs. This grading system is already very questionable.  How did it come up with our grades? If it is true that all of us got  the same pattern of grades, it only means that IT may be, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; title suggests, a better doctor than an effective teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is not nice to assume that things were rooted from mere CORRUPTION in the classroom. But the thought that we all pushed to give so much effort, time and money for this subject is waaaaaaaaaay to much to expect for a doggy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-8625618650033036756?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/8625618650033036756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=8625618650033036756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/8625618650033036756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/8625618650033036756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2009/11/corruption-is-just-everywhere.html' title='CORRUPTION is just everywhere.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1709095053347372248</id><published>2009-07-08T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:14:02.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; me through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;  your voice swing me&lt;br /&gt;like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silhouette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; flying back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caress&lt;/span&gt; me with your&lt;br /&gt;  soul's breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swift&lt;/span&gt; your hair's fingers&lt;br /&gt;  along my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bare&lt;/span&gt; arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curve&lt;/span&gt; your lips&lt;br /&gt;  to my lavish look&lt;br /&gt;fragrance shall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  smoothly for your sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lock&lt;/span&gt; your face&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; to my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kiss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1709095053347372248?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1709095053347372248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1709095053347372248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1709095053347372248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1709095053347372248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sensual-smoke.html' title='Sensual smoke'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4252110370583630246</id><published>2008-11-28T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:05:35.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lar2x lang'/><title type='text'>bamboo's fault.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Talking to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"O, kay bilis namang &lt;strong&gt;maglaho&lt;/strong&gt; ng pag-ibig mo, sinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daig mo pa'ng isang Kisap-mata"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what the hell was [it] doing in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BAMBOO IS GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i luuuurrrvee him so much (including his mates!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget melancholic whatevers. It's bamboo who deserves [the attention]&lt;br /&gt;not any alien around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this. i hate [it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! scrambled brain. scrambled &lt;s&gt;heart.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't have enough strength to move away from you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uggggh!!! EDWARD IS MINE! (not ROB) BUT EDWAAAAARRRD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU MY VAMPIRE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4252110370583630246?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4252110370583630246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4252110370583630246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4252110370583630246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4252110370583630246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/11/bamboos-fault.html' title='bamboo&apos;s fault.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4927156766939135224</id><published>2008-10-14T12:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:59:53.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paano kung hindi ka na. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rosebushes of make-believe became bouquets&lt;br /&gt;of real likeness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so I found myself deeply trembling beneath the wooden covers. Badly trembling again. I have wanted this all my one-month-long of staying out late in school. I've been - I guess - the witness of all the difficulties we have surpassed. The fire which stuck in our skins was at last, been at rest and far out-thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The audience dipped their tongues out at laughing our serious indulgent of our successes. Yes, we were laid into the spotlight without some of these spectators knowing how far we have become and what kind of alienable things we have shed. I guess all of the Devcomm graduates became part of this exceptional trial. And we were one of those batches who were &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;out of track. But &lt;strong&gt;thank God&lt;/strong&gt;, we got out alive! We were there, witnesses of how the production became an inevitable performance. How it suddenly, or should I say, it became magical in the eyes of the many. I have heard no negative comments from the ones who watched us. Though, there were lapses, they were unnoticed and sealed from their eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE OUR PRODUCTION SO MUCH that it hurts to let go of the moments that are starting to fade. Yes, we were obtuse but that made us all unique. That made us turn to ourselves and see through the edges. It was a great success. &lt;strong&gt;By far, it is the most unforgettable experience I will hold all my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862037414346674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SPQgK8VRf7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1Gvgt1bO3pA/s320/DSC-0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862030959272546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SPQgKkSQ4mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/96Yup2FJv-Y/s320/DSC-0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862032604247874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SPQgKqadN0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/CmKNq03sgHg/s320/DSC-0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256861280809639410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SPQfe5wp3fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5e_aEdFGET4/s320/DSC-0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;DAWBI, mag re-run kaha mi?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is my chance to thank Nanette Matillac for a very wonderful storyline! Although you might not able to read this, I am deeply thankful of you for your approval and for making your story a part of our memorable moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4927156766939135224?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4927156766939135224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4927156766939135224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4927156766939135224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4927156766939135224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/10/paano-kung-hindi-ka-na.html' title='Paano kung hindi ka na. . .'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SPQgK8VRf7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1Gvgt1bO3pA/s72-c/DSC-0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-700625179665160184</id><published>2008-09-01T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:00:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposible nga ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paano nga ba magawa ang imposible?&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang lahat DAW ay posible?&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung hindi mo man lang mayakap ang katotohanan?&lt;br /&gt;At kung hindi mo matakbuhan ang kasinungalingan?&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung hanggang doon na lang,&lt;br /&gt;kung saan walang katuturan ang lahat ng posibleng mangyari.&lt;br /&gt;Paano na ang imposible na pilit kinakamtan?&lt;br /&gt;Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Paano 'pag ito na ang katapusan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am a journalism student. but I never saw it winding up before me. i never really even thought that i could be a writer or that &lt;em&gt;i can write&lt;/em&gt;. my works are often wounded with a lot of errors - and i've been too sad, &lt;strong&gt;too regretful &lt;/strong&gt;that i thought i am better &lt;strong&gt;on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;. but you see, afterglows are great especially when you tried giving up. I almost did. I almost dropped everything because I could not swallow "the tidbits of awful reality". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my afterglow &lt;/strong&gt;happened at appropriately 11:45 this morning. Ma'am Van, our journalism lecture instructress, showed me this site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aggies.xu.edu.ph/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=184&amp;amp;Itemid=68"&gt;http://aggies.xu.edu.ph/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=184&amp;amp;Itemid=68&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This might be so small to your eyes or too big for the ones who thought that I'm bragging. But I think you should know that this is my first published article (ever) on an online site that is not owned by me. I'm just&lt;strong&gt; ecstatically something. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;haha. call me a loser. I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-700625179665160184?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/700625179665160184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=700625179665160184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/700625179665160184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/700625179665160184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/09/imposible-nga-ba.html' title='Imposible nga ba?'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1668376643814846773</id><published>2008-07-15T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:00:46.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadget Lovers stand in awe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a desk-full pile of gadgets, why don’t you try replacing all of it and consider a simple techie life with one that offers you everything you need in a gadget? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223261793848785602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SHzA7W85-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/cACtCGF3uxo/s320/2567371592_2c7e22d784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo source: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24535883@N07/2567371592/sizes/m/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/24535883@N07/2567371592/sizes/m/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover Samsung Omnia (SGH-i900) as it came alive to meet your plea at a world launch at Communicasia 2008 last week, at the Samsung booth in Singapore Expo’s Hall 4. Its name ensembles what truly it is made for since it is rooted from “everything” in Latin and “wish” in Arabic – for which it promises to carry out all you desire in a mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its fashionable and lustrous exterior, it allows you to experience satisfaction of digital entertainment as it sports its wide 3.2-inch&lt;br /&gt;WQVGA LCD screen within your palm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Omnia is also powered with Windows Mobile 6.1 operating system and an optical mouse, making you feel more like bringing your personal computer anywhere at anytime! It also has 16GB internal memory and 32GB external memory storing up to incredibly 8,000 songs, 12,000 pictures, and 23 DVDs. Plus, its touch-screen keyboard offers three manipulation kinds – a QWERTY, a 5x4 and a 3x4 – making it more unique and so easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The detachable and 400-hour-lasting-on-standby battery is also an exceptional add-on to its accessibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innovative, one-of-its-kind and chic device will surely make gadget gurus take an exaggerated awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;###&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1668376643814846773?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1668376643814846773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1668376643814846773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1668376643814846773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1668376643814846773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/07/gadget-lovers-stand-in-awe.html' title='Gadget Lovers stand in awe.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/SHzA7W85-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/cACtCGF3uxo/s72-c/2567371592_2c7e22d784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-8943819946614709941</id><published>2008-07-06T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:01:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining tears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The morning came and I had to be ready for school. I was so hesitant to attend my class (DC84 - Journalism) because I had a big fight with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bbf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my so-called ego is under the spell of &lt;u&gt;hot, burning anger&lt;/u&gt;. But every time I get to these kinds of situations, I always remember that &lt;strong&gt;mistake&lt;/strong&gt; I've made in high school. So, I chose to get up my bed and do the do's. As I went up the hill to fetch a jeepney (ha-ha! like Jill came tumbling after… lalalala), I encountered a jeepney which was almost full but enough for me to join the passengers’ swarming butts. However, I was too lazy to join them because I wanted to sit on the corner and own it for half an hour in traveling. And so, I joined the alley’s next jeepney and there, I got the corner’s seat for free. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is already my bestestfriend for always &lt;em&gt;allowing me to see messages through actions and unexplainable coincidences.&lt;/em&gt;  When I arrived at &lt;strong&gt;BDO (near XU),&lt;/strong&gt; I realized that my bbf was walking in front of me! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uwwwwwwwwaaaaahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All my plans on escaping from his/her view were gone from that moment! And so I decided to walk straight and pretended I didn’t see his/her big body blocking my way.  I rushed ‘til I realized that I arrived in our room and smiled after noticing that he/she wasn’t there yet! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Waaaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And I was struggling on what to do next because any second he/she will be facing me and start his/her explanation. I had this single decision over &lt;strong&gt;the matter&lt;/strong&gt; and it was (at that time) fixed. I was really fuming and there’s really no way of changing my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Except&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I’m too weak in handling bawling situations. &lt;strong&gt;I’m too weak that all the rages I feel can easily be tendered.&lt;/strong&gt; And I love every human who have touched my life – especially my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;best bud forever&lt;/em&gt; (bbf).&lt;/strong&gt; I guess you know now what happened. &lt;strong&gt;Obviously, we’re friends again!!&lt;/strong&gt; yipeey!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 4 hours ago, I was at Loreto's to witness the &lt;em&gt;'farewell'&lt;/em&gt; party of one of the best teachers I've ever met. Before we went to the venue, we bought some flowers and cards for her. And everything that happened during the party was full of happiness mixed with craziness added with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;‘bulgaran’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; issues and of course, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What struck me most is that she left words that are so significant to me – as her student (not only for values and things but also for life itself). That slight instant when she dubbed my name and explained why she will never forget me was &lt;em&gt;like a chance to make me realize that everyone has their noteworthy place in the hearts of the many or even to countless beings.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I realized my worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I didn’t feel like crying, though. But you know that feeling when you are so honored because you’ve recognized a big part of yourself from a person you admire so much? Ahh, this is really so delightful and lovely yet so sad because she will be gone for another job. Oh, well. It’s part of life! But anyway, thank you Ma’am Lai! We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's 12:51 am --- OFF I SOULD GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-8943819946614709941?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/8943819946614709941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=8943819946614709941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/8943819946614709941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/8943819946614709941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-raining-tears.html' title='It&apos;s raining tears!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1869471924446830628</id><published>2008-06-27T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:19:08.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick glance of bleeding fame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musolod na, kuya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ayaw sah kay ga set pa sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aw. Sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ang naa na'y mic, sulod na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was holding it right within my fingers. The crowd went silent as we entered the stage. Lights off. No music. My head's been shouting four letters: G-E-S-S! (&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;od&lt;strong&gt;, E&lt;/strong&gt;ye-to-eye contact&lt;strong&gt;, S&lt;/strong&gt;mile&lt;strong&gt;, S&lt;/strong&gt;traight body)&lt;strong&gt; I didn't feel any pain during that slight moment before owning the spotlight. &lt;/strong&gt;But when the light finally turned on, there, I almost forgot GESS. I was overwhelmed with the yells, with the flashes of cameras &amp;amp; the power of fear (in me). I can feel the pressure and it was pulling me out of the stage - &lt;strong&gt;I almost backed out right at that moment!&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to run backstage &amp;amp; never come back to &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; again.. However, it would be the most devastating act if I would not do it right then and there! I would fail all those who believed in my ability; in my skills and those who helped me climb that stage. I know I just have to do it - whether I ran out of air or went off-key, I didn't care at all - &lt;strong&gt;I JUST HAVE TO DO IT. &lt;/strong&gt;I felt &lt;strong&gt;all the tensions&lt;/strong&gt; I've never felt for years. People who sat in front of me surely noticed it - the most shameful trembling of my whole body. &lt;strong&gt;I was FULL of EMOTIONS and it almost choked me. &lt;/strong&gt;Yet, no one didn't know how exactly I've felt. &lt;strong&gt;And I tell you, it was great.&lt;/strong&gt; That was one of the times when &lt;strong&gt;I FELT MOST ALIVE&lt;/strong&gt; -- and &lt;strong&gt;ALL SEEMED REAL&lt;/strong&gt;. Help me ring a bell again.  &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS REALLY REAL. *brrrr* &lt;/strong&gt;Allota thanks TITA DOI for fitting me into that wonderfully sown SEDUCTIVE IMAGE - some people will never ever know it was me. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Off I should go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1869471924446830628?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1869471924446830628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1869471924446830628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1869471924446830628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1869471924446830628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-glance-of-bleeding-fame.html' title='A quick glance of bleeding fame.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7979211690384152858</id><published>2008-06-17T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:44:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out from vanity.</title><content type='html'>'nuf with my face scattering around my background. I'll bring that back someday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's paramore.♥ coz I'm lovin' them mOre!^^,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7979211690384152858?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7979211690384152858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7979211690384152858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7979211690384152858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7979211690384152858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-from-vanity.html' title='out from vanity.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1684898392276319631</id><published>2008-06-12T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:57:21.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAMORE ROCKS BIG TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubpZvAksnSg&amp;amp;hl=" width="400" height="330" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMGawd! &lt;strong&gt;THIS VIDEO ROCKS SUPER BIG TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love how Haley reacted after 'she' pulled the silicon out from the b*thch's bra. It's a sweet &amp;amp; innocent smile/revenge or a quiet fight back to what that &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whore&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;has been doing to the other girls around. The video just can't get out of my system right now after I've watched it for 15+ times. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs25/f/2008/104/4/d/Crushcrushcrush__Haley__by_youthrewitaway.gif" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I AM INLOVE with PARAMORE. &lt;strong&gt;I AM INLOVE with HALEY!&lt;/strong&gt; Got a problem with that?? ^.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1684898392276319631?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1684898392276319631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1684898392276319631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1684898392276319631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1684898392276319631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/paramore-rocks-big-time.html' title='PARAMORE ROCKS BIG TIME!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6825007091742615752</id><published>2008-06-10T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:00:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cropped Poem.</title><content type='html'>I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;And my heart went wallowing again.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;And my mind's lost again.&lt;br /&gt;They told me I am prettier.&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I know she is prettier.&lt;br /&gt;But my self choose to save my own lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these lines are the original starter of one of the poems I've posted here in my blog. Well, &lt;strong&gt;Dig deeper &lt;/strong&gt;and you shall find out. *wink!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6825007091742615752?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6825007091742615752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6825007091742615752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6825007091742615752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6825007091742615752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/cropped-poem.html' title='Cropped Poem.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4196547712381428403</id><published>2008-06-07T22:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:28:01.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 360-degree share of turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I'm thinking about right at this very moment is how I've handled the most indefinite yet sweetest thing in this world. I guess you could get it right even if I would not slam that single word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear. I am overly puking just thinking of that word. Not because &lt;strong&gt;I do not like it&lt;/strong&gt;; nor &lt;strong&gt;I'm done with it &lt;/strong&gt;but because &lt;strong&gt;I AM FULL OF IT &lt;/strong&gt;- I am even so very proud bringing it with me all the time.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can say that I am &lt;strong&gt;one of the luckiest girls in this world &lt;/strong&gt;for being so blessed with that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;word. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I can say that &lt;strong&gt;I am a spoiled brat&lt;/strong&gt; for walking this far (and because &lt;strong&gt;some one's &lt;/strong&gt;doing it all &lt;strong&gt;for &lt;/strong&gt;me). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Caution: LAME words on the next paragraph!] &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those creatures who have stumbled &amp;amp; pushed me to the ground &lt;strong&gt;like I am one hell of a pest&lt;/strong&gt; are now melting with awes and disbelief. Those mouths which have soaked me in a barrel full of nasty words are now vomiting with &lt;strong&gt;whats &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;wows. &lt;/strong&gt;To tell everyone &lt;strong&gt;honestly, &lt;/strong&gt;I now feel like I am greater than what I have been. And I have realized that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am not as ordinary as what they've thought me to be. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To that person who never left me from the very moment when I needed someone up until now: &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU &amp;amp; I OWE YOU A &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4196547712381428403?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4196547712381428403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4196547712381428403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4196547712381428403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4196547712381428403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-360-degree-share-of-turn.html' title='My 360-degree share of turn.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-2847770569769377852</id><published>2008-06-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:55:08.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-2847770569769377852?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/2847770569769377852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=2847770569769377852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2847770569769377852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2847770569769377852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7239413410774710941</id><published>2008-06-03T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:23:58.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking about THE self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" width="480" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=fairyjuna:video:54&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=ttJ2ibshSn7pnLVlJUxIiA" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got this video clip from &lt;a href="http://fairyjuna.multiply.com/"&gt;Juna's&lt;/a&gt; Site. Obviously, that's &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess I am born to disguise as 'angelic' (as what most would describe me). I've always wanted to come out from the shell and let all people see &lt;em&gt;the truth&lt;/em&gt; behind that mysterious yet pleasing facade (ehehehemmm!). There were already times that I've &lt;strong&gt;narratively &lt;/strong&gt;opened my true &lt;strong&gt;self.&lt;/strong&gt; But on the way people react on whatever I say against what they see, I &lt;strong&gt;just &lt;/strong&gt;know they would never believe me. &lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;that's&lt;strong&gt; life&lt;/strong&gt;. Though I'm telling this, it doesn't mean that I do not want that amazing trait. Actually, that's something I am most proud of.. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; Why I'm telling this? Because I fear of &lt;strong&gt;being rejected, loathed &amp;amp; humiliated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/frown.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7239413410774710941?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7239413410774710941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7239413410774710941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7239413410774710941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7239413410774710941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/06/talking-about-self.html' title='talking about THE self.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-9107578120688935898</id><published>2008-05-25T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:22:01.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework uncovered. *winks*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Magical Tales are awed because of eloquent words. Dictatorial Speeches are feared because of powerful expressions. Journalistic articles are looked up by amateurs because of explicit and accurate information. But no one can deny that in this century, much of this intricate world is already composed of inappropriate imitations, vulgarities, and recklessness – through the alleys of cyberspace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but another victim of the pleasures within this realm of damnation. I am one of those ‘bloggers’ stated in the article of William Deitrich entitled, ‘Are Journalists the 21st Century Buggy Whip Makers?’ . I am also one of the many youth who are addicted to friendster.com or myspace.com. And with these, I have my own e-mail, too. I have known prominent-named aspiring journalists or bloggers within the dimensions of the internet. I was greatly astonished with the superficial blog entries made by (*censored*) way back when I was in third year high school especially that he is a year younger than me. And with that, I was out to prove that I can be just like him; that I will be able to touch people from different parts of this planet.But later on, because of frequent viewing of his page, I was able to find out that he posts a lot of entries regarding his being an atheist. Those made me feel bad because I was respecting one person whose values aren’t parallel with mine. It’s actually rude and classless for him to indicate that he is proud to be an atheist. Does that mean that he wants to carry the people who are his avid readers to the kind of belief that he has and persuade them to be like him? Because I was able to learn from him, I already have my own blogsite. I choose to produce lighter entries which cover my everyday stories and sometimes, I also rant. Unfortunately, because I was overwhelmed that I can have my freedom of speech in my own page, one mild rant made me experience a big fight with one of my closest friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s already a trend, whether we condemn the fact or not. However, considering that anyone can bring impact and be famous to thousands of people all throughout the world in just one mouse click can be a big defeat for journalists who are striving so hard to produce balanced articles every day. When you’re out in the real world, you’ll meet newspapers, magazines and the like in news stands inside convenience stores. You’ll probably notice the bylines of journalists printed within their published articles. This only assures readers that they are licensed to answer back also, through e-mail or through conventional mailing – which is much more private. When you’re inside the cyberspace, the narrowness, insensitivity and crudeness among bloggers are highlighted by readers. Yes, the old mechanisms of media’s checks and balances are still in place. Readers in the cyberspace, because of the fear of libel cases, sign under anonymity. That very thing could pull those bloggers down just like a total harassment with the hundreds and thousands of attacks of readers through the person as a whole, not considering the person as what he/she is with the written product he/she produces. With that, journalists should worry no more. They are much more appreciated and noticed by many, even though not merely the whole from this humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually tired living in this realm of damnation, or the cyberspace, which occupies me so much. This is something rotten and the smell of cyberspace is über-hallucinating. I should be out of here. I should love my own world first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-9107578120688935898?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/9107578120688935898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=9107578120688935898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/9107578120688935898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/9107578120688935898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/05/homework-uncovered-winks.html' title='Homework uncovered. *winks*'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4247481759423936490</id><published>2008-05-24T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:31:20.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just felt the urge to write.. that's all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; a steadfast blogger ages ago even if I knew that I'm really not a good writer that could launch thousands of eyes into reading my entries. I am better titled as a "frustrated writer".. I used that frustration to charge my need to explode at times when I ought to vomit all unnecessary emotions stucked inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it actually helps. A lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've produced numerous poems, essays and songs which were forgotten and misplaced. Just because they were all trashes - wastes that should not be kept. Overreading them doesn't help after all.. They just form the same emotions felt from how it was conceived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, it's not the posts I make that amaze me. But the way I've learned how to control those people overreacting and forming different misconceptions about the things I write. Well, it's still up to how &lt;strong&gt;open-minded&lt;/strong&gt; people are nowadays. That reason fuels my artistic side and makes me want to dig more of this infuriating-slash-stupendous-slash-questionable &lt;em&gt;realm of damnation (z' &lt;strong&gt;cyberspace&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;. hehe=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4247481759423936490?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4247481759423936490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4247481759423936490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4247481759423936490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4247481759423936490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-felt-urge-to-write-thats-all.html' title='I just felt the urge to write.. that&apos;s all.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-634253031259663903</id><published>2008-04-21T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:01:05.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When half turns out to be better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="245" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/sOziE_/329647835_d12e58ccc5.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have you tried being cut &amp;amp; caught in the middle? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me? I did. A LOT OF TIMES! Well, at first, it's something I owe to the world - for being (sometimes) so well &lt;u&gt;toasted&lt;/u&gt; because people get inquisitively hooked (?) by my mysterious persona.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;[There is supposed to be something next to this post but then I have to leave you hanging.. =) because all's not yet worth to be posted.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-634253031259663903?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/634253031259663903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=634253031259663903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/634253031259663903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/634253031259663903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-half-turns-out-to-be-better.html' title='When half turns out to be better..'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-3319512041337449876</id><published>2008-04-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:54:15.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time = Em ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha! After ages, I've finally thought of rebuilding my blog. It's been dead for a month. Gawsh. xD *hides behind the door* LOL! &amp;amp; now, I'm finally back! I hope I'll be staying here more often. *sigh* You see, I've really been so busy. And up to now, my list is still full &lt;img src="http://www.websitegoodies.com/smilies/gfx/sick0001.gif" /&gt;. I keep on hibernating amidst the heat of the summer! So, go check me out when school's up again, you'll probably see me way bloated than before. &lt;img src="http://www.websitegoodies.com/smilies/gfx/indifferent0025.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohh! I even forgot how I usually sign off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaha! SHAME ON ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-- edited: 5:52 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trends, fashion and pop culture are a valid part of your life, but if you make&lt;br /&gt;them your first priority right now, they will use up energy and money that could&lt;br /&gt;be better spent elsewhere. Today, focus your efforts and thoughts on things that&lt;br /&gt;are more permanent. The latest fads are good for a bit of entertainment -- but&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. Your morals and your personal philosophy need attention right&lt;br /&gt;now. You need to swing the pendulum back in the direction of substance and away&lt;br /&gt;from style&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG. my Horoscope is telling the truth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OFf I should GO??!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-3319512041337449876?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/3319512041337449876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=3319512041337449876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3319512041337449876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3319512041337449876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-time-em-alive.html' title='Summer Time = Em ALIVE!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-2213291389608811292</id><published>2008-03-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:29:46.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's been out there.</title><content type='html'>ieWhy does it have to come back when all it gave was pain and total blindness? Why does it pain soo much when I was not able to have even a pint of taste of totality with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;His face went shallowed - a kind of mask that's almost non-existing.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't recognize his smile at all.&lt;br /&gt;And those weary eyes I've been hunting before.&lt;br /&gt;And that laugh that sprung harmony inside of me years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's changed - not at all a mess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who changed him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine came back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer &lt;strong&gt;his.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those were again, memories -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories meant to be thrown away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just out there&lt;br /&gt;He's near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-2213291389608811292?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/2213291389608811292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=2213291389608811292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2213291389608811292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2213291389608811292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hes-been-out-there.html' title='he&apos;s been out there.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-3864885181751530094</id><published>2008-02-22T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:45:47.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and a thousand more times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;The soft swift of the air that washes my face &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;is a message from someone I've loved for so long.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Shadows of the unchanging time are stucked across my mind.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This impecabble moment holds me so dearly behind the grandeurs &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;BARS of LOVE'S MAJESTY. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I am now a &lt;STRONG&gt;prisoner.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I could barely remember this kingdom. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I've been to &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;nowhere &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;- a place where everyone's entitled as &lt;STRONG&gt;BLIND.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yet, my eyes stood &amp; still bewildered over the reminiscences gone by.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And my &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;heart? &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Oh, only torn and worn out.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I've been there! But never to &lt;STRONG&gt;LOVE'S MAJESTY...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I've been there to the place they call &lt;STRONG&gt;foolishness &lt;/STRONG&gt;with &lt;STRONG&gt;rivers &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;of tears &lt;/STRONG&gt;and &lt;STRONG&gt;vanishing euphoria. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And the very time I stepped into that place made&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;me &lt;STRONG&gt;see &lt;/STRONG&gt;nothing but &lt;STRONG&gt;not right.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Ah, and all eyes on him -&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And the world I endured was was so wonderful and inimitable.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Then, all ears on him -&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My melodies sprung never for the kingdom and its mob&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;but &lt;STRONG&gt;only &lt;/STRONG&gt;for him.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;loved &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;him.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But for all those times, my heart bled for nothing&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;but the &lt;STRONG&gt;desire &lt;/STRONG&gt;and &lt;STRONG&gt;hunger &lt;/STRONG&gt;for &lt;STRONG&gt;FREEDOM.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"I need freedom!"&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"I need freedom!" and a thousand more times.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-3864885181751530094?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/3864885181751530094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=3864885181751530094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3864885181751530094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3864885181751530094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-thousand-more-times.html' title='... and a thousand more times.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4839189631170408520</id><published>2008-02-06T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:35:29.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbfounded. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sozie.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6j0mAoKCDkAAAJvQME1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" height="192" src="http://images.sozie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6j0mAoKCDkAAAJvQME1/2%20024.jpg?et=ifTLCVM1z%2C8Q1201Qg%2BAow&amp;amp;nmid=" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am already a three-time violator in not using the appropriate shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;1. Because my shoes are too light, not dark/black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;2. Because, again, my shoes are too light! (daw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;(the former and the latter are different kinds of shoes and they're both DARK GRAY. It's still &lt;strong&gt;DARK!&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;D*mn those stup*d guards indicating different rules of their own. Ugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Question. What is this pair of shoes made of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLASTIC - NOT RUBBER. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's plastic!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gawd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, THAT WAS THE THIRD TIME I WAS CAUGHT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE TO SELF: never ever ever ever ever ever ever use that kind of shoes again! EVER!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4839189631170408520?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4839189631170408520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4839189631170408520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4839189631170408520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4839189631170408520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2008/02/dumbfounded-again.html' title='Dumbfounded. Again.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-2675117347561354087</id><published>2007-12-21T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:31:55.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Move me away from &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;the seas of insecurities.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Move me away from &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;the waves of their undiscovered romance&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Move me away from&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;the shells of misconceptions.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Move me away &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;And let the crab's claws &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;haunt me &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;and put my ego &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;back to where it belonged.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;hehe.. trip lang. gdnyt!&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-2675117347561354087?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/2675117347561354087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=2675117347561354087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2675117347561354087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2675117347561354087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/12/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-2171095572619166161</id><published>2007-12-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:21:00.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek: My infamous Busy Life. hmph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chillin' with my DevCom friends after class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During the visit of 'Paige' &amp;amp; 'Kandida')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146032654661220098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2phbz-kdwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gASMQO19bFw/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Left to Right: &lt;strong&gt;Me, &lt;/strong&gt;Paige, Cuenqie &amp;amp; Leah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146036090635056978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pkjz-kd1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gfqTu5eBRoA/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with Kandida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146034561626699570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pjKz-kdzI/AAAAAAAAABo/RaINsW6Nl_Q/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;WACKY POSERS! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146035081317742402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pjpD-kd0I/AAAAAAAAABw/0SNzRY2HW0U/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anger. Fear. Vengeance. Hope. Innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MAGING SINO KA MAN"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BSDC-II version&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DevCom Community Building [High Ridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pp0T-kd9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ix76-hnIIY4/s1600-h/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146041871661037522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pp0T-kd9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ix76-hnIIY4/s320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;ORANGE&lt;/strong&gt;RS! ^^,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pqCD-kd-I/AAAAAAAAADA/h7fcqZnuDng/s1600-h/SMDC0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146042107884238818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pqCD-kd-I/AAAAAAAAADA/h7fcqZnuDng/s320/SMDC0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd Year DevCom nga present sa CB! (LRG! Naghakot ug awards! Whoot!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pm7z-kd5I/AAAAAAAAACY/Gy6YnQ9PDfg/s1600-h/SMDC0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146038701975173010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pm7z-kd5I/AAAAAAAAACY/Gy6YnQ9PDfg/s320/SMDC0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pa cute mi ni Joyce! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[BABY Pictorial]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pnfz-kd6I/AAAAAAAAACg/EGaWEGIdhe8/s1600-h/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146039320450463650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pnfz-kd6I/AAAAAAAAACg/EGaWEGIdhe8/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pooz-kd7I/AAAAAAAAACo/IXZenaH6InU/s1600-h/IMG_3084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146040574580914098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2pooz-kd7I/AAAAAAAAACo/IXZenaH6InU/s320/IMG_3084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 2nd Favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2po9z-kd8I/AAAAAAAAACw/6-zGbC4LnSo/s1600-h/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146040935358166978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2po9z-kd8I/AAAAAAAAACw/6-zGbC4LnSo/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;huhu.. luoy au si Teddy bah? =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Credits: Most &lt;strong&gt;Pix&lt;/strong&gt; are from Donna, Henry, Karakrakan and Jerlly! &lt;strong&gt;Baby Figurines:&lt;/strong&gt; Me and My Mom! ^.*&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi Bloggenz: &lt;a href="http://502soz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everything Under The Sun... With You!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-2171095572619166161?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/2171095572619166161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=2171095572619166161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2171095572619166161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2171095572619166161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/12/sneak-peek-my-infamous-busy-life-hmph.html' title='Sneak Peek: My infamous Busy Life. hmph!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMwys9JKhWk/R2phbz-kdwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gASMQO19bFw/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1876708813639855612</id><published>2007-09-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:57:52.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy-ness'/><title type='text'>slickered dreams come true - when I don't need them at all</title><content type='html'>I am a peasant in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;I love to be in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Neither too low nor high&lt;br /&gt;- where less of those eavesdroppers&lt;br /&gt;give me an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of Paris Hilton's bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Walking over red carpets lined through&lt;br /&gt;the runway aisle is my main street.&lt;br /&gt;But I will remain in the middle&lt;br /&gt;- where anxious photographers won't&lt;br /&gt;spare me their snapshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the talker&lt;br /&gt;when one is silent.&lt;br /&gt;I am silent&lt;br /&gt;when one is the talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the writer&lt;br /&gt;when he's the reader.&lt;br /&gt;I am the reader&lt;br /&gt;when he's the writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do with the case&lt;br /&gt;when I can't reach one goal.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;at the middle.&lt;br /&gt;And no one raised me higher.&lt;br /&gt;No one pushed me to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my true love came right&lt;br /&gt;across me.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed the lines:&lt;br /&gt;"Middle is still worst.&lt;br /&gt;You can't be sure of anything..&lt;br /&gt;Whether one day you'd realize&lt;br /&gt;that you're the greatest person known&lt;br /&gt;nor the only person drifted in the mud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I just need an answer - the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sozie (written: 10:49 am; DC 2 A class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://502soz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://502soz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1876708813639855612?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1876708813639855612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1876708813639855612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1876708813639855612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1876708813639855612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/09/slickered-dreams-come-true-only-when-i.html' title='slickered dreams come true - when I don&apos;t need them at all'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-534020849576356597</id><published>2007-09-06T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:40:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now showing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://sozie.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rt9aEQoKCrMAABU@I9o1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle height=300 src="http://images.sozie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rt9aEQoKCrMAABU@I9o1/New%20Image.GIF?et=7cVeMx2wA9zNJ2qy%2ClaiiA" width=270 border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;-cebu version!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;toinkz. resulta ni sa wai lingaw. heheheh :D &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;*thnx to charise and karen p. for making this possible. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-534020849576356597?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/534020849576356597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=534020849576356597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/534020849576356597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/534020849576356597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-showing.html' title='Now showing...'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6244494702485110770</id><published>2007-09-02T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:23:44.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you get my bag, pls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there I was, wrapped in a black-and-white-spaghetti-strapped cocktail dress. My hair? pony tailed and that infamous bangs sticked @ my right eye the whole evening. I knew all the way that the event would be superfluous - just like those &lt;strong&gt;debuts&lt;/strong&gt; celebrated by numerous 'blooming' ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw one of my bestfriends, Micah, as I entered &lt;em&gt;FIZZ BAR&lt;/em&gt;. Sat across her and looked around. I could recognize many of the guests because most are from my university. More guests filled the room until the party had to start. One thing that boggled me was the thought that only a few of my sms batchmates were around. It didn't even reached one-sixteenth of all the people who were there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, I couldn't blame her anyway. We've taken her for granted; too much to make her feel unimportant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6244494702485110770?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6244494702485110770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6244494702485110770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6244494702485110770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6244494702485110770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-you-get-my-bag-pls.html' title='can you get my bag, pls?'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4991201996177886980</id><published>2007-08-20T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:07:14.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>two hundred eleven pesos? :o tsk. tsk.</title><content type='html'>You look it over the following listand see how many of these things youhave done. BUT you have to ADD up themoney amount along the way. Then postthe amount that you are as the titleof the bulletin.PS: the smaller the better!&lt;br /&gt;1. Had sex: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoked: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;3. drank alcohol: P20.00&lt;br /&gt;4. Went skinny dipping: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;5. Kissed someone of the opposite sex:P1.00&lt;br /&gt;6. Kissed someone of the same sex:P15.00&lt;br /&gt;7. Cheated on a test: P10.00&lt;br /&gt;8. Fell asleep in class: P10.00&lt;br /&gt;9. Been expelled: P50.00&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;11. Given oral: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;12. Got oral: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;13. Prank called the police: P30.00&lt;br /&gt;14. Stole something: P30.00&lt;br /&gt;15. Done drugs: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;16.Dyed your hair: P10.00&lt;br /&gt;17. Done something sexually withsomeone older (like a few years):P50.00.&lt;br /&gt;18. Courted someone OVER 18 (if yourunder 18): P40.00&lt;br /&gt;19. Ate a whole bag of oreos: P30.00&lt;br /&gt;20. Cried yourself to sleep: P1.00&lt;br /&gt;21. Said you love someone but didntmean it: P10.00&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in love: P10.00&lt;br /&gt;23. Got caught doing something thatyou shouldnt have been doing: P40.00&lt;br /&gt;24. Went streaking: P4.00&lt;br /&gt;25. Got arrested: P50.00&lt;br /&gt;26. Cuddled: P4.00&lt;br /&gt;27. Peed in the pool: P5.00&lt;br /&gt;28. Played spin the bottle: P20.00&lt;br /&gt;29. Done something you regret: P20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up and post as "I COST P......if u do not repost u will have 5 years of bad luck&lt;br /&gt;You look it over the following list and see how many of these things you have done. BUT you have to ADD up the money amount along the way. Then post the amount that you are as the title of the bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Goodness! P211?? hahaha :) thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=18938708"&gt;NADES&lt;/a&gt; for posting this survey on friendster. }&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4991201996177886980?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4991201996177886980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4991201996177886980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4991201996177886980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4991201996177886980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-hundred-eleven-pesos-o-tsk-tsk.html' title='two hundred eleven pesos? :o tsk. tsk.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7717941281222864363</id><published>2007-07-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:50:34.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clock is Ticking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Global Warning: The World's Endangered Destinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at some of the places that may be in danger—and some that are already experiencing the effects of global warming.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="263" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/B3/E7AC6523A26DC1833713C0AEAA0B2.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Everglades, Florida&lt;/strong&gt;: Perhaps no region of the country is as vulnerable to climate change as Florida. Even a slight increase in temperature and water level could prove devastating to popular destinations like the Everglades, Miami Beach and the Keys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="267" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/9E/D531C1BC5126BF33855C2A6E4D35A4.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenai Fjords National Park, Alaska:&lt;/strong&gt; A sign in Kenai Fjords National Park indicates where the Exit Glacier reached in 1978; about a half-mile away from where it has receded to today. A jaw-dropping spectacle for the thousands of tourists who flock to Alaska each year, many Alaska glaciers are rapidly receding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stb.msn.com/i/B7/C86C43DCE5CA3867B031D726ADA8FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="196" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/B7/C86C43DCE5CA3867B031D726ADA8FA.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia’s Great Barrier Reef:&lt;/strong&gt; One of the most impressive natural habitats in the world, the Great Barrier Reef could be killed by increased water temperatures and the resulting coral bleaching. Australia is particularly vulnerable to global warming because of its large number of fragile ecosystems, uncertain water sources and a high concentration of people living on the coast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="235" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/B5/BC292BC163DAC628259B67C65F7B4D.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Netherlands:&lt;/strong&gt; Popular for its abundant windmills, tulips, art and history, low-lying Holland—long dependent on dams and dikes to keep the ocean out—is at great risk from damaging floods over the next century. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="263" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/7E/CC1D59707A9C47F64A376E9036C680.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mt. Kilimanjaro, Tanzania:&lt;/strong&gt; The first image of Kilimanjaro above was taken prior to 1998, the second in 2005. The fabled snows of Kilimanjaro have steadily declined over the past century, and all of its glaciers could be gone by 2020, according to a recent story in National Geographic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="266" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/EC/3BADEED1FBABDC349112BAE22CCFC.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funafuti, Tuvalu:&lt;/strong&gt; No countries are as fragile in the face of rising oceans as low-lying island nations, many of which are among the most popular tourist destinations. The tiny Pacific atoll nation of Tuvalu has been in talks with New Zealand about a possible evacuation of its 11,000 inhabitants if the oceans continue to rise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stb.msn.com/i/FC/1169E5509EFFCBCA1ED5C7C059BC8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="215" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/FC/1169E5509EFFCBCA1ED5C7C059BC8.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Georgia Island:&lt;/strong&gt; Rife with king penguins, seal, whales and albatross, South Georgia Island, located just north of Antarctica, has become a popular stopover for cruise ships in the south Atlantic. Studies have shown that both poles are warming at a rate far faster than the rest of the planet, leading to decreased ice thickness and an increase in ice shelf disintegration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correction—April 26, 2007: This article previously stated that the penguins on South Georgia Island were emperor penguins. As a reader pointed out, they are in fact king penguins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="192" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/13/627AECD8EBA2B2099571583EFAC80.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dalian, China:&lt;/strong&gt; Fast-growing China, shown here during a prolonged heat wave last year, is opening about one coal plant every day this year. Along with the U.S., China is one of the world's leading contributors to the greenhouse gases believed to be largely responsible for the increase in the Earth's temperature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="228" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/71/E9AEAC3D93ADC409217FE6795509.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venice, Italy:&lt;/strong&gt; No stranger to flooding, Venice has invested $4.5 billion in a floodgate system that is due to open in 2012. New estimates of changing ocean levels have led some critics to call into question the floodgates' ability to hold out the rising waters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="248" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/AE/70B6ACFBEC8A4177EE7B3174138E.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokyo, Japan:&lt;/strong&gt; Following Tokyo's first winter without snow in 131 years, the plum blossoms emerged three weeks earlier than normal this year. This occurrence is being echoed by migratory patterns and spawning cycles throughout the natural world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="270" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/4D/40DA39C971FE384A221B0671BC3EE.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wengen, Switzerland:&lt;/strong&gt; This January, 2007 photo of the Swiss Alps shows what some forecasters fear could be the near future for lower-elevation ski resorts. Climate scientists have projected that all of the glaciers in the Alps will be completely melted by 2050.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="227" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/14/579CBA31625A36F43F92A9B95882.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manhattan, New York City:&lt;/strong&gt; With high concentrations of population living just above sea level, New York and Los Angeles were listed in a recent report from the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change as being at risk of potentially catastrophic "megafloods" resulting from rising oceans and stronger storms in the next century.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="210" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/88/93734E59DB32B6928BBCEE2C6D48B0.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halong Bay, Vietnam:&lt;/strong&gt; With a high percentage of its population living along the coast, Vietnam faces considerable risk from the effects of global warming. Experts worry that developing nations may not have the resources available to thwart the dangers of climate change as readily as wealthier nations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="450" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/A4/48EC47AE2640C55C5AE123EE6DAE.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Claude Street Bridge, New Orleans:&lt;/strong&gt; Many climatologists believe that the increased temperature of the Gulf of Mexico led to the strengthening of hurricanes Katrina and Rita in the fall of 2005. Higher water temperatures could lead to a greater frequency of Category 4 and 5 hurricanes in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="245" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/F6/F4E48346D7F45790BA43B41A263C2.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London, England:&lt;/strong&gt; Designed to protect London from storm surges and extremely high tides, the Thames Barrier was opened in 1984. Some analysts fear that rising oceans will create conditions beyond the capabilities the barrier was designed to meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="308" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/9C/AE28C4A35AA5FDC92077A6BA2995.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Northwest Territories, Canada:&lt;/strong&gt; Polar bears have become one of the more obvious victims of the impact of global warming. With about 23,000 square miles of Arctic sea ice melting every year, the bears' hunting grounds are shrinking rapidly. Some scientists predict polar bears will be extinct in the next century. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.liveearth.msn.com/?GT1=10227"&gt;live earth on MSN&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://502soz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://502soz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7717941281222864363?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7717941281222864363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7717941281222864363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7717941281222864363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7717941281222864363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/07/clock-is-ticking.html' title='The Clock is Ticking.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7674532285253593858</id><published>2007-07-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:01:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life was bound to be broken eversince I got a mind of my own. I was wrapped with solitude, was very lonely and was afraid to face the world. There were some who tried to sprinkle a little care and made me happy for a little while. But in the end, they all did the same: &lt;s&gt;they gave me heartaches that will never be healed&lt;/s&gt;. Tired, knees on the ground, drifted with emotions - asking for help from every being I'd encounter. At long last and unexpectedly, my plead was heard from some meteor hanging from the horizon that very night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, that paragraph above is, somewhat, a bit fictional. But, honestly, it pictures out what my life is... on how I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am just totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[[ don't worry. iL edit this later.. =) ]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off I should go!^^,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7674532285253593858?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7674532285253593858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7674532285253593858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7674532285253593858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7674532285253593858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad.html' title='SAD.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-448274230982195531</id><published>2007-07-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:07:55.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I'm  e x h a u s t e d.&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;em&gt;pfft.&lt;/em&gt; Will you welcome me for being alive again? hehehehe :) This should have been my first &lt;strong&gt;"great"&lt;/strong&gt; post after 2 long months of being absent in the blogging world. Unfortunately, it's prelim week and I should prioritize my studies &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(nakz! &lt;em&gt;hilas bah?&lt;/em&gt; hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna post some interesting stuffs here when the workload is ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes my tagline again:&lt;br /&gt;Off I should go!! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-448274230982195531?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/448274230982195531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=448274230982195531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/448274230982195531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/448274230982195531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4773209983731388056</id><published>2007-05-19T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:48:40.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whoo! ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p106/thisbe_hearts_pyramus/CariDee_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love her.&lt;br /&gt;I love Ms. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caridee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[iL edit this Later.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4773209983731388056?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4773209983731388056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4773209983731388056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4773209983731388056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4773209983731388056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoo.html' title='Whoo! ^^'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7729759232160525521</id><published>2007-05-10T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:32:28.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><title type='text'>now, freeze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Sometimes, when I'm HAPPY, I want to control every corner of the world and embrace it for it to stop spinning. And if only I was the owner of TIME, I would try to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;freeze&lt;/span&gt; the moments that I don't want to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;loveteam's&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I felt so sad and angry because I could not be with him in any way. The night before his day, I labeled myself as a &lt;u&gt;flat broke&lt;/u&gt; after I've spent my last bucks for my cellphone load. I did it for the sake of hearing his voice over the phone and saying my special greetings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went on swiftly. I kept getting in touch with him through text messaging and at the same time, still feeling sorry for myself. Another heartbreaking incident followed when his sim was blocked. I don't know how that happened and it made me feel worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to console myself by texting other people close to me. I just got lucky when Khendy, one of my blockmates, said that she was with him and also with some of our blockmates. I was then beginning to panic when Khendy told me that he was coming over our house. I suspiciously thought that Khendy was just fooling me the whole time. So, I just sat relaxed outside our store reading the book written by &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Beth Day Romulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, he appeared right in front of me showing that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mezmerizing&lt;/span&gt; smile I've longed to see for days! I was a bit skittish, frozen for a couple of seconds. We walked, heading to the spot where we used to stay and talk for awhile before we head to our own houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of odd that he was the one who gave me a present when it was supposed to be his birthday! I felt so abashed that I don't even have anything to give. huhu. The only thing that I could offer that moment was my endearment. I gave him a big bear hug and at that moment, I wanted to whisper the words I've always wanted to cough out but I just couldn't dare.  It might not sound right but that's just how I feel. And I don't know why I still do not have that ENOUGH courage to let it &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. He really made me happy... Hope I did the same to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3u8nK1DDfks" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;isn't she amazing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&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/9208125422193005629-7729759232160525521?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7729759232160525521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7729759232160525521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7729759232160525521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7729759232160525521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-freeze.html' title='now, freeze.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-2746821541716869384</id><published>2007-05-09T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:33:06.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phhhhhhbbbt =p'/><title type='text'>blog entry stats? rising?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I strolled back to my old blog and found that the stats of one of my posts is rising. The last time I checked it, it was 50 or so.. And now it turned to 107! I don't know why it's the only entry that's been often read. And mind you, it was all about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ex! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have then concluded.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe he keeps on reading it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-2746821541716869384?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/2746821541716869384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=2746821541716869384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2746821541716869384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2746821541716869384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-entry-stats-rising.html' title='blog entry stats? rising?!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7044330150803348420</id><published>2007-05-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:04:25.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>Who is your favorite singer/band?&lt;br /&gt;: Tamia; Lea Salonga; Fall out boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you liked them?&lt;br /&gt;: bag-o pman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song by them?&lt;br /&gt;: Officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song in general?&lt;br /&gt;: a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vocalist?&lt;br /&gt;: many very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Bassist?&lt;br /&gt;: nairda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drummer?&lt;br /&gt;: marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What genre do you enjoy the most?&lt;br /&gt;: all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Racked up your friend numbers on&lt;br /&gt;Myspace with Bands?&lt;br /&gt;: no, grups lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite lyric?&lt;br /&gt;: but deep inside, i know, i'll be waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite male singer?&lt;br /&gt;: Josh G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite female singer?&lt;br /&gt;: LEA; Tamia; Yeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What instrument do you enjoy the most?&lt;br /&gt;: Guitar, Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs/memory is on your&lt;br /&gt;Ipod/MP3?&lt;br /&gt;: don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favortie music video?&lt;br /&gt;: Magbalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing-a-longer?&lt;br /&gt;: yep. sort of^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shower?&lt;br /&gt;: yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a concert, If so who/when?&lt;br /&gt;: bamboo. with ate and her bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hear most the music you&lt;br /&gt;like?&lt;br /&gt;: radio; tv; comp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegally download?&lt;br /&gt;: haha! yeeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many CD's do you own?&lt;br /&gt;: about 40? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite one?&lt;br /&gt;: santana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good song? (lyrics, bass&lt;br /&gt;line, guitar solo, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;: tanan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite guitar solo?&lt;br /&gt;: lorynel's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest song you've heard?&lt;br /&gt;: many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest musical passion? (band)&lt;br /&gt;: Fall Out Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song on your Friendster now?&lt;br /&gt;: Time in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;: ?_? simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;: Guitar, Piano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7044330150803348420?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7044330150803348420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7044330150803348420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7044330150803348420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7044330150803348420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4262204726888204657</id><published>2007-05-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:23:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desirious</title><content type='html'>urrg. the plum of summer! I hate to be trapped @ home dribbling over the time that should've been spent better outside the house. I've read a lot of blog entries and pictures from other people's profiles and blogs. My eyes just stand in awe to all the things other people are enjoying THIS SUMMER.  I just hate the feeling of seeing the same walls everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4262204726888204657?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4262204726888204657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4262204726888204657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4262204726888204657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4262204726888204657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/05/desirious.html' title='Desirious'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-8987226705104471627</id><published>2007-04-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:31:03.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa Bawat Araw na ika'y naaalala,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakas ang ngiti sa aking mukha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napapakanta, Napapasigaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sana ikaw ay kasama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa Bawat araw na ika'y nakikitang katabi niya,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hinihiling, Dinadasal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na balang Araw magiging ako siya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Konting Kwentuhan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako'y iyong napapasaya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Konting Halakhakan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magdamagang di nalilimutan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngunit Kanino ba'ng pangalan ang LAGI mong Sinasambit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayoko na, Pagod na ako.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi ko na alam kung ano pa ang maaari kong gawin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sana naman tama ito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sana naman hindi na mahuhulog pa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sana nga magawa nang pigilin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="style20 style3"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;HINDI ko na ipaglalaban PAG-IBIG ko sa'yo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I found this poem on one of my blogs that I have stopped updating. I was thinking, should I make a song this summer? Well, maybe this poem can be a good first verse of a song, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Currently, I am listening to &lt;strong&gt;their &lt;/strong&gt;song. I could still remember the time when I was so fanatic to their tandem. I could remember how sad I was when &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;has to go away. I could remember the promise I made. Life &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;really &lt;strong&gt;IRONIC.. &lt;/strong&gt;or perhaps, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One tick of the clock, you were there with someone else.. Then the next thing you knew, you were with another one.&lt;/p&gt;Or you pretend not to be falling to the prince in the storybook but you never noticed, you're already caught inlove, trapped and caressed in the arms of the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What I'm really trying to point out are the words, holding on. &lt;strong&gt;Holding on&lt;/strong&gt; has never been a problem... However, it's painful - on both sides, to the one who is loving and is loved.&lt;/p&gt;Bitter comes when you're only given a borrowed time. You've grabbed this chance but this chance would then be stealed back by the one who really owned it on the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;It pains me thinking that it could happen to me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whooooaaa! :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is too much. I'm getting too hysterical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I should go!! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-8987226705104471627?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/8987226705104471627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=8987226705104471627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/8987226705104471627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/8987226705104471627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/04/sa-bawat-araw-na-ikay-naaalala-bakas.html' title='ironic'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-2888774825640342870</id><published>2007-04-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:08:53.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>trying out korean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1176035472680.jpg" href="http://soz502.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1176035472680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="342" alt="1176035472680.jpg" src="http://soz502.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/1176035472680.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-2888774825640342870?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/2888774825640342870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=2888774825640342870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2888774825640342870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/2888774825640342870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/04/trying-out-korean.html' title='trying out korean'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4868076962752422075</id><published>2007-04-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:43:15.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Goo. Ugh!</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. I've been staring at the computer screen for almost 3 hours and I still can't find a single thing that could make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates - they are, I suppose, made to take our worries and &lt;strong&gt;goos &lt;/strong&gt;away. BUT I don't know why it still could not figure out what's wrong with me. Why all of a sudden I felt soooooo nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm troubled, I know. Maybe, the only answer for this tear-jerker feeling is for me to stop looking at other people's profiles that just haunt me and making me think of things that are non-existing. (confusing?..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Since, I'm not yet sleepy, I want to share a friend's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me call him &lt;em&gt;Mikki (for the sake of this post). &lt;/em&gt;He is a happy-go-lucky person and is loved by most. He has a girlfriend named &lt;em&gt;Jazzy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikki&lt;/em&gt; shared to me how he's so jealous with his gf's ex boyfriend because of some considerable reasons (e.g. STATUS; &lt;em&gt;I'm not telling the specific reasons, Mikki might get angry&lt;/em&gt; :p).&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I understand Mikki. Especially that &lt;em&gt;Jazzy &lt;/em&gt;keeps on mentioning about her ex bf unintentionally.. (Uhm, not really by mentioning his name but mentioning INCIDENTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikki told me that he happened to witness one event (with Jazzy and ex bf) that was then shared by Jazzy to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me if he should break up with his gf because the JEALOUSY is driving him crazy. However, he also could not take the loneliness and the heartbreak that would be the effect from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;The hardest and most difficult thing, besides saying sorry, is LETTING GO&lt;/em&gt; --.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good advicer, okay.. I only told Mikki not to easily bring things in conclusion (that's what I've learned from high school.. hehe!) and consider the feelings of Jazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's funny how easy for me to say this... Oh well. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft! enough of this.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sleepy... hehehe --,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Last words before I say good night --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Qoute by:&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt; Edna St Vincent Millay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt; Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. &lt;strong&gt;I miss you like hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss my loveteam^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I should &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4868076962752422075?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4868076962752422075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4868076962752422075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4868076962752422075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4868076962752422075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/04/goo-ugh.html' title='Goo. Ugh!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4339632068742716691</id><published>2007-03-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:42:01.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>revealed</title><content type='html'>I don't know why you have to dig up things that are not for you. I don't know why you have to slap all my little secrets on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I was just like your mirror image when you were still at my age? Or is it because all of the things that you did not have are bouncing back to &lt;strong&gt;ME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;MY OWN LIFE, &lt;/strong&gt;why can't you have yours too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago and up to present, I have respected your very personal life. I didn't even laid all your little secrets open before my parents' eyes. Why do you have to put me in shame and make me feel like I'm the &lt;strong&gt;MOST &lt;/strong&gt;buttoned-up person in the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though you really made me feel this way, I don't know why I still have to care for you even if all I get from you are scold and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for you, my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4339632068742716691?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4339632068742716691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4339632068742716691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4339632068742716691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4339632068742716691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/03/revealed.html' title='revealed'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7315893027593598106</id><published>2007-03-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:41:07.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I just left it somewhere.</title><content type='html'>*Bump it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked knowing that one of the poems I wrote during the first sem was posted on the official literary folio of our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I left it somewhere inside the school vicinity. haha. Funny it is but I say it is the chheeeezziest and musshhhiest composition that you'd ever read among all the poems and proses that has been posted there. And it is also the only literary post that has been written in vernacular (cebuano). Thank GOD that they didn't wrote the name of the person who really wrote it. [And I continue wishing that I didn't wrote my name in the paper where I wrote the poem]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off I should GO!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7315893027593598106?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7315893027593598106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7315893027593598106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7315893027593598106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7315893027593598106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-left-it-somewhere.html' title='I just left it somewhere.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7787042039304210</id><published>2007-03-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:39:43.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sablay'/><title type='text'>Oh, that hole!</title><content type='html'>I took a step to my left when I happened to block a car entering the sms grounds. Just as I took another step, I saw that there was a hole centimeters away from my feet. BECAUSE I ignored the hole &lt;em&gt;and because &lt;/em&gt;I was texting, I accidentally slid my left foot down the hole leaving it soaked with full-of-ewww-thing-BLACK liquid..&lt;strong&gt; [YUCKYY VERY MUCH!! :o]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;cuenqie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was there saving me from falling wholly to that &lt;em&gt;drainage(?)-something &lt;/em&gt;hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know where I got the idea of connecting it to what happened during the graduation program of one of my bestfriends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. Let me go straight to the point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went there to witness the finale of the High School Life of my &lt;em&gt;friend. &lt;/em&gt;I went there to see and somehow, reminisce the good old HS life. I went there to see shrek. I went there to see &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I admit, I made some excuses to cover up my TRUE intentions of why I visited and forced myself to be there. I admit I was a bit flashed with the idea that I'm gonna see him once again. I admit that at the moment I saw his face, I couldn't resist but feel that mixed emotions brought by .. hmm, i don't know.. maybe brought by the &lt;strong&gt;past blunders &lt;/strong&gt;or numerous &lt;em&gt;whatsoever&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gladly, I realized that all of the things happened in the past were just a tester for the direr things that are happening at present and will happen in the future..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All of those "feez" I felt during that night were just leftovers of those sentiments gone out and forgotten. I should not move back and take all those glimpses and little glances seriously for all of it are just cadged from fate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, I'm blessed that I've got someone who's willing to be there by my side when I need him (just like how he was able to save me from the hole.. hehe) or even when we just feel like chatting or fooling around. I feel so happy, honored, and a combination of all those nice feelings all-in-one residing inside my heart. Everything is just so nice and so plainly unexplainable.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, this post is long, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF I should GO!! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7787042039304210?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7787042039304210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7787042039304210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7787042039304210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7787042039304210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-that-hole.html' title='Oh, that hole!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6794522782550879192</id><published>2007-03-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:38:51.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>I was wrong</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am wrong. I could have told myself never to see her as someone bitchy or someone incomparable to any other girl. Yeah, she's pretty. So what? Why should I give prestigious honor to her beauty and leave nothing for me? Why should I think of words against her and her &lt;strong&gt;INNER &lt;/strong&gt;beauty when I only know nothing but her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She's just like any other girl - longing to be loved. &lt;/u&gt;I may have acted so mean to act rude against her. And heck, I feel so &lt;strong&gt;BAD. &lt;/strong&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't know me by character (because I know she knows me by name), but this I want to tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, even though you really haven't witnessed my acerbity. &lt;em&gt;I hope I could know more about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so how I wish to be your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6794522782550879192?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6794522782550879192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6794522782550879192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6794522782550879192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6794522782550879192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6983079185275847364</id><published>2007-03-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:37:58.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>God planned it so well.</title><content type='html'>{talking to self = talking to God}...Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to start this. I don't know how you (God) made it all possible. Or did you give me a &lt;em&gt;sign? &lt;/em&gt;Maybe. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unending feeling of frustation has &lt;strong&gt;somewhat &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;hmm, i guess, partly?) &lt;/em&gt;ended. Yah, I know, I know. I should not sum it to the point that I'm not sure of. But you see, I mean, I saw how good &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;planned it all. That very day when you helped &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tsap&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "recover". Of course, I know you know who tsap is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it your intention to let it happen on the same day? Or was it just a mere coincidence ? Phhhbbbt. Nah, it's not a big deal, ryt? Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing.. I'm really speechless. &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;made it a day of recovering/healing and a day of a new beginning? And you even made 2 things connected when they're not! Of course, we all know that after healing then exist a beginning. whooh, *claps for you!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You... Again. For EVERYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for this UNpredictable post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a bit wierd, ryt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Try talking to &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And reminder:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't just do it today..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;Make it everyday! Ü&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6983079185275847364?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6983079185275847364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6983079185275847364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6983079185275847364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6983079185275847364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-planned-it-so-well.html' title='God planned it so well.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-5372556019556384961</id><published>2007-02-20T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:36:37.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Just worried</title><content type='html'>I could not complain to God because everything seems to be perfect. I'm just a bit worried and a bit confused of the things that might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this far - so far from the HAPLESS, SOLITARIAN and DISTORTED&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Old me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just so afraid with what one of my blockmates said awhile ago when we were chatting at one of the kiosks near the canteen. He/She said, "everything for the &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; of you seemed to be perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not tell. I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to tell. I don't want to expect anything.. I want to hold on for this &lt;strong&gt;THING &lt;/strong&gt;which seemed to be borrowed - but my insecurity is driving me insane. I don't want to show everyone that nothing would ever top what I'm feeling these days.I don't want to scream it all out! But I know, it really shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I simply don't want to loose it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnyt! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I should Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-5372556019556384961?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/5372556019556384961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=5372556019556384961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5372556019556384961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5372556019556384961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-worried.html' title='Just worried'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-577014849020254175</id><published>2007-01-27T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:34:10.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>Blinded. Bored.</title><content type='html'>I've been doing the same things all day: Eat, watch t.v., Log in on the internet, make blogs for friends, texting, eat again, watch t.v... and so the list just does not end. I don't know what's gonna happen before I end up sleeping in my bed later at night.. I dunno. I'm just damn bored. hmmph. Maybe because I was trapped in this house for two days of no classes. My friends texted me that they were at school - chatting, laughing and all. Well, I guess this two-day rest is just meant for an overstressed me. hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. I'm overstressed. I didn't have enough sleep for over three nights (From Sunday to Tuesday) because I was trying to focus on my midterm exams and my previous rumblings about my &lt;strong&gt;newfangled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; on someone. *sigh* Why does it really had to come together on the same dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard having a blog that's been read by the people you wanted to talk about. Especially when they keep on visiting your blog. It sux. I can't express explicitly the things I want to let out off my head. Over and over, they try to compliment on the things I was writing about and then later on, complain about why I wrote that. Grrr. It's just what I feel and it is what I really wanted to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were hurt, sad or dissappointed by what I wrote, &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/strong&gt;It's better to tell the truth than hiding what seems to be there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soz502.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/boring.jpg" title="Boring"&gt;&lt;img src="http://soz502.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/boring.jpg" alt="Boring" height="310" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wheee! :) Now that's better. Someone feels the same way as I am! :)&lt;br /&gt;Off I should go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-577014849020254175?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/577014849020254175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=577014849020254175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/577014849020254175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/577014849020254175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/01/blinded-bored.html' title='Blinded. Bored.'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6137069243454543046</id><published>2007-01-22T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:32:35.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy-ness'/><title type='text'>Away from Me</title><content type='html'>I feel jokes played on me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they talk about you and Lee&lt;br /&gt;They don't see the pain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision of regrets in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And threats towards what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I even tried to peel&lt;br /&gt;What seems to be growing&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop my heart from pounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you away, away from me&lt;br /&gt;I want to run and let all be&lt;br /&gt;What (maybe) you and other people see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to confuse you&lt;br /&gt;But you seem to feel it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I really wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;Is who's on your head and&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps you awake at night&lt;br /&gt;and if your Love for Lee&lt;br /&gt;Is still alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm missing a big&lt;br /&gt;Part of me..&lt;br /&gt;And that is &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why I think you still need&lt;br /&gt;to be away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6137069243454543046?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6137069243454543046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6137069243454543046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6137069243454543046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6137069243454543046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/01/away-from-me.html' title='Away from Me'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-3817797013790663669</id><published>2007-01-17T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:31:26.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Friend = Lover?</title><content type='html'>How would you react if someone told you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I just want to be your friend because I don't want to lose you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you call someone you know that you've fallen in love with but could not utter the words because of the fear of the outcome? How would you call this "something" when two persons admitted that there is this thing between the both of them but both of them just wanted to ignore it and could not let anything happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often regard this as M.U.ship - no commitment; just plain friendship added with a little bit of sweetness and care for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would often think that they enjoy one another's company... But little do we know that there are pent-up emotions hidden inside. Why and How? Here's a situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy and girl are engaged in a M.U.ship.. Both know what they feel for each other. Both know the existence of "magic" when they're together. However, once the girl goes with another boy and looked like they're so sweet with each other, the boy could not complain and would just stay silent on one corner, trying to draw a normal smile on his face like nothing really happened that made him jealous. Hard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to ask another question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is this what we really get from not choosing to have a commitment? Or we really have this commitment but we act just like we don't need to have it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-3817797013790663669?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/3817797013790663669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=3817797013790663669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3817797013790663669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3817797013790663669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/01/friend-lover.html' title='Friend = Lover?'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1530682278414310755</id><published>2007-01-14T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:30:18.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://soz502.wordpress.com/2007/01/14/my-day/image_00382jpg/" rel="attachment wp-att-5" title="image_00382.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soz502.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/image_00410.jpg" title="image_00410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 206px;" src="http://soz502.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/image_00410.jpg" alt="image_00410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that I get the chance to reveal my appearance.. hehe, &lt;em&gt;Pabayaan niyo na ako.. It's my BIRTHDAY! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what's gonna make me feel better is knowing that even if I'm getting older and even if tons of KSP problems are piling up, I'm still loving myself and my life! Ryt? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what Confucius said.. To "be a lotus", no matter how evil, rude and ugly the people around you might become. As long as you stay beautiful in and out, everyone will follow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just could not ignore how ironically things happen.. One turn, I can get happy with somebody's smile. And on my second turn, someone's gonna screw all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. I did not have the sweetest last seconds of being sixteen, but I stayed smiling while sitting inside Pearlmont's Bayanihan Ball room. I thought everyone else were too busy watching the debut of my High School friend. Just as minutes after the 12 mn struck, Caryn, the debutante, announced in front of the audience that it's my birthday.. I've never been greeted that way. I feel so honored that even if it was not my birthday celebration, I still had greetings from a great number of guests who attended the debut who do not even know who I am. They just knew me as the girl who sang in front of them. It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting bitter as the hours were slowly fading.. I even had my first day of period. Rawr! hehehe.. I did not even attended my NSTP class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bitter came across, then there would also be Unforgettable moments. I had my first-given teddy bear from someone close to me who never fails to make me smile.. It's also the first time that I received a cake from my LIFETIME Bestfriends, The Perfect Ten. AND it is nice reminiscing that someone made me smile while holding my hand during the "OUR FATHER" part of the 5:30 pm mass @ Xavier Chapel.. Thanks to you.. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish for something off board... I just want a PEACEFUL LIFE. Hope God will grant me this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I should Go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1530682278414310755?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1530682278414310755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1530682278414310755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1530682278414310755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1530682278414310755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-984523185080504505</id><published>2006-12-25T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:06:46.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is not really my wishlist. it&amp;#39;s just that i find him soo cute! ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="/photo/calliope.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#000033" face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;I know, this is just mere FANTASY.&lt;/font&gt; I realized that it&amp;#39;s more fun having fantasies than facing the reality - not to mention, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;reality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder, why is it&amp;nbsp;so painful when it comes to facing the REALITY rather than dreaming? Of course, the answer would be too obvious. We could easily let go of these&amp;nbsp;fantasies which we only experience in our minds, by not having hands-on experiences or should I say, by not having those kinesthetic experiences of which we need to use all our senses. Life&amp;#39;s been always like that. We needed to dream&amp;nbsp;or kiss our enemies away. However, we also need to face what&amp;#39;s laid on our table.&amp;nbsp;Am I reaching to you, my reader? Well,&amp;nbsp;it doesn&amp;#39;t matter.&amp;nbsp; Whether you&amp;#39;ve understood what I&amp;#39;ve jot down here or not, it&amp;#39;s still&amp;nbsp;your choice if you&amp;#39;d have to search for what I&amp;#39;m really trying to say here. Hmm.. and speaking of choices, CHOICES also&amp;nbsp;hold a big part in our reality.&amp;nbsp;Of whether we choose to live in good moral or not; we choose to FORGIVE or not; we choose to say SORRY or not, it&amp;#39;s still our&amp;nbsp;decision and we all know that&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;SIMPLE CHOICE might change&amp;nbsp;our FATE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We&amp;#39;ve done a lot of changes in year 2006 - may it be on political, environmental, or&amp;nbsp;personal aspects. We&amp;#39;ve grown enough. We have also LEARNED A LOT. May your year ends well with a peaceful heart to begin with a new life in this incoming 2007. I am here greeting you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :) Take care, reader!! :))&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-984523185080504505?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/984523185080504505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=984523185080504505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/984523185080504505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/984523185080504505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4375184362655991039</id><published>2006-07-18T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:13:07.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Walang Sablay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd entitle this day as, "Walang Sablay". Last week, I wasn't able to update my blog because school works were piling up. But to tell you the truth, my life in college has no difference with my life in highschool. It's nice knowing that God still gives you chances to change the things you've done WRONGLY before. A lot of things have changed. There were things in the past which I really want to have that I can already get in just a walk right now. Fewer school works, no activity cards. Things were a little simpler. However, it's really hard if you would just disregard things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, wednesday, after my math class, I went to my teacher and waited just to ask if she already got my paper which I forgot to get from her. Unfortunately, there was this student before me who had asked a number of questions to my teacher which took a lot of minutes to end. It made me worry of being late to my next class. After that inquisitive boy, I rushed myself to my teacher and asked her about my paper. And then she just told me, "Ay, nalimut man ko.. Pwd sa friday na lang?" .. &lt;i&gt;Okay, fine.&lt;/i&gt; Does this mean I waited for nothing?? But anyway, After talking to my teacher, I ran through the corridors, hoping that I wasn't that late for my next class. I reached the 3rd floor of commerce bldg. and saw Karl and Yam-Yam. I rushed myself and told karl to give way kay ma late na lagi ko.. Hehe.. To my surprise, the next thing I knew, I was already on the ground, with all those people STARING at me.. OoooHh!!!! =/ what an embarassing moment that was.. I bruised my left arm with two scratches, one at the wrist and a big one at my elbow. Karl and Yam-Yam then accompanied me through the STC bldg. &lt;i&gt;Whew! Maygani naa na gyud ko dnhi duol sa amo rum&lt;/i&gt;.. and I thank God I was really not late. I washed my wound on the girl's C.R. and when I got out, I saw my math teacher passed just in front of me. Wahhh!! naulit gyud ko.. Dungan ra diay mi nag lakaw2x?? It means, if I was not making &lt;i&gt;taranta&lt;/i&gt;, I could have not gotten these bruises! My english teacher then just arrived minutes after I got into the room and I asked permission to go to the clinic. Maybe I was really right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ako na nga ba talaga ang REYNA ng &lt;i&gt;SABLAY&lt;/i&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;off I should Go! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4375184362655991039?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4375184362655991039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4375184362655991039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4375184362655991039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4375184362655991039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/07/walang-sablay.html' title='Walang Sablay?'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-5415663824558320099</id><published>2006-06-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:11:19.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally! Finally! Finally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am able to find time to write this which I promised to edit on the 2nd of June. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I was just soo happy @ that time being able to hike again @ the most memorable place of our barkada(&amp; et. al.) which most of us call it 'heaven'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We usually go there when we couldn't find anything else to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was pretty sunny @ half-past three o'clock in the afternoon of June 2 when we started to climb the mount. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When we arrived the part which we call the 'meeting place', 2 of my friends came calling us @ the other side of the crest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, we went there and entered the private owned land which was named "High Ridge". Unfortunately, we need to pay the P20 charge upon entering the location. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We also bought ourselves some softdrinks and junk foods to chomp while we enjoy the said site. We had such great time playing around and talking about the very near future and the almost forgotten past happenings in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But Suddenly, the clouds dimmed and began to have a light rainfall and later began to shower harder when we were still enjoying the place . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We then decided to shelter ourselves at the closed restaurant just within High Ridge and began to walk back when the rain was slightly off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We arrived at aluba and all of us are completely soaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will never forget that moment when I sitted myself silently at one corner of a store when I felt a twinge knowing that those things happened that afternoon might never happen again.. And the thought of we were not complete made me feel worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kung karon pa lang gani nga dili nami kumpleto nga wala pa nagsugod ang klase, unsaon na lang kaha kung muabot ang time nga maglisod na mi ug kita kita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hai. College. A new verse in our lives. Come what May... Come what may! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a small notice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We're going to DAVAO tomorrow, after the orientation of my sisters. I might not be able to update my blog when I'm there... Just gimme some hugz, or a simple msg. @ my tagboard, or even COMMENT this post... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OFF i should Go! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-5415663824558320099?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/5415663824558320099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=5415663824558320099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5415663824558320099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5415663824558320099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-3119111650049137815</id><published>2006-05-27T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:09:50.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><title type='text'>Just SAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: The date is edited. This was posted on June 1, 2006 but the entry is for May 26, 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/17/17443vtj9qafvtg.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;[sOri, I'm Just sOo Sad and I hate to say that I can't post the reason why... You all know that BLOGGING lets people read your feelings or thoughts and I'm afraid that the PERSON that I'm going to talk about might read this. I just want to mark this day as ONE of those days I would really HATE to remember or just to REMIND myself never ever ever to FALL for that guy again.. T_T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wahaha!!;p DRAMAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, I have ANOTHER 'wOrds For Him':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Do you know that I care for YOU so much that even through many times you've unintentionally HURT me, I still do not know how to make my heart understand that You will never be MEANT FOR ME.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(This is going to be the last POEM for him... and I SWEAR never to make another one in the future.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Bawat Araw na ika'y naaalala,&lt;br /&gt;Bakas ang ngiti sa aking mukha.&lt;br /&gt;Napapakanta, Napapasigaw&lt;br /&gt;Sana ikaw ay kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Bawat araw na ika'y nakikitang katabi niya,&lt;br /&gt;Hinihiling, Dinadasal,&lt;br /&gt;Na balang Araw magiging ako siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konting Kwentuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong napapasaya.&lt;br /&gt;Konting Halakhakan,&lt;br /&gt;Magdamagang di nalilimutan.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit Kanino ba'ng pangalan ang LAGI mong Sinasambit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na, Pagod na ako.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam kung ano pa ang maari kong gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman tama ito.&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman hindi na mahuhulog pa.&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga magawa nang pigilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI ko na ipaglalaban PAG-IBIG ko sa'yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ngekz. I'm acting sOo weird! Hehehe.. Why should I waste my time for this Guy?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;Goo ByE!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-3119111650049137815?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/3119111650049137815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=3119111650049137815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3119111650049137815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3119111650049137815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-sad.html' title='Just SAD'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-3081700922426968448</id><published>2006-05-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:06:54.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Treaded Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why Treaded Stones? Don't Ask me. I don't even know why.. LoL.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yay! naa na pud ko inspiration para mag write ug entry.. Hehe=)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;NyhOo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what I jz fOund!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 235px; height: 207px;" alt="Shoes nako! =)" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/6213/animsipaka5wc.gif" height="422" width="543" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw this when I was sneeking some old pics in the PC.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I found out that I left a mark @ the peak of Sipaka, Talisayan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the highest Mountain in the worLd! LoL. =p u know im jz kidding..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ala &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LEO Orasion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kuno.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just went there during Holy week to climb and feel the agony of christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of being a mountain climber, I'm so proud na ABS ang naka una.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno why I hate the t.v. station GMA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe bacause they show too much about the&lt;strong&gt; importance of ratings&lt;/strong&gt; and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why, they end up looking like TH people or to make it easy, LOSERS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha! (oops, peace sa mga taga GMA.. hehe.. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I know na GMA ang naka una sa idea.. Hehe =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mga awatero pud ang ABS.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, both t.v. stations do the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change topic..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's another pic that I saw.. But I never wish to show it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was taken during one of the parties held @ our house.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naa man gyud isa ka tao dadto.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Former&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crush nako.. Hihi!! =o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absolutely not the &lt;u&gt;eight-years-guy.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm.. It just made me wonder why, upon staring @ the pic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his eyes still give that butterflies in my stomach and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his Face with a simple smile says something that I want to snatch..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nakzZ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero, I already said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my heart after seeing him @ wadhu's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holding another girl's hand, saying sweet nothings to each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blah, blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In short, naka move on nako.. Waheheh.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recieved an unexpected &lt;u&gt;missed call&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From someone living in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinsa kaha to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LoLx..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'tiL here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buhboOsh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-3081700922426968448?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/3081700922426968448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=3081700922426968448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3081700922426968448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3081700922426968448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/05/treaded-stones.html' title='Treaded Stones'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7449777615163340355</id><published>2006-05-18T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:00:42.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pieces Of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;[edited]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Ashlee Simpsons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;* Thanx to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://utakgago.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; for the reminder. =) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;On a Monday, I am waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Tuesday, I am fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;And by Wednesday, I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Then the phone rings, I hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;And the darkness is a clear view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Cuz you've come to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Fall... With you, I fall so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I can hardly catch my breath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I hope it lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It's as if you've known me better than I ever knew myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I am moody, messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I get restless, and it's senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;How you never seem to care&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry, you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Make me happy is your mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;And you won't stop til I'm there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I hit that bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Crash, you're all I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It's as if you known me better than I ever knew myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I love how you can tellAll the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;How do you know everything I'm about to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Am I that obvious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;And if it's written on my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I hope it never goes away... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;On a Monday, I am waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;So I can breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;It's as if you've know me better than I ever knew myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song says it all. Phrase by Phrase, it tells something about someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;whom I've only known for over a year from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yes, I admit. There are times that I fall for him fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I never wish for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's enough for me to be his friend and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm truly blessed to have known someone like him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wahaha!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Baggadang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Words for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The World is bound to be small and I care if you find the girl that you let go just recently after (maybe) 5 years of being separated from each other.. I know you still have that 'feelings' for her. Go on. Wait till fate brings you back again. =') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I went to greenhills yesterday to console a high school friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because her mother died with the disease &lt;em&gt;Lukemia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;14 SMS HS graduates were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It is really unstoppable if you feel pity for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Loosing someone you're really close with is very painful especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When it's your mother who took good care of you for all your life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As for my classmate who lost her mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;be strong! Challenges aren't going anywhere if you won't show you're strong.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And GOD BLESS.. Hope you'd continue life even though I know it's really that hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And to my MOTHER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Even though I know you'll not be able to read this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BELATED HAPPY MOTHER's DAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry for all the wrong things I've done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've learned my lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;THANK YOU for EVERYTHING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;\\\i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; hEart u very Much!!///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;whoist! I saw pala Mr. Scolum(Or should I say Mr. Pieces of me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sa XU... 'tong mag simba unta ko.. Pero, la na tuloy kay 5:30 na sa hapon unya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;kailangan na kaayo ko mu uli.. Miss You na, Friend! Hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Siao, Tinuod imong gi ingun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Whaha! Secret na 'to namu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hihihi;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios, Friends!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7449777615163340355?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7449777615163340355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7449777615163340355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7449777615163340355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7449777615163340355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/05/pieces-of-me.html' title='The Pieces of Me'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-4922802995869166173</id><published>2006-04-30T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:04:45.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>HS Life</title><content type='html'>Haii.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;High SchOoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LiFe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Inaaway mo ba yung gurad sa gate nyo pag di ka pinapapasok?&lt;br /&gt;``` dili kay maka sulod ra man gyapun ko. =) Mangayo lang ug slip kang &lt;b&gt;Ma'am Karen &lt;/b&gt;, AyuZz naH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lagi ka bang nalelate?&lt;br /&gt;``` Almost every flag ceremony! Lol. Langan sayoO kau! hehe.. La na dayun ko na late kau adtong gi change ang time from 7:40 to 8:00... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Complete Uniform ka ba lagi?&lt;br /&gt;``` Uhm, dili.. Sahay man gyud gkalimtan nko akong ID. Tsk.. Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sumusunod ka ba lagi sa mga school rules?&lt;br /&gt;``` Oo.. kay kailangan man. Student Council man gud! =p Pero, naa man cguro tyms nga lako ka follow.. Lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Kumakanta ka ba ng Pambansang Awit at School Hymn tuwing Flag Ceremonies?&lt;br /&gt;``` U-huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Active ka ba sa klase?&lt;br /&gt;``` Sahay, pag groupings.. Ug kung Physics! Pero, dili japun ko kasabot.. Toink! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Mababa ba ang IQ mo o mataas?&lt;br /&gt;``` err.. ambOt lang.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Nakikipagdaldalan ka ba habang naglelesson ang teacher?&lt;br /&gt;``` Sahay... Lol =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Hinaharass mo ba ang mga teacher niyo?&lt;br /&gt;``` huh?! heLLUhrRsh.. Murag sila kaha ang gapang harass! haha! peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Napapunta ka na ba sa prefect of discipline's office dahil sa kabalbalan?&lt;br /&gt;``` NoOo! As in, ZERO! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Napahiya ka na ba sa klase?&lt;br /&gt;``` ay! hihih.. ikadaghan! TOO MANY to mention. Lolz=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Napahiya ka na ba ng teacher sa klase?&lt;br /&gt;``` oo. hmmph! =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Gumagawa ka ba ng assgn. o copya?&lt;br /&gt;``` depends.. kung dali ra, gabuhat. kung dili, mag copya. hihi=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) kumakain ka ba tuwing break?&lt;br /&gt;``` Langan! Ako kaha ang Snack Bag sa among Barkada! LoLzZz..! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Ano ang firstline ng School Hymn ninyo?&lt;br /&gt;``` St. Mary's on the hill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Naging Medalist ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;``` 3rd yr., Bronze Medalist. 4th yr., nawala ko sa lista.. crap! &gt;.&lt; hehe="p" lol="p"&gt;PHYSICS!! &gt;_&lt;&gt;CUGAY nuon!! &lt;i&gt;Gosh!! &lt;/i&gt;Gimingaw na nuon ko, ngeh! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28) In general,love mo highschool?&lt;br /&gt;``` Of course I do! &lt;b&gt;VERY MUCH!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hahaii.. I juz want to post this because I know a month from now, skwela napud! Ang nakalahi lang, dili na pareho nga school akong sudlan.. =/ University na! Huhu.. And I will miss my barkadas.. Especially &lt;b&gt;MarKiE &lt;/b&gt;nga maglarga na karong &lt;b&gt;May 5 &lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Janus &lt;/b&gt;karong &lt;b&gt;May 8 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Both Markie and Janus are going to Manila, Skul sila sa U.P.] and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jo-Ann.. &lt;/strong&gt;dili ko kblo when siya maglarga pero sa MSU daw siya mag school sa Marawi.. Huhu.. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iLL Miss You Guys!! Take Care Moh.. Ayaw mo Pagutom..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AnyHoo.. AnyHoW.. AnyWeiZz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch sa ko PBB.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adios Mi Amigo/Amiga! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-4922802995869166173?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/4922802995869166173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=4922802995869166173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4922802995869166173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/4922802995869166173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/hs-life.html' title='HS Life'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7740726481865901232</id><published>2006-04-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:02:28.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><title type='text'>Mr. Jigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could always remember the thud of the stereo banging in the hall,the aroma of the flowers scattered all along the red carpet,the shimmering dresses of every girl in the room,the dim of the soft lights&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the tears slowly rolling down my cheeks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was actually joking about the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hehe..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By accident, I was reminded about the PROM night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;when I happened to see 'Mr. Jigs'&lt;em&gt;(my grade 1 crush.. Haha! Na remember pa nako! Woohoo!)&lt;/em&gt;wandering around limketkai mall.He wore a pink shirt with matching hip pants and a wooden necklace wrapped around his neck.&lt;i&gt;Sosyalan! Naka-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. . . r e m i n i s c e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;PROM&lt;/b&gt; Proper: (02/24/06) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before the program started, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;there were students from &lt;b&gt;ANGELICUM LEARNING CENTRE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;staying near our venue. There I saw 'Mr. Jigs' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;when coincidentally their school also set the date and the time same as ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[[&lt;/strong&gt;That was the reason why my memory had this rewind to all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;goings-on during the Prom with a HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;exemption with what I felt about &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;skidfo&lt;/span&gt; that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hehe..&lt;strong&gt;]]]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where man mi nagka classmates?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I studied @ Angelicum when I was in kinder 2 and grade 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why name him 'Mr. Jigs'?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kay Jig means leap and leap is quite connected with dancing. He really dances well and it made him won the title &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Mr. Valentines'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on Valentines day when we were still in grade 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kay Naka-talk na man pud ko about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skidfo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lubos-luboson na lang pud nako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;La'y Lingaw nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was Thinking about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some minutes after I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I was still in Bed that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I washed my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went to the other room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Nganu kha siya ang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nasa akong utok karon?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I went inside, and suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I remembered that very Sunday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katong kami ra duha [inc. the guard]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sa school. Grabeh amo sturya adto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lingaw siya, infairness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And then, suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I laughed. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just could not imagine both of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;talking like we're really that close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Gosh. Basig FC ra kaau ko adto nga tym, bh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I dunno why the wind brought me to the calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. Let me look @ the date today..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*GASP!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nag one month na diay ang iyang birthday?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mao siguro to.. 1 month na after sa iya birthday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mao siguro siya ako gka think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cge, tulog nako..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mib.bpcdn.us/grafix14/08.gif" border="0" /&gt;ChEe ciaO! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7740726481865901232?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7740726481865901232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7740726481865901232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7740726481865901232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7740726481865901232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-jigs.html' title='Mr. Jigs'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6110383729494617129</id><published>2006-04-24T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:58:26.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Learn to FORGET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think that it’s easy to solve a problem when your enemy&lt;br /&gt;Would not spare a second to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone inquisitive about this problem&lt;br /&gt;But I think there is no time left&lt;br /&gt;For it to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;I just lost my smart SIM card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everywhere I go,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I lost the very thing&lt;br /&gt;that would bring our friendship back,&lt;br /&gt;I could never ever erase even&lt;br /&gt;A single letter of his name&lt;br /&gt;In my mind. Just like last night, a high&lt;br /&gt;School friend was asking,&lt;br /&gt;“Ooi, kumusta na man mo ni ‘skidfo’?!”&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read his name on that text message,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like my heart was torn into pieces again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know he has done something bad to me,&lt;br /&gt;and I know for myself&lt;br /&gt;that I've been very bad to him, too.&lt;br /&gt;I did not seek or have done something like revenge.&lt;br /&gt;However, someone did it for me&lt;br /&gt;but I never ordered him/her to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I could not just blame him/her but I think&lt;br /&gt;he/she has worsen the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never told him/her my hard feelings for 'skidfo'!&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I should GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6110383729494617129?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6110383729494617129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6110383729494617129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6110383729494617129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6110383729494617129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/learn-to-forget.html' title='Learn to FORGET'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-480819785433635670</id><published>2006-04-19T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:55:41.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="warning!" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/10/10750dpc197yljx.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; Look - If you can't take reading Explicit Awful Words, then might as well don't read this entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm soo down in the dumps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I did everything to get some praises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But I did not even got a single 'wOw'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dO you get what I mean?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I did everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;did some searching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;didn't slept well for about 90+ days just to be able to create &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;an impressive work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No. This isn't about school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is about something CRAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you know how it feels? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When all the things you've done didn't paid off?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And wOrst, ALL those praises I should have earned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;were given to someone who doesn't even deserve one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There are only two things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to tell YOU, my precious Foe!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eat that CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="=" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/10/10788ii8wwb8cti.gif" border="0" height="99" width="98" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hihi =p&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-480819785433635670?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/480819785433635670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=480819785433635670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/480819785433635670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/480819785433635670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7689732454589345414</id><published>2006-04-13T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:53:46.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Forbidden Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="sleepy head" src="http://avatars.jurko.net/avt/2630172.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I found myself doing nothing but munching all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is good to have another hobby besides gluing yourself in front of the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And mine is playing the piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Narda was stuck on my mind since I first heard it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Even my friend, Sheena, is pleading me to sing Narda while she plays the guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Unfortunately, her guitar lost its strings and she still needs to fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was beginning to play the song that was first taught to me with my first piano teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She was the ex-girlfriend of my uncle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She taught me playing WIDOW piano pieces and how to position your fingers on the keyboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have learned a lot from her but her teaching with me ended when she had to go on a board exam in Manila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then I had this crazy thought in mind… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why shouldnt I play NARDA in the piano?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lucky for me that by the first chance I was able to hit the first note on the piano correctly and began to finish the song.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My sister also learned playing the piano because of me. She plays the songs I write in widow and that makes me proud of myself.. hehehe.. and a part for my sister… Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I was kinda saturated with thinking of the notes for NARDA, my mind began to search for other piano pcs. that I can play without a copy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="reminisce" src="http://avatars.jurko.net/avt/366.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The next thing I knew, I was already playing the song Beauty and Beast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I started to reminisce as I continue pressing the keys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Out of the Blue, I could not believe myself still being able to play that song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Together with that song was a story that ended well and a beginning of a new story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Whew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I dont want you to read that story here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I need to protect this blog and I dont want that incident to happen again when I had this unexpected fight with a friend when he/she was able to read my old blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Thoughts are thoughts and they are, for me, unchangeable. I mean, there is time for everything. And there is time for change. r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hehehe…gtg!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7689732454589345414?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7689732454589345414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7689732454589345414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7689732454589345414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7689732454589345414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/forbidden-thoughts.html' title='Forbidden Thoughts'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-3166866328205325599</id><published>2006-04-13T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:51:28.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>What's in my Journal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hi everyone!! It's gOod to be bacK herE...!!! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LATE BREAKING UPDATE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Cebu last FridAy and I knoW that I wOuld not be able to update my blog whiLe im there.. sO, I decided to place an indication that i'm on a blog leave. hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;`* Cebu - The pLace to be. *`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;[what's in my journal?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Board @ Cebu Ferries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time: 7:15 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;April 7, 2006, Friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Departure Time: 8:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm here on my bed writing on my journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'd be posting this on my blog the moment I'd be home. tEeheE!! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr.. i tell you. my bEd is located near the aircon and it's soo damn coLd!!=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see the window way up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh, Mark and Sheena are still getting in touch with me right now through text &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I know later the signal would be out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish it would not be that soon after we leave CDO.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:45 pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm here @ Cebu ferries' RestObar with my famiLy to get some foOd to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why at this time and place would I still hear that sOng?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which reminds me of someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please bear with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really that sensitive in hearing songs especially when I do not want to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next sOng PLEASE! :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bLah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget abOut it. hmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but honestly speaking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really do miss him. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His messages are still stored in my phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my hands are just too weak to erase them. huhuhu.. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question in mind:&lt;/u&gt; Why can't I dare erase them?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason:&lt;/u&gt; I'm still seeking for an answer and hope to find them on those messages. [convincing?!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;words for myself:&lt;/u&gt; huh?! you mean, finding an answer by reading it over and over again?! Gosh. You're going crazy, soz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to my bed after this and do some other things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh, anyway, I saw Ana MArfori with her famiLy but we weren't able to greet each other.. hehe.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;11:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The signal is out. I guess I just have to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2006 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2:16 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WhOa!! 11 messages recieved?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh well.. It's good to have the signal back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought everyone's asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's nice to still hear from Josh at this time of the day. h&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ehehe... Naa daw siya ManiLa?! hmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time:@ about 7:00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Arrived @ Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZAI!!! =) Zai's here @ Cebu,too..&lt;br /&gt;We're going to stay @ the Paragon Hotel just near Robinson's Mall and we'll be having a visit on different tourist spots in Cebu later after we eat our breakfast.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great luck for us because we were able to borrow a car and (take note!;p) a DRIVER.. WeEeHh!! Thanks to my dad's friend!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That way, we did not have to struggle looking for taxis in every stop we take on different spots, spend too much money and being lost in Cebu. And dili lang siya driver, hah..pwede sad siya mahimog TOURIST GUIDE. hehehe...=p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He always knows where the best places in Cebu are located and Where you can buy cheaper things that are only found in Cebu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Board @ Trans Asia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;April 9, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sunday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Departure Time: 8:00 pm &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, we're here @ Trans Asia because my father already wants the driver to take some rest. Don't you think it's too early for us to be here?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pero ok lang.. Gikapoy na man pud ko.. I also found out that the food here in Trans Asia are much more cheaper than those @ Cebu Ferries. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's too soon for us to be back to CDO. I also feel like I want to stay in Cebu a little more longer. Let's say, 4 years?! heheheh.. Just kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't wanna leave CDO, too.. But if you look at it, there are more job opportunities in Cebu than in CDO... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister also told me that she wanted to work in Cebu. heheh.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we had this silly thought of 'what if both of us would stay in Cebu..?'.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll study there and at the same time, she'll also be working there. Hahah.. ana dayon akong mommy, "Dawbi kug mag away mo?! Kamo pa jud duha nga grabeh kaayo mo mag away..." hahah.. Lage noh?! Tama akong mommy... hehehe=p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-3166866328205325599?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/3166866328205325599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=3166866328205325599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3166866328205325599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/3166866328205325599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-in-my-journal.html' title='What&apos;s in my Journal?'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-607827524242099059</id><published>2006-04-05T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:48:51.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;[image originally drawn by sozina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3725/1998/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 250px; height: 188px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3725/1998/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" height="290" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am truly a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;w.i.t.c.h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i like drawing their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm just bored stiff here @ home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and decided to post my drawings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not good with these stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just enjoy doing them as another way to break the boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-607827524242099059?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/607827524242099059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=607827524242099059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/607827524242099059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/607827524242099059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-6273189304159934969</id><published>2006-04-04T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:49:23.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Distorted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;[image originally drawn by sozina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 119px; height: 100px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3725/1998/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" height="30" width="55" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;D i s t o r t e d ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never felt right these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss going out wif my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all i do all day is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's hard living a life like no one cared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-6273189304159934969?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/6273189304159934969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=6273189304159934969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6273189304159934969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/6273189304159934969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/distorted.html' title='Distorted'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-5571703010111081120</id><published>2006-04-04T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:46:35.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been wanting to write something here &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in my newly updated blog for quite some days ago... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But things were just too shuffled &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I could not get enough time on posting my entries...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;PerHaPs Its tIme fOr mE to VeNt aLL PeNt-Up &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hEartAchEs &lt;/span&gt;hEre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` * tHe so-caLLed 'FUTURE' * `&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bLah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ColleGe Life for mE wiLL staRt 2 mOnths fRom now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aNd I still could not figure out what cOursE to take...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Relatives KeEp on teLLing me tO takE uP NURSING...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But hOw cOuLd I take a cOurse that is not even within my interest... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I also think I do noT haVe muCh aBiLity on it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ooh.. if onLy it wOuLd be tHat eAsy tO cOugh Out tHe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bEst cOurse thAt fitS my abiLities, hObbIes and inTerests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` * pLanted hOpe * `&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What'S nOt tO LikE wiTh sOmeOne wHo maDe yOur Life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY amIdst aLL thoSe difFerent paIns and hArdshipS thE wOrLd gave?&lt;br /&gt;daYs, mOnths ... anD nOw, a YEar have paSsed and... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;' da#n '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I stiLL caNnot geT him Off mY sYsteM ! ! !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's aLL that I eVer wanTed And now, wHy do I stiLL finD mysELf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;waTering tHe pLantEd HOPE in My HearT eVerY timE I sEe hiM...???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wieRd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a smiLe &amp; a 5 sec. taLk weRe aLL it tOok fOr him toSHAKE MY WORLD. Again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gEtting That Guy tO Like Me is MORE thaN a Long sHot.. Or sHouLd I saY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;' SuntOk sa Buwan '&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But How aNd wHy dO thinGs haPpen wHen YoU LeaSt exPect it?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And sOmetimes... yOu juSt wIsh it NevEr HapPenEd . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting him @ the first place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KnOwing hiS nAme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knOwing hIm beTter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hEart gOing BONGGA! BONGGA! wHenever I seE him.. or taLk to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And AdmiRing hIm MoRe and MorE . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ALL THESE I wish nEver HapPenEd..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wOuLd I stiLL aLLow him tO &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAKE MY WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over and over again??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shOuLd I stiLL continUe hOping??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNIVERSE??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Are You TeLLing me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'YES!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsk. tsk. tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and nOw,I won't be abLe to see him everydAy for the next scHoOL yr. anYmoRe..And I know I wouLd miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off I should GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-5571703010111081120?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/5571703010111081120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=5571703010111081120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5571703010111081120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/5571703010111081120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-7029745840939152412</id><published>2006-03-20T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:46:14.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>The Journey We Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;= The Wonderful Journey We had =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=452,height=691,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sozie.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/yjh.GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers in this busy world Bound to meet an ordinary day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Different people have crossed their paths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unto a journey that's yet untold&lt;br /&gt;Strangers now as friends at lastBuilding up feelings anew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relations go deeper and strongerAs time strengthens its bond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHO:Everything has a purposeLife indeed has its reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we'll go our separate waysBut our lives will forever treasure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Journey we had (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning has its ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so our time has come an end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four Years has been spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Memories, nothing can change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(CHO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:Parting ways is hard and painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing all is real and true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's part of facing life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As towards a new Journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another path to take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHO)2x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh..Wonderful Journey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Music Arrangement &amp; Lyrics by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Tan, Sozina Alamban, Caryn Escobido and Daniel Linog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back-up Singers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Avila, Kemuel Lapac, Glenda Malalis and Dara Rodriguez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-7029745840939152412?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/7029745840939152412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=7029745840939152412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7029745840939152412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/7029745840939152412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/04/journey-we-had.html' title='The Journey We Had'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-789171939979442514</id><published>2006-03-07T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:39:29.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>thanking fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes, you have to thank fate for allowing things not to happen. =p&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was so eagered to have a hair cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I wasn't able to do it&lt;br /&gt;because I was stuck at school doing a lot of those remaining requirements&lt;br /&gt;to end the school year [and my entire HS life =/]..&lt;br /&gt;so, I planned to have it on sunday..&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, i was always reminding my mother that I should have a hair cut..&lt;br /&gt;then she told me, 'maybe later..'&lt;br /&gt;so, I waited.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, we were at my lola's house, eating lunch with my&lt;br /&gt;relatives because it was my aunt's birthday.. Ü&lt;br /&gt;then, when I was playing with the computer, I accidentally forgot all about&lt;br /&gt;the HAIRCUT thing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haahahah=) and realized that it's already too late to&lt;br /&gt;have a haircut when I happened to check the clock. =/&lt;br /&gt;maayo na lang! =)&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..=) you know why?!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. because on monday, when I was making a song with my groupmates in music, I saw HIM &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the boy who made me cry, who made me&lt;br /&gt;sad and who made me so angry during the prom night.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going down the&lt;br /&gt;stairs.. thank god! I did'nt have that hair cut I was wishing for because i&lt;br /&gt;noticed his hair was already short.. toinx! and he wasn't wearing that cap&lt;br /&gt;anymore.. he was back with the gel thing.. oh, well... heheh=)&lt;br /&gt;What if I really had that hair cut?!would he be able to notice me the way I have noticed him?!would he smile for me out of the crowd?would he walk towards me and tell me he was sorry about the PROM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*gasp*..&lt;/em&gt; OMG.. all this time, I just find myself seeking for his apology..but i guess he was never sorry for leaving me alone, never even telling me&lt;br /&gt;that he have another partner before the program started... or even during&lt;br /&gt;the practices.. I looked so stupid..! =/ I looked like a &lt;em&gt;j*ck*ss&lt;/em&gt; hanging on the&lt;br /&gt;part of the room where the disco ball was hanged..&lt;br /&gt;Why would worst happen when you think that everything is perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Like just what most people say, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. And now, I'm wondering.. What reason could that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off I should go!&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/9208125422193005629-789171939979442514?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/789171939979442514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=789171939979442514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/789171939979442514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/789171939979442514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanking-fate.html' title='thanking fate'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208125422193005629.post-1425650773452170844</id><published>2005-12-22T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:36:52.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;wala man...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;dili ko kabalo unsa'y nisulod sa akong utok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;tan-awa ra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinsa ra ang nasakitan?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I read this blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and found major informations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;about the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;tan-awa ra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinsa ra ang nasakitan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I really do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what's the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;why &lt;em&gt;gakasakitan&lt;/em&gt; ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when I'm not really sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hell! my heart's in pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and I still do not know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;digging deep down the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;still thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what's next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;no one believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;no one cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NOBODY knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;now here she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wrapped with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;allthose flairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I know she's the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I know she'll be the only ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't care how long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but if you'll leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'd just accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that you'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;tan-awa ra!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinsa ra ang nasakitan?!&lt;br /&gt;wala na'y lain&lt;br /&gt;kinsa pa man diay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9208125422193005629-1425650773452170844?l=502soz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/feeds/1425650773452170844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9208125422193005629&amp;postID=1425650773452170844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1425650773452170844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9208125422193005629/posts/default/1425650773452170844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://502soz.blogspot.com/2007/12/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>SoziE ^^,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
