<?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-4972070956550923188</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:24:46.301-08:00</updated><category term='mobile'/><category term='education'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='care'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='betrayal'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='hope'/><category term='ferrari'/><category term='misery'/><category term='job'/><category term='long day'/><category term='real'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='heartwarming'/><category term='disturb'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='lies'/><category term='planner'/><category term='mom'/><category term='confused'/><category term='like'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='woes'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='work'/><category term='update'/><category term='heartache'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='reality'/><category term='peace'/><category term='contacts'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='newyear'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='passion'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='pain'/><category term='god'/><category term='hardship'/><category term='sick'/><category term='paranoia'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>*LOVE ME OR HATE ME*</title><subtitle type='html'>read with extreme caution!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5604229407471018349</id><published>2010-01-06T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:47:13.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks to have her back in his life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MeqTQMiGzW"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MeqTQMiGzW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was reading my entries. napangiti ako. uttered "sooooo over it!" =) *winkies*&lt;br /&gt;we're over, and yes, i've accepted that we really died the natural death. now, i knoe im gutsy enough to see him, face to face, laugh with him and talk about anything like we used before, without any romantic feelings involve. iv moved on!!! it took many months for me to finally leave and move on and accept the fact that the relationship we took care of is gone. we're better off as friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was september. my last birthday. he gave me a very nice present, the gift of freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up one day and realized, it isnt working anymore. we became stagnant. it couldv, it wouldv worked, if we tried a little harder, yet, i grew tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TAKES ANOTHER MAN FOR A WOMAN TO MOVE ON AND FORGET HER OTHER MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---i don't agree. i strooooongly disagree! i moved on, loved myself, picked up my broken pieces and was happy after lewis and i parted. "was".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since iv lotsa love to give, i fell in love with this man. my present boyfriend. i love him. he came when i thought i wasnt ready to love again. pero may "spark", for real! i knoe, may chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another magulong situation tho. he was in a year long relationship when we met. we jive. we're happy together, sa pagkakaalam ko. naging kame. naghiwalay sila. he made me believe na we'll be okay. we'll make it thru--- again. katulad ng palaging promise sa isang relationship. i believe him, i knoe we can make this relationship work, kung magtutulungan kme. we're having a tough start. mahirap, sobrang hirap. him and "DYY"(acronym ng tawag ni sheaye, friend ko, sa supposedly "ex" girlfriend ng boyfriend ko) theyr teamates, they're always together sa work. and yea, bago toh, nagseselos ako. pero fine, part of pagsubok to skin. but one thing na hindi ko matanggap is, we'e having a tough start, naging complicated pa lalo, why? because, theyr back together. kme, sila. pero technically, KAMI na tlga. and that makes her his second now. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he promised me na ako lang, when he told me na he's not planning to do anything stupid. when he even told me that he'll stay with me until forever. liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love him. and i still want to believe that all those stuff he told me were not just full of crap. i still believe we'll make it thru. it's just too painful. im trying to keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit okay naman kme ngyon, kahit masaya at mahal ko sya, mahal nia ko, it isnt enough. our relationship wont grow kung palaging nakadikit si DYY sa kanya. and if she thinks im giving this relationship up para pabayaan ko sa knya ung boyfriend ko, she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im almost near... so close... to my end point. im not breaking up with him. i knoe. i knoe myself too well. sounds to cheesy or whatever, but he'll be my boyfriend until that "end".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september 22, my second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, will be my end... im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5604229407471018349?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5604229407471018349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sucks-to-have-her-back-in-his-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5604229407471018349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5604229407471018349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sucks-to-have-her-back-in-his-life.html' title='sucks to have her back in his life.'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8544185987589741211</id><published>2009-08-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:23:24.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the test of time*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MeqTQMiGzW"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MeqTQMiGzW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;everything may change in a snap. we may love, we may fail, we may care a lot for a person today and forget about what you had by tomorrow, nothing is permanent. the love you thought would last could vanish in a wink of an eye. the feelings you nurtured and the lies you believed in may disappear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing could last. nothing could be left in your hand...&lt;br /&gt;painful as it is but this is L-I-F-E. that is how it should be spelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't careless if you made me waiting for the longest time. i couldn't careless if you used to wake me up in the middle of the night and asked me to serve you a midnight snack. i couldn't careless if i haven't gone to work because i was drunk because of you and the uncertainties... i couldn't careless if you have A B C D E F... all the letters in the alphabet could spell out the names of your girls--- for i know they wouldn't last. i couldn't careless if you made me believe what we once had were true. i couldn't careless if "we" died the natural death- unlabeled. i couldn't careless if you're going out with different girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how much i love you... i hate how much you made me care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, im here. waiting. longing. loving you still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8544185987589741211?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8544185987589741211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8544185987589741211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8544185987589741211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-of-time.html' title='the test of time*'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5270417767049470333</id><published>2009-06-24T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:51:48.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><title type='text'>GIRLFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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flashvars="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/iT5Ez_qxpc0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/iT5Ez_qxpc0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5270417767049470333?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5270417767049470333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5270417767049470333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5270417767049470333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlfriend.html' title='GIRLFRIEND'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5530607440086010162</id><published>2009-02-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:42:28.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>because it's LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MeqTQMiGzW"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MeqTQMiGzW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=ff33cc&amp;amp;primaryColor=660033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993366&amp;amp;linkColor=990066" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Love never fails...But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7,13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love is patient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; True love is unconditional, that is, it does not depend on the attributes or lack thereof of the person loved, therefore, it is willing to give as much time necessary, and as much space as necessary for that person to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;love is kind and is not jealous;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Love seeks to give others something of benefit for their welfare, and consequently, rejoices when they do benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;love does not brag and is not arrogant,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;       To lift one's self up in reference to others leaves no room for unconditional, graceful love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To act inappropriately, shamefully (morally, especially in the area of sexual purity) is not in accordance with true love. Love never seeks it's own gratificaiton but rather the interests of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;is not provoked,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Selfishness seeks to manipulate others by stimulating certain selfish emotions. Love will not do this to others, nor will it let it happen to itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;does not take into account a wrong suffered,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Forgivenss. Let it go. Bitterness is the acid. You are the container. Get rid of it or it will kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love does not somehow gloss over things that are going to be hurtful. True love originates from the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       If love really is unconditional, it will hold any weight, face any doubt, persist through hopelessness, and last any trial&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love never fails...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       If it did, would it be love?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someday, faith will not be needed, for we will see God. Hope will not be needed, for when everything is fulfilled, there is no need for hope. But love, yes, to it there will be no end. If it did, it wouldn't be love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5530607440086010162?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5530607440086010162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-its-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5530607440086010162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5530607440086010162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-its-love.html' title='because it&apos;s LOVE...'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1946518637328322449</id><published>2009-01-28T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:48:39.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>hAwAk KaMaY... *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Paano ba natin masusukat yung pagmamahal ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question please?! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi… seryoso. Paano nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the number of text messages sent and replied to in a day? Or the number of pictures the two of you have? Or the number of years, months, weeks, days, hours and or minutes you’ve spent together? The trials and challenges you’ve surpassed? How he/ she ran after you just when you turned your back? The sweetness he or she has shown you? the effort? The foods he or she have cooked for you? the sleepless nights he or she have spent crying because you had a big fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tough huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, hindi ko din talaga alam eh. Ako, tingin ko, hindi yun sa material things na naibigay nyo sa isa’t isa. Hindi rin naman sa tinagal ng relasyon. Yung iba nga jan umaabot ng four, five, six years? Tapos, pagkatapos ng napakaraming pagsubok, pag aaway, pagtataboy sa isa’t isa, paghahabol, paglalambingan at dami ng promises na sa isa’t isa, naghihiwalay pa din sa huli, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas, naaalala ko si Mitch (friend ko for few years now, magkasama kames a condo when I was in college), pag picture moments. She had this boyfriend na three or four years na sila pero believe it or not, they have very few pictures taken together. She believes, and used to tell me, pangit daw yung nagpapapicture kayo together kasi maghihiwalay daw. Funny I know, at hindi ko alam kung saan nya nakuha yun, (peace mitchy!) pero ngayon na adopt ko na sya. Though I don’t believe it, really, but when I and my someone special are being asked to strike a pose and shine that smile to the camera, I personally refuse too. When askd why, I would reply: “pangit daw magpapicture ng magkasama kasi maghihiwalay…” (sabay isip, anong logic?! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingin ko din, ang pagmamahal, hindi naman kelangan araw araw sabihin. Minsan it is better to show and demonstrate it, diba? Trust and respect the person you love--- that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga, wag na wag lang akong mumurahin o sasaktan physically and intentionally, kahit gaano kalaki yung maging problema, we can always compromise and talk about it over. Walang hindi nadadaan sa maboteng usapan… I mean, sa mabuti at malumanay na pag uusap. Guess I am right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng heartaches, shocking revelations, moments of silence, lies and truth, ano pa bang hindi ko kinayang harapin at tanggapin? Oo siguro nga hindi ko pa fully accepted ang mga nangyari at mga pangyayari pero sabi nga ng kanta ni Yeng Constantino: “hawak kamay di kita iiwanan sa paglalakbay ditto sa mundong walang katiyakan”, hindi ko alam talaga if my lyrics were right? Pero, yung message ng song yung pinopoint out ko. Basta ang alam ko, hindi nyo kelangan araw araw na magkita at magkasama, basta alam mo at secured ka, sapat nay un, dahil at the end of the day, alam mo sa sarili mo na nagmamahal ka at minamahal ka ng taong yun. Diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bitter. Sabi ko nga sa previous entry ko, I could also get hurt. Tao lang ako. I am not perfect. ang dami kong hang ups. Ang dami kong problema. Minsan, hindi ko alam kung pano pa ko haharap sa mga yun. Kinakaya ko lang dahil alam ko, hindi nya ko pinapabayaan. Kung sino man sya. Alam ko din andyan ang family ko. Ang dami kong friends. Mas malaki pa din ang problema ng Pilipinas kesa sa problema ko. Totoo naman yun diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is too fragile. I bet you know that. I am vulnerable. Don’t make me too frail. I know how you’ve been trying. With all the odds and consequences, we’ll make it thru. Promise me one thing, hold my hand and don’t let me go and slip away… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1946518637328322449?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1946518637328322449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/01/hawak-kamay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1946518637328322449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1946518637328322449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/01/hawak-kamay.html' title='hAwAk KaMaY... *'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3393880525199678811</id><published>2009-01-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:10:22.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>REALITY CHECK... normal pa 'ko... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SX7A_mi5HiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Quzd9k8EMQo/s1600-h/Pix+from+sd4+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295882410745470498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SX7A_mi5HiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Quzd9k8EMQo/s200/Pix+from+sd4+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;“The only constant in this world is change” --- very common to hear but it makes sense. Just few minutes ago, a friend sent this to me thru text. Yes, I know it. I believe him. in the first place, we cannot change what was written in our life’s book. That was made by God. And sometimes, as much as we want something to be permanent in our life, like a relationship or something to keep for the rest of our life we just couldn’t because it was not really meant to be for us but was just lend to us by God. Sabi nga nila, “God won’t give us a trial if He knows we can’t surpass it”. Oh God. He is so powerful and we can never do anything against His will. I know, trial makes us stronger and we learn a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are faced in two choices, from a quote that my cousin sent me it says: “toss a coin. While the coin is in the air, you would definitely know what you want to do, not because of what comes out of the coin, head or tail, but because while the coin is in the air, you’ll surely wish anywhere between the choices you have”. And it really makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from BOB ONG: “kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa dahil hindi ka magmamahal ng isa pa kung talagang mahal mo yung nauna”. ---- this one, I don’t know if I should believe it or not?! But what if, nagustuhan mo yung pangalawa dahil meron sya na wala sa una? Pano kung hindi lang dalawa kung hindi tatlo pala? Ibig sabihin ba nun, piliin mo yung pangatlo at iwan mo yung una at pangalawa? Pano kung iniwan mo na yung una? Dalawa na lang yung natira obviously. Pero pano kung hindi mo kaya iwan yung una pero sabi ng iba mas okay yung pangalawa?! Ang gulo. Pero para sakin, ganito lang kasimple yun, ang tao, pwede magmahal ng kahit gano karaming gustuhin niya, pero kahit kelan hindi magkakaroon ng comparison yung way ng pagmamahal nya sa isa laban sa isa [tagalong na tagalong yun, at nasabi ko ng deretso! Yehey!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, may sense ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in highschool, that was the time when nauso yung text sa mobile phone, right?! And a friend sent me this quote: MOST REATIONSHIP FAILS NOT BECAUSE OF THE ABSENCE OF LOVE. LOVE IS ALWAYS PRESENT. IT JUST SO HAPPENED THAT THE OTHER IS TOO LITTLE AND THE OTHER IS TOO MUCH. [oo, sa maniwala kayo’t sa hindi ganon katibay ang memory ‘ko]&lt;br /&gt;---that makes sense. Lahat ng sobra masama ganon din lahat ng kulang. Dapat tama lang and if you want to share it with someone dapat pantay--- patas! [prang hating magkapatid, walang gulangan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, for whatever I have now, hindi ko alam kung anong quote ang bagay sakin eh. Malabo. Per friendster pa nga “it’s complicated”. Sabi pa ni Avril Lavigne: “why you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you’re acting like you’re somebody else makes me frustrated!” ---ayun o, FRUSTRATED daw… huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe! LOVE makes the world go round… gaano katotoo yun?! May nagsend pa sakin ng quote na “LOVE is when you’re heart beats faster blah blah tpos sa huli may nakalagay--- LOVE pala yun akala ko lasing lang!” ---tsk tsk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a long relationship and it ended last Dec.’07. I never whined or cried about it. Gusto ko lang sabihin, minsan na ‘kong naagawan, umiyak at tumahan nang wala akong nagawa. Pikit mata kong tinanggap na minsan, ang lalake, kahit gaano mo sya inintindi at minahal, hindi pa rin yun magiging sapat para ikaw ang piliin niya. Kung ano man yung mga bagay na naisip nya and he used into considerations para piliin yung isa, hindi ko din alam at hindi ko na inalam. Masakit na malaman na yung boyfriend mo sa mahabang panahon, niloko ka, niloloko ka at pinapaniwala sa mga kasinungalingan ng paulit ulit. Been there and experienced that stuff. Pero, oo, may better na kapalit. When we decided to move on and part ways last Dec.’07, I met someone, same month. Nung una, tamang pakilig lang. nakakatuwa sya. Mabait, makulit at mahilig magjoke! Araw araw ko siya nakikita. Hanggang naging okay kame, gabi gabi pagkatapos ng work ko, nagkikita kame, tambay mode. Tawanan, asaran at kwentuhan. I developed special feelings for him. I am happy that this person came into my life and put color into it. The past relationship I had before I met this someone last Dec’07, lasted for three years and eight mos. to be exact. For me it was long. But I got tired of understanding him, accepting his alibis and believing on his lies. I admit, I wasn’t a perfect girlfriend and I admit I had a lot of shortcomings too. So let us not put all the blame into him. And now, let us go back to this someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year is way shorter than almost four years but on that one year, we never fought and had a big trouble between ‘us’. I learned to grow, be mature and think not just for myself but for others. I became selfless. The brat that I once was is gone. Now, I am more patient, understanding and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as perfect relationship, obvious ba. Lagi ko sinsabi yan. Sa dinami dami ng mga nakita kong failed relationships, sinong magsasabi na tanga ako sa pinili kong relasyon ngayon? Actually sa totoo, madami na. oo, almost all of my friends are against it. Not really pala. They support me all the way. They’ve seen me breaking down, crying my heart out and sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap mapunta sa kumplikadong relasyon. Bakit ka nyo? Naman, hindi ba obvious? Madalas iiyak ka. Oo, I know, I couldn’t be happier when we’re together. He gave me all the happiness I could experience. And fact is, I know my parents like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan hindi ko alam kung ano ba ang dapat. Alam ko kung ano ang tama. Pero mahirap kasi to decide when alam mo sa sarili mo that if you’ll do the right thing, hindi ka magiging masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I take no pleasure when I know in my heart that someone is hurting because of my existence. I may be mean but I am not evil. I may seem maldita, which I know I really am, but I was brought up guided by my parents well and came from a good and loving family. People may think of me as the happy-go-lucky girl, at some point I am, but I know, matino pa ung pagiisip ko and alam ko pa naman yung ginagawa ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is that I really want to say on this entry, alam ko sa sarili ko I’m just loving. I am hurting, tao lang din ako, hindi perfect. hindi ako ma pride. Hindi ako mahilig sa gulo. Gusto ko lang naman maging masaya. Masama bay yun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng nasaktan at nasasaktan ko, sorry. Hindi ko sinasadya. I am not selfish. One thing is I am sure about, ni minsan, hindi ako nang agaw, hindi ako nang aagaw at hindi ako mang aagaw. I know how it feels to be betrayed by the person whom you loved the most and I believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I write this entry, I know in my heart what I want really. I love. I care. I love my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said this is going to be easy, but I believe in my heart that God won’t put me in this situation if it will lead me to nothing. There may be a lot of trials and rough roads but at the end of time, I know, everything’s going to be alright. =D&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/4972070956550923188-3393880525199678811?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3393880525199678811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/01/reality-check-normal-pa-ko-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3393880525199678811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3393880525199678811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2009/01/reality-check-normal-pa-ko-d.html' title='REALITY CHECK... normal pa &apos;ko... =D'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SX7A_mi5HiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Quzd9k8EMQo/s72-c/Pix+from+sd4+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1873053310949495307</id><published>2008-12-28T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:31:55.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS is over and we're looking forward to a new and prosperous year. Let's all leave the memories of unfortunate events of this year and move on and make everything good and happy on the upcoming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish and pray that all of us, my family, friends, and that someone would have a good year ahead as we enter 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's thank GOD for all the wonderful blessings and thank Him for the challenges we encountered and managed to go thru from this year, 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget that everything happens for a reason and purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened this year, fortunate, good, happy, bad, sad or still doesn't have a label, I am thankful for everything. To all the people that touched my heart and life, thank you and I appreciate everything especially those times when you never left me at the time I needed you most. Thank you for loving the imperfect side of me and for accepting me for who I am and what I became!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who came into my life just before I welcomed the year 2008, thank you for staying and keeping everything the way it is... I am so happy and excited to welcome 2009, knowing you're still with me and it has been a year since we met! This year might have not been a perfect year, but knowing that the book isn't over makes me feel so good! We might have gone thru a lot of disappointments and misunderstandings, but you'll always have me and as how the song goes.... "I'm yours" ^.^ I appreciate your existence in my life! You make it imperfectly perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my FRIEND OF THE YEAR awardees:&lt;br /&gt;-Dbyne&lt;br /&gt;-Debz&lt;br /&gt;-Jaja&lt;br /&gt;-Oui&lt;br /&gt;-Zai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; Thank you oh so much!!!! I love you so much sisters!!! ^.^ thanks for being with me and loving me for everything at! sa hindi nio pagsasawang makinig ng mga "mali" na pangyayari... tuloi tuloi na maboboteng usapan! tuloi tuloi na kalukringan! tuloi tuloi na aplaya, salts and spirit, at walang humpay na trif! ^.^ sobrang mahal ko kaio! pano na si bibit pag nawala pa keio?! hihi... yikes! drama marathon ko toh.&lt;br /&gt;.debz, moment ko toh! hehe ^.^&lt;br /&gt;.babygirl, dbyne, salamat sobra! dahil sa kalukringan mo, nahawa na ko, hehe at kahit sa tearjerking moments ko, lagi mo ko napapatawa at napapasaya!&lt;br /&gt;.jaja, we may have had a bad experience from the past but despite of everything, you're now my brother, and that ahole that made us enemies way back won't matter with the friendship we've built. im glad to have you bro! Aja! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;.oui, pare, chong, dude, tol, 7yrs na tyong loko loko, magbagong buhay na tyo ngyong '09! hahaha... pero salamat pare! sa lahat ng ngyri, nawitness mo pano ko naging masaya, nagbreakdown, at naging masaya ulit! shot shot! hehe&lt;br /&gt;.zai, mare, thank you sa pagiging baliw mo. dahil sa kabaklaan mo mare, bakla na din ako ngyon! sana maging masaya ka na din. mahanap mo na sya and remember, mr. right might not be mr. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you mga kapatid ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family, the most important people in my life, sorry for all the times i might have disappointed you and made you felt unimportant. You gave me everything and i have nothing more to ask for from you. I know, you're the only constant in my life and if there's one thing I am very thankful and proud of is that I belong to this BIG, happy and loving family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng kadramahang sinabi ko, gusto ko lang talaga bumati ng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*babylablab*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1873053310949495307?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1873053310949495307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1873053310949495307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1873053310949495307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3841510984584299481</id><published>2008-12-06T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:38:05.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><title type='text'>mc home***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;they might believe in your lies but i don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i might not knoe the 100% truth but bet i knoe 95% of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i can tell when you're lying again and when what you're saying is real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;they might even think i believe them when they make up stories to cover up your lies, but i don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;for i've been watching everything. for i've been listening from every word uttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i knoe the truth... even what you're doing and where you've been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i just prefer to keep quiet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;...i'm loving my silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;...and i think im doing it right so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;...things are not as simple as they may seem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;...for what i knoe, and what you prefers me to knoe, im okay with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-3841510984584299481?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3841510984584299481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/12/mc-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3841510984584299481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3841510984584299481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/12/mc-home.html' title='mc home***'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7094441469457771798</id><published>2008-11-29T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:16:40.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for whatever reason...</title><content type='html'>IM SORRY IM NOT PERFECT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and soas them... and so as you...&lt;br /&gt;...i am not a saint...&lt;br /&gt;...i am considerate and i could understand everything. i could always try to absorb all the glitches but sometimes, i also need an explanation why this and that happens... don't let me be passive with everything because i might burst out and i hate it... i am getting overloaded.. and lately, i've been having my temporary insanity attack. owmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk... bad baby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the doctor's prescription:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. explanation of truth.&lt;br /&gt;2. conversation&lt;br /&gt;3. honesty&lt;br /&gt;4. let me knoe what's happening&lt;br /&gt;5. don't put all the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and i'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-7094441469457771798?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7094441469457771798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-for-whatever-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7094441469457771798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>that someone will always be you ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is for someone whom I care a lot for…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who knows how to make me cry…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who puts light in my life…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me strength to fight on the battle…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who knows how to make me smile…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who brings laughter and joy to me…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who could make me laugh the entire day…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who always reminds me to have my car fixed…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I love to see before I close my eyes to sleep…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who patiently wakes me up as the morning knocks…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who smiles at me when I open my eyes first thing in the morning…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who picks me up from my house to go to work every morning…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who surprises me with a ride going home from a long day of work…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who tells me,”you’re worth the risk…”&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who makes fun of me and himself as well…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who says”you and I, that’s linked together”…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me confidence when I’m about to lose face…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I thought was just a far fetched dream…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who says “you know that I can’t afford to just look at you from afar and say nothing at all”…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I never thought I’d fall so madly in love with…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who let me eat a whole lot that made me fat…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who teases me all the time…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone I couldn’t imagine my tomorrow without…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s been one of the biggest considerations on all my decisions…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who says beautiful things about me…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who makes me melt when he looks into my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s the other half of my life…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who crashes my heart when he holds my hand…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me joyous memories…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gets mad when someone thinks badly about me…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me the sweetest lies…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s damn imperfect but I learned to love perfectly…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I am growing with…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I’ll always find reasons to love him and forget all the uncertainties…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I always miss…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who I always share my dreams with…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s always the reason why I’d wake up or stay awake during unholy hours just to cook food for him…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone I’d love to grow old with…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s been my sweetest misery…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s always to the rescue when my car breaks…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s facing all odds to keep me in his life…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone I’d never want to say goodbye to…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I’d dedicate everything to…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who said I was INSENSITIVE when in fact it was him…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who thinks always what is good for me…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who wants me to think he’s manly by not showing too much emotion when in fact I know when he’s really not…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me hope when it’s gone…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who I share my adventures…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who I share my misadventures…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s like a yellow sun shining directly to put a glow in my heart…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who keeps on breaking and fixing my heart…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me all the reasons to make me fall in love with him over and over again…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who I patiently wait until everything’s okay again…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who has been a part of my everyday life for the past 11months…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who has seen me at my worst…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who satisfies my cravings in the middle of the night…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I can live without but living with him is all I want…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who’s been my determination to go to work…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who never gets tired of my childish temporary insanity attacks…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who stands with me through thick and thin…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who eats everything and anything I cook for him…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who never yelled at me--- ever…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who said “I’m breaking inside when you cry”…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who prefers to let me know the hurtful truth than make me believe in sweet lies…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who let me into his life…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I let into my life…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone I always pray to God…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone whom I wished for from a falling star…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who taught me a lot of things in life and love…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gives me the sweetest goodnight kiss…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who made me a better person…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who believes in what I can and can’t do…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who would always stand behind me and put his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who plays with my hair when it’s worn up…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who I always share my food with…&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone who gets bloated and still would love to eat out with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone…&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know I couldn’t call completely mine…&lt;br /&gt;…but someone whom I never had thought of regretting the day I met him and made him a part of me and I as part of him…&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FOR SOMEONE WHOM I ALWAYS FIND MORE THAN A MILLION WAYS WHY I LOVE HIM THAN WHAT I SHOULD HATE ABOUT HIM MORE AND MORE EACH DAY…&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/4972070956550923188-7822548168847685845?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7822548168847685845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-someone-will-always-be-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7822548168847685845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7822548168847685845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-someone-will-always-be-you.html' title='that someone will always be you ^.^'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8584249813537835229</id><published>2008-11-25T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:07:11.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>it's not as shallow as it seems baby*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The past months, weeks and days have been chaotic for me. i've been struggling for a lot of things. to achieve my goals and my happiness. Ahuh i am happy. but sometimes happiness doesn't really mean "i'm fine". so- so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of contentment and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I am in deep ecstasy whenever so- so...&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;I am contented but i knoe there should be a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LESS TALK LESS MISTAKE" -- that was when i learned to love my silence.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it is so deym true but not because you won't hear me bragging about some- things all the time, it means i'd LIE if someone asks me direct to my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU can tell me to keep my silence and everything i knoe to myself but YOU can never teach me to lie. that's not ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this: of all the things i knoe that makes me feel overloaded and uneasy all the time, do you think i am not needing a way to release all the things that makes me feel absurd? Think again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I am the one who’s insensitive, and when I thought I could handle and play your kind of game oh so well, guess what baby? I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knoe very well how you could lie in my face, and in theirs. I knoe very well when you tell me sh*tty stuff and I knoe very well how much could you do to make me, us, or them believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been a foe. Bet you knoe that. I’ve been with you on this theatre of war for almost a year now. When everybody thought I exist no more, you chose to make me stay. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for a valid answer to compensate all the uncertainties you brought me. I failed. Everybody knoes that. I don’t consider it as my losing phase though but I knoe if only I’d be firm when I say this and that, come what may, I’d get the answer I’ve been aiming to have. Right? Of course, you’d say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER, MULTIPLY, MYSPACE!&lt;br /&gt;Oh what’s soooo wrong about them? Hahahaha… I knoe but prefers to act as if I don’t. I can’t do this, can’t do that. Why? For security and privacy purposes?! Alright, I won’t then. But why can’t the same “rule” is applied for all of us? Am I the only one who’s submissive when it comes to privacy?! Of course not and I knoe that. It’s as simple as they “can…” and I “can’t.” difference?! Obviously because… that’s it! It explains everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to speak, whenever I try to say something and voice out when the situation’s getting chaotic again and “we”-re at stake, you’d tell me to TRUST you. You’d try to make me believe that “the situation is not as WEAK as it could be”. Okay, I believe you now. And when I’m gone, you’ll make a way to make me coming back to you. ahuh. You wouldn’t admit it of course, but you see, I am not as INSENSITIVE and dense as I seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you this, not because I could be dormant and “seem to be dense” it means that I don’t knoe everything. I am letting you handle the situation and stick on your script because I knoe everything will be better in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST you again? It has never been gone. You pretty well knoe that. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could let you play the game. I knoe you could play it, it could be right for you but it can never be played perfect, you knoe that for sure. However, I will let you direct everything just let me knoe when I’m getting overexposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you wouldn’t want to lose me. I don’t knoe if I’ll laugh or cry or get pissed. What am I supposed to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we’re together, everything seems to be oh so perfect. But if you’ll look in a bigger picture, there comes the uncertainties and the reasons why “we” can never be perfectly happy and why we can’t be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes no sense. I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t care. I need not to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. I am contented. I am in love. I am trying to absorb and still accepting everything.&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/4972070956550923188-8584249813537835229?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8584249813537835229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-as-shallow-as-it-seems-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8584249813537835229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8584249813537835229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-as-shallow-as-it-seems-baby.html' title='it&apos;s not as shallow as it seems baby*'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3914363426543286927</id><published>2008-11-16T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:15:39.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I KNOW I'LL SEE YOU THERE... ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Goodbye has never been a happy word. As the song goes, “tell me where’s the good in goodbye”… yeah tell me now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only bid goodbye ONCE. For the longest time, it has been my dictum, but then, all of a sudden, everything changed. Now, I can’t utter it even can’t afford to hear it. As if I’m deaf from hearing that word. It’s now an outlawed declaration for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said goodbye many times before to different personas to different façades. It has been easy. No sleepless nights, no guilt feelings, no worries, no negativity at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, now, goodbye is no longer in my vocabulary. I am like a 5 year old kid, begging my mommy not to go to work or else, I threat her I’ll cry until she comes home. Of course, my mommy won’t afford to leave me in tears, so she’ll leave me with a promise to come home before the night falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am no longer a kid. I am no longer my mommy’s little darling. I was nourished to be a better person and a young lady. I am a blooming woman who’s trying to win lots of confidence and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a confused heart, tell me now, where would I get my pride and confidence if I keep on saying goodbye yet after few days, I’d forgive and forget as if nothing happened? Tell me where could I get my courage to smile and persevere for a joyous tomorrow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart isn’t broken, because I know, in this chaotic blues and all the uncertainties along the journey, I know, my heart is happy. It is not alone. I have someone I could spend my days and nights with and I have someone I couldn’t call all mine, but at least, someone’s making it perfectly happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me believe I am doing the right thing. Make me believe all of these that are happening are not lies. Make me believe if tomorrow is not perfectly okay; the day after tomorrow will be the best, will be mine. I’ll always believe, everything will be fine and there’s a better solitude waiting to be uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time, I have been nomadic in the cold dark toll road feeling alone and helpless, but somehow, I gathered again my strength, courage and love that once was drawn. I managed to go all thru this. Crazy as it sounds I know. But I know and I believe, the rainbow has long been drawn before time and I just need to wait for the right time to see it right before my eyes… ^.^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M LOOKING ON THE BRIGHTSIDE OF LIFE =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-3914363426543286927?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3914363426543286927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-ill-see-you-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3914363426543286927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3914363426543286927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-ill-see-you-there.html' title='I KNOW I&apos;LL SEE YOU THERE... ^.^'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8286187096902330233</id><published>2008-11-16T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:37:24.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contacts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planner'/><title type='text'>planner planner planner... awwwww* =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay... blurbing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for few weeks, i haven't opened this... hmmmm... at bakit kaya?! busy?! d din... walang dvd marathon ang ginawa ko. to the point na pati AMERICAN PIE 5 [naked mile] eh iniyakan ko na yata! hahaha =) isa pang bakit?! hahaha sikretong malupit! walang clue! togoinqs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aside from dvd marathon, last week has been an "oh so happy week" or masasabi kong happy rest day nalng?! hehehe... ang daming trip. kahit may mga konteng aberya and delays, okay na din! nag enjoy naman kame!!! w.o.w!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and today, eto, matutulog muna ako... pahi pahinga ng konte. hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;owel.. aun lang... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just checking my blogsite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;later, baka sipagin ako, maguupdate ako ng mga blogsites ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wala nang magawa, wala na kasi sa kin ang MAHIWAGANG PLANNER ko... kaya aun, wala na kong masulatan... pwde kaya dito nalng??? hahahaha... patay tyo jan! mega ultimate world war 3. at syempre, may magttnong "bakit?!"--- the magic forbidden power question... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i miss my planner... awwww***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kung nasaan man ung planner ko ngyon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---sana hnd ka nia pinapabayaan at iniingatan ka nia... hahaha... owel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...maling wrong move?! togoinqs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;later! magbblurb ako... este blog pla! hihi ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nga pla, pahabol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---sa friends ko sa friendster na dating 751, ngyon 139 nlng dahil sa "temporary maintenance" kuno. at sa love exclusive, 28 nlng yata... so sa mga nawala, pki add nlng po again... thanksnesseses!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at! ang bgong number ko..... ooops! pki message or ym nlng ung mga numbers nio, kasi naman, weakling si mawer mown ko!!! aun, ncra ung lcd kaya mega hi-tech ng fown na gamit ko ngyon!!! hehehe.... tsk tsk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;//lovebibit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8286187096902330233?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8286187096902330233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/planner-planner-planner-awwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8286187096902330233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8286187096902330233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/11/planner-planner-planner-awwwww.html' title='planner planner planner... awwwww* =('/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7201122048968112426</id><published>2008-10-14T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:57:36.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i love you mom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln0"&gt;When you were 8 years&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln1"&gt;old, your mom handed you an ice&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln2"&gt;cream. You thanked her by dripping it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln3"&gt;all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln4"&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln5"&gt;piano lessons. 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln15"&gt;different row.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned&lt;/div&gt; 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i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln58"&gt;HEART.. &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="ln59"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your MOM &amp;amp; you thank her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;deeply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;THANKS MOM!!! =)&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/4972070956550923188-7201122048968112426?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7201122048968112426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7201122048968112426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7201122048968112426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-mom.html' title='i love you mom....'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5253231933835179372</id><published>2008-10-10T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:51:43.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>oo ikaw yun! para seo toh... tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>Schizophrenic --- defined as a person with split personality.&lt;br /&gt;(skit-zo-fre-nik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people posses this kind of personality. They’re definitely way too different than what they seemed to be crowd per crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the root cause of this? I honestly don’t knoe. I don’t have any background in psychology. I wish I have tho. But per my opinion, this may have been caused by depression? OBSSESION? Or it may really just been a mental sickness a person possesed since birth?! Owmen. I don’t really knoe… honestly. But whatever it is, I pity those person who posses this kind of personality. huh. just to add, it sometimes leads to SUICIDE!!! togoinqs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5253231933835179372?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5253231933835179372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/10/oo-ikaw-yun-para-seo-toh-tsk-tsk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5253231933835179372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5253231933835179372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/10/oo-ikaw-yun-para-seo-toh-tsk-tsk.html' title='oo ikaw yun! para seo toh... tsk tsk'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7903717536940763919</id><published>2008-09-28T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:32:21.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALONZO WINS, KIMI LOSE.... [S'PORE GRANDPRIX] 28SEPTEMBER2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SN-ieopOsTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6psWWh3o-jY/s1600-h/kimi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251094337727410482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SN-ieopOsTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6psWWh3o-jY/s200/kimi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;owel... kimi lose... fine fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;deym!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, kimi was doing so good,. [65 laps kimi... you're the man!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st massa&lt;br /&gt;2nd hamilton&lt;br /&gt;3rd RAIKKONEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a close race... naging pang 12th man sya he was able to overtake nakijama who's @ 10th place by then and it made him @ the 9th place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can narrate every detail of it but it will make this sobrang haba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raikkonen was able to make it at the 3d place pero nag pit stop sya and it made him @ 5th place... to make the story short, @ the last 4 laps, nagcrash si kimi so he was OUT!!! deym! and so is the FERRARI TEAM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon.... =( sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demmet!!! buti pla hindi ako nakipag pustahan... tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---owel... whatever happens, KIMI RAIKKONEN'S still the BEST!!!&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/4972070956550923188-7903717536940763919?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7903717536940763919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/09/alonzo-wins-kimi-lose-spore-grandprix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7903717536940763919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7903717536940763919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/09/alonzo-wins-kimi-lose-spore-grandprix.html' title='ALONZO WINS, KIMI LOSE.... [S&apos;PORE GRANDPRIX] 28SEPTEMBER2008'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SN-ieopOsTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6psWWh3o-jY/s72-c/kimi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1975791010269978568</id><published>2008-09-25T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:03:11.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>would you tell me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me if this is real. Tell me if my fantasy came true. Tell me if my wish was granted. Tell me now or I’ll just forever trance about you… everything is just so perfect. When I am with you, nothing can be more special. What I feel is out of ordinary. My&lt;br /&gt;Pessimism vanishes and my tears turn into gold. You are my light, my friend, and my feet that walk me through the flap. I feel safe whenever you’re around. Your words always remain in my heart and I’ll never let us fall apart. This is something more than special. This is something I want to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the melody in my song. For you I’ll let everything happen for no reason at all. Because all the answers to my why’s is nothing but you. I am not a poet, neither Shakespeare’s daughter. I may not be able to put   all in words but my love for you has grown into a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody’s princess and for me you are the princess less prince. You are the knight that’s roofed behind that shining armor I see in the dark and eerie night. You came into my life with nothing but sword and you’ve done so much to protect me from harm and painful acts done by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve put right my conked out heart. I was nourished and cared for with all your might. I know in words you won’t never let me know what your plans are, but through your actions, believe me, I am flattered how well you’ve worked. I am impressed on how you handled all the glitch. I am pleased on how you’ve shown me how you cared. When things goes wrong and sets out the way it shouldn’t be or would practically might hurt me, I can see the worry sent out through your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this is for real. Tell me you won’t again disappear. Tell me I am yours and let me call you mine. Tell me baby, what about us? Tell me I now if I can have you. Tell me there’ll be tomorrow. Tell me we’ll be watching the sun together until dusk. Tell me, oh baby please tell me. You’re the only answer I’d love to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed&lt;br /&gt;Love Bibit&lt;br /&gt;09026008&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/4972070956550923188-1975791010269978568?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1975791010269978568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/09/would-you-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1975791010269978568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1975791010269978568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/09/would-you-tell-me.html' title='would you tell me?'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7445545949745355691</id><published>2008-09-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:05:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*let's dance until forever*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SMkli9DcU6I/AAAAAAAAACc/aVpD_aZz2WM/s1600-h/love-quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244764523484435362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SMkli9DcU6I/AAAAAAAAACc/aVpD_aZz2WM/s200/love-quotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I won’t miss you if missing you means I won’t see you again&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to long for your hugs if longing for it means I won’t feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you kiss me if it’s going to be the goodbye kiss I never want to feel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you’ve been to me is far beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;What we’ve shared is something I’m not going to spare&lt;br /&gt;You’re my friend, you’re my man, and you’re someone I will never left behind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to happen and I thought we’ll had our end&lt;br /&gt;So glad how you gave me the reason to save it&lt;br /&gt;Happy I am for you never let it be wasted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all your efforts I thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;For all the love and your care, oh I love it so much&lt;br /&gt;For what I am and what I’ve been is all because of you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only man who exactly knows how to make and break me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I oh so love you… (^-*)&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/4972070956550923188-7445545949745355691?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7445545949745355691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-dance-until-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7445545949745355691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7445545949745355691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-dance-until-forever.html' title='*let&apos;s dance until forever*'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SMkli9DcU6I/AAAAAAAAACc/aVpD_aZz2WM/s72-c/love-quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5584512939677079236</id><published>2008-08-24T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:16:51.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>HEADLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;one liners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;NO ATTACHMENT INVOLVED&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;THIS MUST BE LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;" --- eto ang championship na tumaob sa linya ni miss malayao na &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when it hurts, its real!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;pero eto ang panalo na kowtabol kowt ko for the week na bumenta sa sinster sissy ko:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I ENVY THE WILLPOWER OF ANOREXICS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;---harharhar... oo nga sis! motto itoh ng mga baboi! hahaha... now i knoe why... hehehe... d bale nang mga baboi tyo [boinka ka nga dba!] - at least, HIYANGERS... hnd napapabayaan... wahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i missed hanging out with you sissy... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;howel mga mapapapel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I JUST GOT HIRED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;love bibit - assist coach [philippine figure skating]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 - huwaw!!! one of my dreams since i was 17. hahaha!!! last week, tuesday, i was supposed to meet kate and go to bureau of immigration. we met, but we weren't able to go there. instead, we went to alabang. 1 of the reasons is i received a text message from ms. claire of isi southmall [my homerink], stating that my longtime application as assist coach for skating was CONSIDERED!!! yehey!!!! [*bow* ('.^)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yesterday, saturday, was my 1st day being an assist coach, i already got 9 students in 2 days --not bad. since i am not spending my entire day @ the rink. men! the ice princess is back... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;on our way to southmall last tuesday, my pop text me, giving me all his support. when everybody knows how passionate i am with my figure skating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh how im loving everything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;God's so good to me... i have my family, i have my job [2 jobs @ the same time, like before when we used to teach in a korean tutorial center as tutors for english], i have my friends, and i have my love... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what else can i ask for?! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yes, im really LUCKY!!! --- you're right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5584512939677079236?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5584512939677079236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/headline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5584512939677079236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5584512939677079236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/headline.html' title='HEADLINE'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1098263869231393238</id><published>2008-08-20T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:32:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS WON'T LET ME DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime I'm feeling good about everything, something comes up and makes me feel awful... Being okay with everything is not really fine with me. Understanding everything is really not that a good idea but sometimes we need to bend the law for the good of everyone. Nobody has the authority to control me. I am an individual and I know when enough must be ENOUGH. It's as easy as ABC to be understood. I've never been dependent to someone ---except to my parents. I am an INDEPENDENT WOMAN and i know my worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT LIKE THOSE OTHER PATHETIC WOMAN WHO DEPENDS ON OTHER PEOPLE FOR EVERYTHING. PUTS ASIDE THEIR PRIDE AND SELF RESPECT TO LIVE AND SURVIVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i know how to live my life and i know how to live it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i know what to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i know whom to listen to and i know how to understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am mean but only if i have to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;YOU'RE MAKING ME LAUGH TOO HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1098263869231393238?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1098263869231393238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-wont-let-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1098263869231393238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1098263869231393238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-wont-let-me-down.html' title='WORDS WON&apos;T LET ME DOWN'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5320675185616012610</id><published>2008-08-17T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:29:18.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>*unsolicited advice*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Education doesn't have anything to do with LOVE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we go to school to: learn, have a diploma and gain knowledge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;people fall in love-- it's human nature. Even the most intelligent being becomes stupid because of LOVE. right?! so don't make me LAUGH HARD to tell me that when you're well educated it means that you don't have the right to fall in love and be stupid and crazy in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EDUCATION is something associated with our brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE is associated with heart. (BIG smile for you *wink* ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but let me voice this out: an &lt;strong&gt;EDUCATED&lt;/strong&gt; person knows his/her limit... an educated person won't demean him/herself for a pathetic and petty situation. The way a person presents him/herself in front of others isn't enough to know if he/she's educated. once a person reacts and speaks, that'll be the time when you'll know if he/she's educated. =) [somehow it makes sense =)] ---learn from it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;once, sometime in June, somebody that's so close to me said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you can never blame a person if he/she falls in love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; --- so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FALLING IN LOVE IS NEVER BY CHOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we cannot choose whom to fall in love with. it is by chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FALLING OUT OF LOVE IS NEVER BY CHANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we fall out of love by choice. when it's being too much, we always have the option of falling out of love and letting go. it's &lt;em&gt;OUR OWN CHOICE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is patient. it is kind. it is not jealous and love doesn't lie. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sometimes, it is hard to differentiate &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;LIKE&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;PITY&lt;/strong&gt;. come to think of it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE is never DEMANDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what you don't know can't hurt you" ---  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;my unsolicited advice *wink* (*.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5320675185616012610?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5320675185616012610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/unsolicited-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5320675185616012610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5320675185616012610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/unsolicited-advice.html' title='*unsolicited advice*'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3336566837850285570</id><published>2008-08-15T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:28:11.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;►&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;VIRGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- THE BEST SEXUAL PARTNER (8/23-9/22) Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. EXTREMELY SEXY. Predict future. Loves being in long relationships. Has lots of friends. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Also not a fighter, but if they have to, they will also knock the lights out of you if it comes down to it.Cool. Loves to own Geminis' in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. &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/4972070956550923188-3336566837850285570?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3336566837850285570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/virgo-best-sexual-partner-823-922-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3336566837850285570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3336566837850285570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/virgo-best-sexual-partner-823-922-love.html' title=''/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-2881303745822024107</id><published>2008-08-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:30:31.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferrari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartwarming'/><title type='text'>i'll be your baby tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what im hating lately is i can't put an entry on my own blog 'bout whatever i want. feels like i don't have my freedom. darn. it's not okay but since i am such an obedient little baby princess, fine. i have to obey by the law. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the day isn't over yet. it's just 4:15pm and i am in my room alone with my dear sofia. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i didn't get enough sleep last night. now im so sleepy and earlier @ work i was so pre occupied taking care of things that needs to be done. making follow ups. going back and forth to h.r dept, going to tl and all... but i managed to sneak a little nap when it was petix time ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; after werk, i went to festival mall to meet my sinster sissy dbyne and bok jaytot. before meeting them, i dropped by @ puma to check on the ferrari jacket that im oh so lovin' to buy. it's gone. darn.but i can't forget how funny and heart warming at the same time that the staff @ puma arleady recognizes me by face because we keep on checking what are the new ferrari stuff that has just arrived every now and then and because of the ferrari stuff i bought last month that i was so excited when we bought it they even asked me how was it... the staff were all greeting at me as i walked into the store. they even asked me why i am alone today and told me that they have my number and they'll text me if in case new jackets arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;from puma, i went to bench, where my sissy and bok were. we went to seattle's best to bum and have a little fun... oh how i miss my oh so lovin' bok and sissy. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;from festival mall, i went home. tired. and now, here i am blurbing----oooops. i mean blogging for the nth time. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-2881303745822024107?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/2881303745822024107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-be-your-baby-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/2881303745822024107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/2881303745822024107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-be-your-baby-tonight.html' title='i&apos;ll be your baby tonight'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-4160899509886501720</id><published>2008-08-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:24:02.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good laugh and adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I won’t aim to just have the last laugh… I’d aim for the hardest laugh for the funniest reason”&lt;/strong&gt; =) ----kowtabol kowt of the day from Kristine! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-----SEVEN 2se7n pm. Just got home from a friend’s place… it has been a long off for me. Got a lot of adventures with a girl friend yesterday. Around 10 in the morning of 13Aug08, we left our friend’s house and went to q.c, from q.c, we went to &lt;strong&gt;MR. KABAB&lt;/strong&gt; [mmmmm….soooooo yummy!!!] to have our lunch. Create piggy baby na naman kme as always… we left my ever favorite place to dine @ around 1:30pm then we went somewhere near manila hotel to do some stuff [the main purpose of our itin]. From there we then went to bureau of immigration then we went to carriedo!!! Hahahaha… we roam around and visit some places to look for cheap shots…. Before going home, to our friend’s house, we went to Jollibee to have our planned surprise dinner for our 3 little alagas… harhar… @ the guard house, we asked the guard to have the food we bought delivered to our friend’s house to surprise them… hahaha… the surprise Jollibee dinner was so much fun and I guess everybody enjoyed it!!! --- Then we’re all puffy!!! After having our dinner, me and 2 of my girl friends went inside the room for some gossips… hahaha… you knoe, some girly stuff while others were @ the living room playing and having fun their own stuff. After the little chika chika with my girl friends, I then went out the house and other friends were there, they taught me how to ride the “motor!!!” weeeeee!!!! Finally—I learned! Yehey!!!! =) I’m a fast learner you knoe… hahaha!!! I was amazed. So after learning, me and my friend stroll around the subdivision until we all got tired and went home to sleep. Hihi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, eating has been our bestfriend--- ever! Men! When I woke up this morning, one of our friends cooked “noodles” for bfast! Oh, yeah, it was really a surprise!!! And I was so happy eating my bfast! It was yummy and not just because it was yummy, also, I appreciate the effort. Hehehe… thank you =)&lt;br /&gt; Just like about 2hrs after having our bfast, some other friends dropped by the house then we went out to eat SILOG! He… he… he… yes! We had SILOG for lunch. ---then again… POOF! We’re stuffed. Then we went home, we slept and woke up @ around SE7EN. Harhar. So I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, mom was there. Then I had my dinner and make chika chika with mom. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh…. What a sooooo long rest day for me. Tomorrow, I’ll be back to werk. Harhar.&lt;/span&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/4972070956550923188-4160899509886501720?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/4160899509886501720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-laugh-and-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4160899509886501720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4160899509886501720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-laugh-and-adventure.html' title='good laugh and adventure'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7083311761928923579</id><published>2008-08-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:11:57.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOLISHNESS* [tagged with the word pathetic] ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Funny how the world goes on… everything and everyone’s getting crazy and I can’t help but laugh my heart out… People are making fool out of themselves… making everything turn out to be just right when it’s actually not. &lt;strong&gt;PRETENDERS&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh yes! What a great pretender… If only these people can see themselves on the mirror… owmen! Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my business I knoe… but, come on. Who won’t laugh when people are trying to convince themselves and embrace stupidity?! Harharhar. Owel. Kamon mamon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"do you enjoi watching this really great show? so entertaining... right?! do you agree, do you agree?!?!?! hihihi*"&lt;/strong&gt; ---&lt;em&gt;oh how i'm loving it!&lt;/em&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/4972070956550923188-7083311761928923579?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7083311761928923579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/foolishness-tagged-with-word-pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7083311761928923579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7083311761928923579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/foolishness-tagged-with-word-pathetic.html' title='FOOLISHNESS* [tagged with the word pathetic] ;-)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3146615445038202886</id><published>2008-08-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:07:09.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVEALED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Another day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;Another chaotic day…&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic that’s so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 12mn I am smiling and laughing and smiling and laughing. Happy?!!! Ahuh ahuh…. Huway??? Tsk tsk… ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I need to behave myself and shhhhhh. Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-3146615445038202886?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3146615445038202886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/revealed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3146615445038202886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3146615445038202886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/revealed.html' title='REVEALED!!!'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-9110552754207270415</id><published>2008-08-04T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:35:21.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMITMENT (created 03august2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I miss reading books. Before I went to work today, I grabbed the book my sister Dbyne lend me, and I’m planning to buy the same book to add in my little library--- YOUNGBLOOD. There’s this one short article in the book that we keep on reading. Very nice and sensible…. I would like to share this, it exactly describes ME?! Hahaha…. Owel, that’s what they say… I personally strongly agree…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is entitled &lt;strong&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;/strong&gt; by Lotis B. Soriano. Let me quote her on some lines written in the article…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“I want us to go on living the way we used to before we came into each other’s life. I don’t want a relationship that is limited by dos and don’ts. I don’t need someone to look after me or tell me what is right and wrong. I am old enough and I know those things. I want to share my life with somebody, not give it to him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--- The last part of this is sooooo me. If you’re in a relationship, remember that you can never give your life to that person. As what I always say, it’s way too impossible to happen. And don’t expect your partner to do the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;“Now, I have realized that commitment is necessary in a relationship. It is not because it will give me the right or the authority to tell a person what I want to happen. It is because commitment makes me feel certain that whatever we share is going to lead us somewhere. It’s a nice feeling to enjoy being with somebody not because of who or what he is but because you can’t think of yourself in another place with another person. But a relationship goes deeper than that. And that is where commitment comes in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---Exactly. Not because he or she’s your boyfriend or girlfriend, it means that you have the right to dictate what or what’s not to do. That’s absurd. Everything must come naturally and not because that is how you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“I may be wrong, but I firmly believe that love shouldn’t b limiting. It must allow the person involved to be who they are and to go on with their lives. One only needs to change if it is his/her choice. Nobody must assume a personality that is not his/her just because it is what the other wants him/her to be. If this happens, one must tell his love one to start looking for that person”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---See, everything I used to tell you guys are here. Now, do you agree with me?! Sabi nga ni Van, “ayoko maging tuko na laging kumakapit, may sarili kaming buhay.” --- thanks Van. ;-) and to add on that, it’s sooooo unhealthy. You need to pull each other up not go with the flow nor let your partner fall down just because you’re feeling down. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;“I have learned not to expect anything from my partner, I realized that too many expectations will only lead to many disappointments since we don’t have the same frame of mind. I respect him and I am aware that he is a different person. I’ll continue giving as long as I can, but when I don’t feel like doing it anymore, I’ll stop. Love is not something one asks for. It is something freely given. Enough of the ideal man or woman. No matter how hard we look, we will never find him/her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;---We can actually be sometimes idealistic--- I know I am, thus, never forget to be realistic. Learn to have the balance of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes, we are blinded with lies and false hopes. Been there done that--- a very looong time ago. But now, I am a fool no more. ;-) As what my Twinie’s message to me goes: what would you choose? A relationship that lasts but full of selfishness and lies or a relationship that didn’t last because of just about truth? Think about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am full of love and being loved sooo much. I don’t need to elaborate that but as what I always say and how the song goes: &lt;strong&gt;I WANT THE TRUTH TO BE MINE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentiments of this entry is for my sissies, Dbyne and Debz. Harharhar…. Remember those days?! ;-) Imissyou sissies….&lt;/span&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/4972070956550923188-9110552754207270415?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/9110552754207270415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/commitment-created-03august2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/9110552754207270415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/9110552754207270415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/commitment-created-03august2008.html' title='COMMITMENT (created 03august2008)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-205818899449147651</id><published>2008-08-04T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:17:24.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03august2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How my day was….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work… as usual, I was late. It was raining and had to take a jeep… no Felix for me yet. Darn. I miss my lovable Felix. Oh how I love him!!! Anyway, today, unlike those other days, I feel so happy and hyper. I didn’t sleep during work today. Hahaha…. What an achievement. Lol. We had our system down and tho ‘twas a bit queuing, I didn’t get tired of assisting our customers. Maybe I had too much kitkat and butterfinger and babyruth and snickers and kisses. Hihi* also, I had 2 bags of popcorn today. Create PIG?! Ahuh. I’m so bloated. Owel. Who cares? Eating is one of the most lovable stuff to do. Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to Festival mall to see my friend. Went to Safari and had couple of beers. Toinks. What a healthy lifestyle I have. But it’s alright, I’m not drunk. We didn’t drink too much, just enough to share stories of how our days have been for the past three or four days we didn’t see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home. Tired. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my mom in front of the computer and kissed her, then I ate again. EATING IS FUN!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I’m here, facing Sofia, my ever beloved and loyal notebook… BLURBING… oooops. I mean, blogging. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-205818899449147651?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/205818899449147651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/03august2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/205818899449147651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/205818899449147651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/08/03august2008.html' title='03august2008'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8104251225347355554</id><published>2008-07-31T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:24:53.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it when it's raining!!!</title><content type='html'>the day is almost over. and as what i always expect, today is a new and different day. :)&lt;br /&gt;i started my day right. i woke up with a smile on my face and in my heart. i woke up with a humming melody...when i opened my eyes, i saw a very beautiful creation of God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rainy. i love rainy days. it gives me relaxation...i'm off from work today. thursday and friday are my &lt;strong&gt;NO.WORK.NO.STRESS.DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to ponder and recall all the good things that happened to me and is happening in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feu won over admu. just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;UST won as well... GO USTE!!! --- pure blood THOMASIAN. harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was almost perfect and good. just had a little glitch but still i managed to smile and take it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate arguements and i hate it when some things happen because something simply has its &lt;strong&gt;CONSTANT SICKNESS&lt;/strong&gt;. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that "little glitch", i'm okay again and smiled and laughed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day is almost over but i am still wide awake and happy--- simply because i know, i lived my day right. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8104251225347355554?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8104251225347355554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-it-when-its-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8104251225347355554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8104251225347355554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-it-when-its-raining.html' title='i love it when it&apos;s raining!!!'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7345369612210484287</id><published>2008-07-31T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:08:04.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>work hard. party harder. life is a BIG party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everyday is a learning process for each one of us… sometimes we do something we thought would be for better but in the end it would turn out to be for the worst. Sometimes we would do something we don’t want to just to please somebody or because it is the right thing to do and no matter how we hate doing it, we would realize in the end that we did a GOOD JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is confusing and sometimes we have to make several run around then finally we would find out that we’ve just overlooked the way out and we should have tried going on that road--- a bit early I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday’s not a good day for everyone but every waking up day is God’s gift to us that we must treasure, cherish and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t easily get impress or envy people who has lots of material things… I’ve been there. I used to be my pop’s little princess and though we’re not overwhelming with money, I can definitely say that EVERYTHING I asked for were given to me. Sky’s the limit. I have experienced to have everything I want and God gave me a happy family. Supportive parents and I am well provided with everything that I don’t just need as well as what I want. In short, I am my pop’s &lt;strong&gt;BRAT&lt;/strong&gt; slash &lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/strong&gt; slash &lt;strong&gt;BABYGIRL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having everything you want isn’t easy. Sometimes, we need to experience loss and pain for us to learn and sometimes, we learn things in a hard way. &lt;strong&gt;BEEN THERE DONE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens and wherever life leads us, only one thing matters, HOW YOU’VE BEEN AS A PERSON?! --- if I am to answer that question, I’d say that at this point of time, I’m already living my life to the fullest. I have some regrets but still I manage to live my life in a positive way and I’m keeping everything in balance. I learned to let go of the attitude of having TOO MUCH of everything and learned to live the kind of life where I could share everything to others and give my best in everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people. I love my family. I love my friends and I love my enemies--- I don’t personally have one. People around me help me realize the beauty of life. My family gives me strength and courage to go on and keep on moving forward. My friends, my shadow in the dark, my constant companions, the people whom I can share my woes and happiness the people who makes me feel loved when I am at the downfall of life. The enemies, the people who hate me just because this is me and the fact that they can never be like me. People who are trying to fake every detail in me and try to make me fall but they know inside, its way too impossible to happen. I don’t know what I did to make them hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person is different and we have to face it. I am unique and so are you. No need to neither envy me nor be jealous. By just being yourself, you can be a good person. I am not saying here that I am &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt;. I am not. If only you know how many pits I had to go thru to be where I am at right now. I still have lots of dreams and hopes to fulfill and so many passions to push thru.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of times when I needed to give up something for something. Life is a gamble. If you don’t know how to play it right and confidently, you won’t go anywhere but there, where you are right now. Life is a big party, we need to have fun and enjoy it to maintain the balance our life needs. Life is a cycle and we need to learn in every phase we go thru and see the mistakes we’ve committed in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, letting go is healthy most especially when we have no other way out and when we have completely lost ourselves. But if you know how to play it perfectly right, when you know how to dance on its tune, and then keep on dancing keep on playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, after making it thru all the storms that passed, &lt;strong&gt;LETTING GO&lt;/strong&gt; is no longer in my vocabulary I guess. I learned how to keep things I want, I need and I love in my life. I know how to handle things right. People sometimes think that it’s crazy to have it all but actually it is not. Balance is all you need in life. Yes, too much of everything is bad. Too little of something makes one weak. Try to keep everything in balance then you’ll feel good and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so sick of everything, but now, I am no longer ill hearted. I just have this certain “A” for attitude on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many mistakes, so many tears, so many wrong turns, everything’s fine and I know everything will be okay. No more tears to shed. No more sleepless nights. No more sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a learning process and I know, I am perfectly okay now…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-7345369612210484287?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7345369612210484287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-hard-party-harder-life-is-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7345369612210484287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7345369612210484287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-hard-party-harder-life-is-big.html' title='work hard. party harder. life is a BIG party.'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5990916820139178008</id><published>2008-07-12T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:10:18.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ANSWERED PRAYER ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;finally the long wait is over... for the past months, i've been blogging and whining about something that i can't understand... you won't see those blog entries here, it's on another blog account. [private blog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for quite a long time, i've entrusted almost everything to a person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my trust, love, faith, attention, commitment, almost all --- without demands and expectations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we've experienced all bliss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;along the way, i felt something went wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know what it is, but i can sense that something's not right and im totally clueless and i dont knoe where to start in searching for the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all i did is pray and still trust and had faith that everything will be alright. i cried pales of tears and spent lots of sleepless nights. cradled myself in tears to sleep.been so down and broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ohhh... so pathetic. darn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;despite the pain, i chose to keep my silence and embrace the pain that the situation and happenings caused me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i was even @ the point of letting go of everything... the feelings, the person, the mems --- so i can free myself from pain. but, if i'll let go, "will i be happy?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my friends have different point of views:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1st: let go and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2nd: just hold on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im totally torn. i didn't knoe what should i do when it's me that's being killed softly with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the only thing that kept me holding on is my TRUST. i didn't rush to hear the answers and explanation. i knoe, i God's time, i'm going to have them. in the right time, in the right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i never have imagined and thought that i'd love a person so much--- such as the love i have right now. this is a special gift from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;last night, he gave me ALL the things i've been longing to hear. i can say it's the ABSOLUTE TRUTH. no lies. as what i always say, LET'S ALWAYS BE HONEST AND OPEN TO ONE ANOTHER. he gave me the explanation, exactly how i was wishing him to say it... it was the perfect timing. perfect moment. everything was just so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;even if the picture isn't sooo perfect, the person is all worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IF I LET GO long before time, i guess, i won't have the happiness and peace of mind he gave me last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as what i always say: THAT PERSON WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY TRUST, LOVE, AND FAITH always ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my ANSWERED PRAYER ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thank you lord... THANK YOU GOD ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;---love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5990916820139178008?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5990916820139178008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/07/answered-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5990916820139178008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5990916820139178008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/07/answered-prayer.html' title='ANSWERED PRAYER ;)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-4523851781034047083</id><published>2008-06-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:02:22.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>make up and break up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...goodbye my almost lover,goodbye my hopeless dreams,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trying not to think about you,can't you just let me be?,so long my luckless romance,my back is turn on you,i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; known when you'd bring me heartache,almost lover always do..."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shoutout&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*lately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been hearing about broken marriages, failing relationships and those that finally came to an end... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not one of those and not planning to be counted&lt;/strong&gt;, just to make everything clear... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; just last month, one of my cousins got married--- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so happy for her and praying that their marriage will last. but unlike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joan's&lt;/span&gt; fairy tale that has a HAPPILY EVER AFTER ending, some of my friends who happens to be so close to me were experiencing different dilemmas about their relationships....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this blog isn't meant to embarrass them or make them look stupid or whatever. just to share some thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;friend#1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;she had a 4 or 5 yr relationship which came to a tragic end... they broke up few months ago... they used to be a picture of a perfect couple. like everyone thought they'll end up together as man and wife. along the way, something happened, maybe the "magic" finally fade away. she's one of my closest friends and we used to share the same sentiments... i feel sad for her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i catch her online, i would always ask her the most stupid question &lt;em&gt;"mare, how's everything? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kmusta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kna&lt;/span&gt;?!", &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;syempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;namang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sabihin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;araw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;araw&lt;/span&gt; that she's not okay. she would always tell me &lt;em&gt;"okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/em&gt;of course i know she's not okay tho, still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; ask her that same question everyday... she's not the nagger type neither the jealous type, but i don't know what went wrong... maybe the perfectness of the relationship caused their breakup... ---pardon me, i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lugar&lt;/span&gt; to judge what's the real cause....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;friend #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;she's my friend for like years now... her son is my godson. this friend had like more than a 6yr relationship with the father of her son... but just a couple of days ago, she surprised me with a text message that says: &lt;em&gt;mare, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; ----, it's official&lt;/em&gt;. i know she's going through a lot of hardships and coping up nowadays... they have a 1yr old son and they've been together for the longest time---since she was in college. this week she's relocating---&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;forcely&lt;/span&gt; relocating near my area for good... i know it's her choice for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;friend #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;she's &lt;em&gt;miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;papatalo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; she's one of my friends who's always mad and we call her &lt;em&gt;miss insecure.&lt;/em&gt; asking why?! she and this boyfriend have been together for also----years and counting. but it's been a cycle.... they're the typical on/off relationship which obviously---it's going nowhere... they wanna keep the relationship even if both of them knows that it's not gonna work anymore---&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;pinipilit&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;pwede&lt;/span&gt;. my girl friend is always the miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;madaldal&lt;/span&gt; and miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;matanong&lt;/span&gt;. always wants an answer for everything and if she fails to hear what she wants to hear, no doubt, trouble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; next... i am not being too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;pakilamera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nila&lt;/span&gt;---- with consent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;those were just 3 examples of a lot of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;kilala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;anu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;anong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;pinagdadaanan&lt;/span&gt; nowadays... lately, me and 2 of my friends are playing like psychs[the course that i really want!!!] we've been analyzing this plague or epidemic or whatever you wanna call it... why some relationships fails...the cause, the factors, the reasons.... whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to share this to you, earlier, i was in a conversation with one of my friends, she's a psych student from one of the colleges along taft ave, manila... i wanna quote her on this: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"sobrang important ng RESPECT sa isang relationship to last other than LOVE AND TRUST. parang domino effect yang love, trust and respect. pag nawala ang isa pilay na ung relationship". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---which i strongly agrees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just last night, i was with a friend... take note, she's one of my confindante, my sister, my enemy, my friend... yeah, she's in a relationship right now and for countless times, she caught her partner cheating on her... last night she's telling me---one wrong move, he's dead. of course she's not gonna kill him literally, but she came to her END POINT. she's suspecting the guy having another "new" career... she has forgiven him a lot of times but it has been a cycle. but as what i always tell her: "kahit anong gawin nyang panloloko o pano ka nya lokohin, wag na wag mong mumurahin o sisigawan". obviously, may love pa din sila sa isa't isa pero hindi na yun enough to sustain the relationship that they tried to take care of for the longest time. madaming factors yan... kung bakit nanloloko o nambababae ang guys---only them knows the answer. mahirap magjudge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;based on my guy friends' point of view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;---man hates it when his girl is the clingy type. nakakasakal din daw kapag sobrang selosa ng girl or nagger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;per my opinion, yeah, they have a point. actually sobrang tama kasi same applies to girls. it's irritating pag sobrang seloso ng boyfriend mo. i'd prefer to have a relationship na moderate lang sa lahat ng bagay. sabi nga lahat ng sobra masama. my friend had a boyfriend before na sobra kung mkapag check ng celphone. laging tamang hinala. pero pag ung girl ung nagtanong mainit pa sa apoy ang ulo. kahit simpleng tanong lang. so she'd rather keep quiet na lng pra walang problema. pero mali din kasi umaabuso. after years of observation, i've been blogging about this since last year, here's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE top three main ingredients of a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;trust---kasi may security. secured ka na kahit malayo sya, ikaw lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;love---of course sino ba namang idyota ang papasok sa relasyon ng walang love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;respect---meaning, lahat ng bagay about your partner, whether it's his family, friends, stuff, feelings, dapat may respeto ka.... pinaka importante toh... pag once nang nawala ang respect... believe me, little by little magffade na din ung love and mawawala ung magic. oo masarap ung idea at feeling na in love ka, but take note of these things. so that when you love,hindi ka makakasakal. hindi ka makakasakit. hindi ka mawawalan ng respeto. alam mo kung anong tama---saan ka dapat lumugar.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know if this blog makes sense...alam ko hindi gnon ka organize ung thoughts... pero nilagay ko lang ung nasa isip ko... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/4972070956550923188-4523851781034047083?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/4523851781034047083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-up-and-break-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4523851781034047083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4523851781034047083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-up-and-break-up.html' title='make up and break up'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-6187061068307940933</id><published>2008-06-23T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:26:03.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hugs and kisses***</title><content type='html'>*have nothing to say actually.... just want to send a SMILE to everybody today!!! thanks thanks!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luvyah guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-6187061068307940933?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/6187061068307940933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/hugs-and-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/6187061068307940933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/6187061068307940933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='hugs and kisses***'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3901339588831606899</id><published>2008-06-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:49:58.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>jotting down some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's been a while since i created my last entry here... i've been quite busy with some things.... you know ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;after posting my entry entitled: LIFE IS TOO SHORT FOR DRAMA, i tried to continuously reconstruct myself and be happy with the way it is. yes, i know, life isn't perfect, and life isn't always a bed of roses, as what they say, roses have thorns! i'm coping with the changes and adjusting with the new way of living...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it has never been that easy but at least i'm trying to be @ my best in everything! i've learned to appreciate the value of having a complete family, i realized that there's a thin line between friendly friends than my TRUE FRIENDS, and i've learned to love that special someone in the most amazing way i can--- i'm even surprised with myself! i won't go into details but forgiveness, acceptance, trust and faith is very important to me. and now, prayer is my BEST WEAPON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this entry is not all about my so called love life, nevertheless, i want to share this important thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-----love comes @ the most unexpected time. when you fall in love, it isn't by choice, it is by fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;God won't put you into that situation if there's just no reason at all, you just need to find out what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;from the past relationships, i've been cheated a lot of times, i have forgiven them but i never recon my relationships with them. i have learned to let go...painful as it is, but the joy of being worry free and gaining back the old me is more than worth the sacrifice. just for the record i had an almost 4yr relationship,i thought of holding on but the pain's just not worth it. if he loved me, he won't cheat, he won't lie, he won't deny me. and now, i'm finally happy with what i have... i found happiness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's true, when God closes the door, He opens the window. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;never say sorry for loving someone, for it's fate's decree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;don't let someone fall inlove with you if loving him/her back is just way out of your league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-----loving someone doesn't mean that we have the right to own them. when you're in love, it doesn't mean you need and have to be together 24/7. you have to live your own lives. love never dies if it's real and despite of the distance, as long as you believe, as long as you trust each other, nothing can come in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;people stays together b/c despite of their independence from each other, it's their choice to stay with each other because there's no other place in this world that can be any happier than knowing that they have one another. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;---now, i think my prayer's answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am happy... happy being this way. staying this way. thank you. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;....love comes at the most unexpected time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-3901339588831606899?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3901339588831606899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/jotting-down-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3901339588831606899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3901339588831606899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/jotting-down-some-thoughts.html' title='jotting down some thoughts...'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8666315449088287140</id><published>2008-06-05T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:02:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is too short for drama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;for the past weeks, thoughts about my future, my life, how i've been as a person, as a daughter, as a friend, has been a "real" issue to me. i tried to reflect on the things that happened and that's happening with the retionships i have with the people around me. pretty well, i guess... i tried to renew my relationship with God, which i admitedly have not taken good care of, with my friends whom i've unconciously neglected and with my family whom i unintentionally took for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;i am trying to regather the missing pieces of me which i've lost along my life's journey. i am trying to be the "old me" that people around me loved. the old LOVE that my pop and mom refers to as "BABY KO". the LOVE that my cousins call "LABLAB" when we were younger. the LOVE that never hesitates to help her friends. the LOVE that everybody have loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;i know i've done a lot of mistakes. i know one way or another, i've hurt the people so dear to me. thus, with all my courage and perseverance, i know, everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;for the people i've hurt--- im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;for the people that i've done wrong--- i hope you can find a soft spot in your heart for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;i love my life. and i love the way im living it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;life is too short for drama!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8666315449088287140?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8666315449088287140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-too-short-for-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8666315449088287140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8666315449088287140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-too-short-for-drama.html' title='life is too short for drama...'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7249412776864639848</id><published>2008-05-26T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:03:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THiS iS My POP =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCupqIycI/AAAAAAAAABA/pBE04IaMYkg/s1600-h/P24-05-08_18.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204686426092390850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCupqIycI/AAAAAAAAABA/pBE04IaMYkg/s320/P24-05-08_18.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCu5qIydI/AAAAAAAAABI/0mvRiz7Ty5Y/s1600-h/P24-05-08_18.08[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204686430387358162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCu5qIydI/AAAAAAAAABI/0mvRiz7Ty5Y/s320/P24-05-08_18.08%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCu5qIyeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d64NRRt_4kU/s1600-h/fsdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204686430387358178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCu5qIyeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d64NRRt_4kU/s320/fsdf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my all time favorite superhero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my no. 1 fan =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the man behind everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my POP!!! =)&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/4972070956550923188-7249412776864639848?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7249412776864639848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-my-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7249412776864639848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7249412776864639848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-my-pop.html' title='THiS iS My POP =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDrCupqIycI/AAAAAAAAABA/pBE04IaMYkg/s72-c/P24-05-08_18.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1924170273939206424</id><published>2008-05-26T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:20:07.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try to think about it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[[[if you don't correct them when they upset you... they will never learn how to treat you with respect...]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[[[when you cheat, do it on paper, not on your partner]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;[[[it's harmless to be with the person who has that special spark for you... laugh around, flirt a little... after all, there's no commitment involved... it's actually fun if fun is really you're after... but believe me, it gets confusing in the long run and you'll just sit in a corner wondering... is this all?]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[[love is not finding someone to go to bed with... but finding someone you want to wake up with in the morning]]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[[[true love covers the eyes to see no wrong. it darkens reason to consider situation.it loves more when it hurts much and it's still true even to the point of letting go...]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;ano&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[[[falling in love is never a choice, it is by chance. falling out of love is never by chance, it is by choice...]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;[[[a proven truth: the more you show the person you love that you can't live without him.... the more reasons you're giving him to take you for granted]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1924170273939206424?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1924170273939206424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/try-to-think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1924170273939206424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1924170273939206424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/try-to-think-about-it.html' title='try to think about it....'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1519581821589386549</id><published>2008-05-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T05:57:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when i miss you,you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes and feel the beat of my heart as it beats for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i miss you, you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i hug a pillow, and as if i'm hugging you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i miss you, you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i pray to God and ask Him to give me more love for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;when i miss you, you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i sing the song you used to sing when i'm with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;when i miss you, you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i talk to God, and tell Him the things i like about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;when i miss you, you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i feel the breeze as it touches my face and think the warmth of your embrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;when i miss you you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;i go to places we've been and cherish the memories i've shared with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;when i miss you, you know what i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because in my heart, i know, i just can't stop missing you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1519581821589386549?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1519581821589386549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1519581821589386549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1519581821589386549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8210404552438503427</id><published>2008-05-23T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:46:44.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FaCtS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i've been calling myself &lt;strong&gt;MS. MICHELIN&lt;/strong&gt; for weeks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i didn't cook for the last 6 weeks until last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i didn't eat adobo for the past 5 weeks and 5 days until 3 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;out of boredom, i was able to troubleshoot my notebook--finally it's working now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i wore green for 5 days straight last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i went to starbucks 2 weeks ago, i ordered &lt;strong&gt;MOCHA FRAP&lt;/strong&gt; which i rarely do and finally, they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;got the right spelling of &lt;strong&gt;KIMI&lt;/strong&gt; [no longer &lt;strong&gt;JIMMY&lt;/strong&gt;!] =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i got disappointed when they removed the &lt;strong&gt;MICHELIN&lt;/strong&gt; billboard in slex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;remembering the mems we had makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i was really happy last friday when &lt;strong&gt;MR. MICHELIN&lt;/strong&gt; picked me up from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i think MR. MICHELIN looks really good when he's fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;MR. MICHELIN'S&lt;/strong&gt; not fat, he's just &lt;strong&gt;BIG BONED&lt;/strong&gt;... harharhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i've been waiting for 06june since 12april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i realized, i am still capable of loving somebody despite of the odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;just the thought of 06june is just few days away gives me the courage to go to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i became more patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i became more understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i became more considerate with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;im excited with our post summer escapade =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;BETTY BOOP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and most of all... i miss &lt;strong&gt;MR. MICHELIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.glitterfy.com/144/glitterfy084418T712D37.gif" alt="Glitter Words" border=0 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8210404552438503427?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8210404552438503427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8210404552438503427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8210404552438503427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/facts.html' title='FaCtS...'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8316490427676753947</id><published>2008-05-23T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:19:32.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks notice =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the day's almost over =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after tonight, it will be 13 days to go and i'll see him again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;see, 2mos. isn't that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing has changed. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8316490427676753947?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8316490427676753947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-weeks-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8316490427676753947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8316490427676753947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-weeks-notice.html' title='2 weeks notice =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1207367473359908136</id><published>2008-05-22T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:39:03.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMs.... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDXLppqIyaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jI2dljszl-Q/s1600-h/1_374132786l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203288860914141602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDXLppqIyaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jI2dljszl-Q/s400/1_374132786l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;what i miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. hearing the alarm for the 3:30am wake up call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. repeatedly calling you until it's 4:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. being bothered if you'll make it on time for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. ask if you had your bfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. ask for the time of your break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6. the packed lunch =) that made you FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7. the last break... the only break that we have at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. michelin billboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9. the corny jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10. the 6:30pm text from you--- which used to be daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11. the memorable spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12. when you sang QUANDO QUANDO with all your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13. the long drives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;14. the people we get to see who were riding in motorcycles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;15. taking pictures of you when you're sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;16. silhouette =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;17. BETTY BOOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;18. calls that surprised me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;19. hearing that 'voice'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;20. just the mere fact that i can't see you and i have to wait until those times happen again...&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/4972070956550923188-1207367473359908136?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1207367473359908136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/mems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1207367473359908136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1207367473359908136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/mems.html' title='MeMs.... =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SDXLppqIyaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jI2dljszl-Q/s72-c/1_374132786l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7036655568082301974</id><published>2008-05-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:10:16.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, im an EMO... so?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ever felt like screaming? -----just laugh your heart out&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like crying? -----just smile as if nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like dying? -----just go on with your life, live it to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;ever been betrayed? -----it's okay, they'll have their karma&lt;br /&gt;did somebody lied to you? -----pretend as if you believe him, as if you know&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding what you really feel is hard...&lt;br /&gt;tell me, if you'll show how you really feel, would it make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;when you tried to ignore that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;when you tried to keep your sanity...&lt;br /&gt;when almost everything you've saved for yourslef was taken away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....what else can you do? where would you start?&lt;br /&gt;....when all the people around you knows everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;....when they begin to ask you questions, and you just don't know what to say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i am not the suicidal type or the psycho tootoot.... that's just so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just trying to speak for my heart... yeah. i thought i don't have it, but surprisingly, i have =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after those hardships and pains i've experienced from the past relationships&lt;br /&gt;...thought i'm strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was MS. TOUGHIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;is it because he or whoever out there, thinks that i am that "toughie toughie girl", he or whoever out there can take me for granted??? i don't know. i am not blaming him or whoever out there... it's just that how he or whoever out there makes me feel sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's my choice... no need to ask why... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per momy arisse: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"when it coes it comes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per divina gracia: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"when it hurts, it's real"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and per ms. michelin: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW CAN'T HURT YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the KOWTABOL KOWT of the lukrita sissies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this entry's not being serious anymore... haha... i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am not making sense here again... hard to explain. i even don't knoe why am i writing this..or i just miss being the lit and features editor?! haha =)maybe i just miss writing. weeee.. excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go but i don't want to let go. i know there's a reason for everything. God wont put me on this situation for nothing. either He wants me to learn more or this is His blessing?! wow. an answered prayer?! =) why not?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the people around us say, i know more than they know... and that i know how to trust him or whoever out there. i may not know him or whoever out there that much, but i still believe that all the things he or whoever out there have showed me, it's REAL, he's REAL. and i don't have to pretend about anything to him or whoever out there =) he or whoever out there might not knoe these things but it's okay. i don't need him or whoever out there to read this... i just want to release my so-called 'temporary insanity' =P tomorrow i'll be fine.... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-7036655568082301974?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-lyrics-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8063726893244752099</id><published>2008-05-22T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T05:15:01.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon me guys =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako na jologs....sorry =) hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img10.glitterfy.com/graphics/136/you_were_not.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-6180466087296663593</id><published>2008-05-22T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:45:34.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guys, ndelete ko na ung 3 other friendster accounts ko [&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love i, love ii and love iv&lt;/span&gt;], thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my new addy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:princesa.agape@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;princesa.agape@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those who were asking WHY i deleted those account.... para isa nalang iccheck ko...hnd na hasel?! hihi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those whow were asking why i also &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;changed my EMAIL&lt;/span&gt;??? for an obvious reason....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am no longer PKAY's pretty maldita.... matagal na....o pwde, wala nang kunwaring msshock?!hihi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ngyon lang tlga ako nagka time na ayusin and magdelete...sorry... hehe =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks thanks guys!!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mwamwa***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-6180466087296663593?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/6180466087296663593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/6180466087296663593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/6180466087296663593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='finally =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-4415636340042618461</id><published>2008-05-22T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:13:41.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singing my heart out =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the world is cold,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing for me but to love you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With each word your tenderness grows,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tearing my fear apart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It touches my foolish heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely ... Never, ever change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep that breathless charm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't you please arrange it ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I love you ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just the way you look tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just the way you look to-night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-4415636340042618461?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/4415636340042618461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/singing-my-heart-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4415636340042618461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4415636340042618461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/singing-my-heart-out.html' title='singing my heart out =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-3125116093368414462</id><published>2008-05-18T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:34:56.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW bLeSsiNg =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday, one of the closest people in my heart got married!&lt;br /&gt;Joan, who’s been my friend, one of my confidante and cousin was married to Ron. Her boyfriend for months until yesterday he became her hubby… Joan and I have known each other since we were in grade school.  We’ve shared a lot of dreams together, laughter and tears. I’ve seen her bloom into a beautiful young lady and witnessed as she became Mrs. Johanna Mae Y. Olivarez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally cousin, this is it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nuptial rite was peaceful and emotional at the same time… everybody was happy to see these two people become one. They received two blessings from God. The blessing for their marriage and a blessing of life… I hope and pray that the marriage of  this couple will last…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Corinthians 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, it is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick- tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-3125116093368414462?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/3125116093368414462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3125116093368414462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/3125116093368414462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-blessing.html' title='NeW bLeSsiNg =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-5838715087651928434</id><published>2008-02-16T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:33:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored. as i've always been =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;sensitivity&lt;/span&gt; has been a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; deal to me for the past weeks... [&lt;em&gt;really now&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think i've been&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; too insensitive&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, just realized. bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've always been &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the princess. the only one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not until i came out of the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'real world'&lt;/span&gt;. a lot of people offered to hold my hand and promised not to let go. i gave my trust. i loved. i fell. i stumbled. i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ive been thru a lot.i mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A LOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. like you wont imagine.crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i used to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whole heartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BETRAYAL&lt;/span&gt; changed me/maybe at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm trying to be as insensitive as i can be so that nobody can hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i guess i'm not a good actress. i can't pretend that i don't love, i dont care and i don't trust these people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cry&lt;/span&gt; a lot without you knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for somebody without letting him know [there you go...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i care&lt;/span&gt; for everybody around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i pretend&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;INSENSITIVE &lt;/strong&gt;tho im not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;im clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;im childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i trust easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i forgive&lt;/span&gt; without hesitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i laugh my heart out at silly things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i miss everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love living my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love giving love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i may act as if i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but my eyes will show you the real feelings i have inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im still a kid at heart.so pure, so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i am not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INSENSITIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;....only if people have the guts to tell me how they also feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5838715087651928434?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5838715087651928434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-as-ive-always-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5838715087651928434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/5838715087651928434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-as-ive-always-been.html' title='bored. as i&apos;ve always been =)'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8625988378582273170</id><published>2008-02-16T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:05:25.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.senseless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;How many times does one’s heart need to be broken before it expires??? Or should I say before it realizes that it’s over used??? Why does it feel so much pain on the pettiest thing? Or the heart is just the most over reacting part of our body system??? According to one of my favorite writers, "it only functions to supply blood to our body!" ahuh. So yeah… why does when someone gets hurt, that someone always blames the heart? The HEART that only supplies blood. Tsk tsk… too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what part of our body system must be blamed for the pain. If it’s not the heart then who’s the culprit?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that kind of emotion when you feel so low, when you can’t just breathe because of the pain? Because of the situation you are at the moment? If it’s not the heart, then why does it make your heart beat faster and faster and why can’t you even breathe? As if something is keeping your heart from normally beating. It’s soooo abnormal! Yeah, that’s abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I’m coming from right now. Maybe this is just "a product of boredom".&lt;br /&gt;Does somebody know where the pain comes from?&lt;br /&gt;And another question that just popped up my mind, if pain does not come from the heart, does it mean that happiness, love, passion, affection and all those good stuff that we feel doesn’t also comes from the heart? Where does it come from then? Is it from the mouth? Throat? Eyes? Elbow? Palm? That’s crazy, isn’t it? I know.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, where does emotion comes from? Why do we say "I love you from the bottom of my heart!" w.o.w! so does it mean that we can literally feel the bottom of our heart and that is where the so- called ‘emotion’ comes from? Wtf. So it’s not the entire heart to be blame. We shouldn’t say "I’m going to give you my whole heart" or use the phrase "whole heartedly" we must just say "I’ll love you with all the bottom of my heart." Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know now.&lt;br /&gt;I’m done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-8625988378582273170?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8625988378582273170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/02/senseless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8625988378582273170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8625988378582273170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/02/senseless.html' title='.senseless.'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7902529722398422677</id><published>2008-01-15T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:43:46.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;not because you see the smile i drew this morning on my face it means i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sometimes it's better to pretend that i'm happy and hide the confusion i feel than let you know i'm twisted and hear you say "so?" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;whatever.... just felt like saying it.... AS IF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;like whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;feels like i need more coffee.... *heart beats faster and faster*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this is crazy. and i'm clumsy. and i know why. but i don't wanna know why. oooopppps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maybe what i mean is, i don't want to entertain the reason why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i just wanna play on the safe side as i've always been. i gave hints. that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;numb but not dumb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;read between the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;why not make it straight to the point???&lt;br /&gt;no.... don't rush things.&lt;br /&gt;if its meant to be, then poof! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senseless. i know.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointless....useless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFORT?! duh. AS IF?!&lt;br /&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/4972070956550923188-7902529722398422677?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7902529722398422677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/twisted-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7902529722398422677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7902529722398422677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/twisted-2.html' title='twisted 2'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-8167289356440764311</id><published>2008-01-15T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:20:39.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cLumSy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Girl can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The first time, that I saw your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Boy you looked right through me, mm mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Played it cool, but I knew you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; That cupid hit me, mm mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me trippin',(oh) stumblin',(oh) flippin',(oh) fumblin'(oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love(in love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me slippin,(oh) tumblin,(oh) sinking,(oh) fumblin(oh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love(in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So in love with choo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh No)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh How)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cant breath, when you touch my sleeve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Butterflies so crazy, ummm ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Whoa now? Think I'm goin' down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Friends don't know what's with me, mmm mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me trippin',(oh) stumblin',(oh) flippin',(oh) fumblin'(oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love(in love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me slippin, tumblin, sinking, fumblin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love(in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So in love with Choo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh No)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh Please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it (Oh No)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (Speakin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This love sick thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I like serious relationships and uh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A girl like me don't stay single for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 'Cuz everytime a boyfriend and I break up, my world is crushed and I'm all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The love bug crawls right back up and bites me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And I'm back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it. (In love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it. (Oh God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it. (I'm back in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Girl can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Whooo hoo hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it. (I'm back in love, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it. (I'm back in love, yeah baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She can't help it. The girl can't help it. (I'm back in love, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love (in love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me slippin, tumblin, sinking, fumblin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love (in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So in love with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love (in love) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You got me slippin, tumblin, sinking, fumblin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clumsy 'cuz I'm fallin in love (in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So in love with you...&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/4972070956550923188-8167289356440764311?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/8167289356440764311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/clumsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8167289356440764311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/8167289356440764311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/clumsy.html' title='cLumSy'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-1206207576797032557</id><published>2008-01-08T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:03:18.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you made my day complete!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;january 8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;went to aplaya with my peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;big welcome to debbie, derhyck, ralph and apple to the group =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;BIG HUG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;had 3? 4? buckets?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;actually, what's new.... it has been our every other week...or should i say every week routine. but what's new is, we had our additional guys here... who drove me home?!---- well, my big sis BALOT. =) (oh, thanksee sis!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;boe, you have to keep your mouth shut gurl!!! we're friends!!!! ----love yah! =) thanks for making my day. BIGTIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sorry, was soooo makulit. why? cause of da boi--- it's mr. manzano! just wait and see bro.... wait, kelangan nyo ba ko i seminar ni jay??? =) uh oh.... nah.....BALOT and MILAN will kill me.... oh and also momee arisse... i'm behaving myself. okay?! tsk tsk.... well, im a goodgurl, you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;went home at around 9am??? yeah--- i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;today @ 3pm, gotta do some serious stuff... SERIOUS.... what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;yeah yeah... will let you know =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1206207576797032557?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1206207576797032557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-made-my-day-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1206207576797032557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/1206207576797032557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-made-my-day-complete.html' title='you made my day complete!'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7319991279650632635</id><published>2008-01-03T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T03:39:33.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW YeAr!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy New year to everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;dec 30-31: we're at jay's place @ sta. rosa with friends... they were drank exept for me. hihi =P then went to work and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;New year was spent in the office in my station talking like sh*t...ate a lot... like there's no tomorrow ( what's new). but what i missed was spending my new year at home, with fam.... darn. that's the sad part there now. first new year that i wasn't home to watch the fireworx with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;jan2: me and my peeps had our late new year celebration..... basag na naman. but that was really a good one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;don't know what else to put in here. i could say that im starting my year right =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sana tuloi tuloi... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-7319991279650632635?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7319991279650632635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7319991279650632635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/7319991279650632635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='NeW YeAr!!!!!'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.lovebibit.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or my most updated friendster addy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pkaysprettymaldita@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pkaysprettymaldita@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-1809430655727482589?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/1809430655727482589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-it-rain-it-pours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas is over. new year's just around the corner. New year, new chapter of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After a four year relationship it's now officially over. But i'm okay.  Nothing to mourn for. As what i always say, don't cry over spilled milk. yeah, my was not so famous that became famous line!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now i'm living the new chapter of my life. have fully accepted all that happened to me few weeks ago...(3weeks to be exact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it became a cycle. one day of sweetness, following day will be our "world war 3"-day, next day is the day of forgiveness then??? what's gonna be next??? within those four years, i hoped that something will change. it did. but not for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this isn't out of bitterness or whatever. just to share what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we're in talking terms =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have nothing to be bitter for. right?! it's a two way street. both of us committed mistake. both were hurt. both deserves freedom and happiness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A POSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-5395824752035600489?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/5395824752035600489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why would you keep on coming back to me when you have another person to be with at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why would you keep on coming back to me when you know i had so much of those lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why would you keep on coming back to me when you caused me nothing but pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why would you keep on coming back to me when you heard me say "GOODBYE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you promised me something i believed in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you promised me something i thought was for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you promised me something i never knew would come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when you promised me, i'll be the last one for you, then again you called her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i said everything's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i said everything's clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i can no longer bear the pain, i told you to let me slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but why did you held me back, back again in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you told me you're not letting me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you told me this time, it's forever true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;every word you say seems to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;every word you say seems so full of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;every stare, every glance were really lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as if ours is neverending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but im sorry, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;go back to your home... where you belong =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-2748690591081659792?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/2748690591081659792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/06/nonsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/2748690591081659792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/2748690591081659792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/06/nonsense.html' title='nonsense'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7502338871029563778</id><published>2007-06-12T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:40:43.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things are getting better***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the other day, i was asked by bee wee: "complete this sentence, THE THINGS I REGRET..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i paused for a while, tried to recall what are the things i regret. thinking that i really don't regret anything. i know in whatever i do, i do it because IT IS WHAT I LIKE AND I AM HAPPY WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but then i told bee, "maybe the things i regret most in my life are the chances i didn't took. the only regret i have now. because when i was younger, i am afraid to lose. i won't get into a competition or fight if i know i'm going to fail. but then i realized as i grow older that i must learn how to risk something to gain something better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"like what?" bee replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"like, there are several things that are/were important for us, but sometimes those were not enough to make us happy or contented, so i thought that for us to gain or get something better, why don't we try to risk something to get something where we might be happier or which might be better for us, am i right??? do i make sense?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"yeah... alright" then Bee smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thinking on what i said on that on the spot serious question, i realized "i make sense, did i?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sometimes, we must not be afraid to risk something. sometimes, we're being put in a situation where we think, it's almost a matter of life and death. that we're so afraid to lose something that we thought for the longest time of ourlives could forever be ours. but the truth is, it's not--- they're not. everything in this life is temporary, like relationships, things, even happiness. and sometimes when once we thought of having something forever, we tend to be selfish and not letting it go even if it's no longer healthy for us. but sometimes, if we just risk something, we could have better than what we've let go and settle for a better price!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the bottom line is, we are the creator of our happiness. we are the author of our own book of life. it's up to us how we want the story to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;if in case we risk something, and fail to get something better than what we've lose, we just have to patiently wait until God finally shows us the BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;something for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i think most people don't understand it. maybe because, they're narrow minded or just not TOUGH enough to play the game of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-7502338871029563778?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/7502338871029563778/comments/default' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-7877904260812879525</id><published>2007-05-29T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:19:13.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will it be me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(VERSE1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I see the couple are walkin` by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Feel like I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Don`t wanna be alone today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; So glad no one can see what I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; How it feels to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; The girl who never gets the right guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When there`s so much I`ve got to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I wake up reaching out in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ready to hold him tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; `Til I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; That nobody is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (CHORUS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When will it be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When will I be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Somebody`s dreaming of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When`s it gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When will I find my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Lyin` inside the arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; That never let me go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I`d really like to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When will it be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (VERSE2.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; My friends seem to have all the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (Feels like love.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Knocks on their door and walks right in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I know that I am worthy of what I`ve been wishing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I can`t wait no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Love`s nowhere to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (CHORUS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (HOOK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Feeling his tender touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (Lying in his arms.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Talkin` bout forever together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Givin` him all of my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; That`s been trying to break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Don`t wanna be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I`m telling you what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I want someone who loves me for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; And when will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Wonder when will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (CHORUS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; I ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; When will it be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me???'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-2713159159556310026</id><published>2007-05-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:38:33.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was originally posted from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovebibit.blogs.friendster.com/pkaysprettymaldita"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://lovebibit.blogs.friendster.com/pkaysprettymaldita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;***sometimes no matter how much you give yourself to a person, it will never be enough. Because no matter how you want to love them, they will always control themselves not to love you...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;***if you're hurting too much because of love, love him even more... until you feel so numb... so numb that no matter what they do and what they tell you, you'll feel nothing anymore... not because you no longer love them. but simply because you know, they can never be yours, they can never love you back.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;***if you're the kind of person who have so much love to give, God will give you a person to love that's not capable of loving others...so you can show him the true essence of love***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;***when you love someone, there'll be no assurance that you'll never get hurt***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;***not all people are tough. not everybody's brave. i realized i'm so brave that no other people have the guts to do what i do. almost everybody's afraid to show their 'real' emotions... not all people are brave enough to let themselves fall...so hard... so deep... even at the end, they know, they can never be loved, the way they deserved to be loved***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;***i loved...i cried...i stumbled... yet, continuously, with all the pains and sorrows, i still love...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;***not because i cry, it means im weak, i cry because i am brave enough to show other people that i am just a human... not perfect. can feel pain... not because i am not being loved by the way i am giving my love away, it means there's something wrong with me, i am just too good that they're afraid that they might love me even more...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;***it's not bitterness that i feel, i am just hurting too much...because if it is, then why do i still feel good about others' luck?***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;***you might not love me...it's okay. i know. i can go on with my life. just let me love you, even in my silence. and if you feel there's nowhere for you to go to, please remember, in me, you still have a home***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***if one day i'll be gone, you'll never look for me. i know. and if someday we have to bid goodbye, i know you'll never gonna miss me..***&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/4972070956550923188-2713159159556310026?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-751892334520869066</id><published>2007-05-24T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T05:46:42.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne232.gif" alt="Free Comments and Graphics at pYzam.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-751892334520869066?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/751892334520869066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/05/bitch-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/751892334520869066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/751892334520869066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/05/bitch-as-it-is.html' title='bitch as it is'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-girl-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4373108714183875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/4373108714183875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-girl-wants.html' title='what a girl wants***'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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the courage to ask you if you trully love me, i believe you do...even if you don't say it to me, i believe the answer's yes.... remember? TRUST!&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't have to ask anything for you, you'll give me all the answers to my questions in the right time...we always have to look on the positive side hunny bunny =) smile, we have our destiny in our hands... whatever it is, as long we believe in each other, we'll never be apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*baduy*haha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972070956550923188-9041955787069592848?l=lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/9041955787069592848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/05/would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/9041955787069592848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972070956550923188/posts/default/9041955787069592848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinitlikehell.blogspot.com/2007/05/would-you.html' title='would you???'/><author><name>BABYLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383222196113379139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/SJboy2sCy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/TuU9Wdb08tM/S220/15712083019921m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972070956550923188.post-6700827771938682949</id><published>2007-05-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:56:20.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the BEST man i know***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/Rk-ORTxbP1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LavYILkjxfw/s1600-h/my+hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066424533831597906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQSrPstfGuo/Rk-ORTxbP1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LavYILkjxfw/s320/my+hero.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;[was originally posted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovebibit.blogs.friendster.com/pkaysprettymaldita/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;http://lovebibit.blogs.friendster.com/pkaysprettymaldita/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt; last 07-01-2005 at 06:58 PM]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was listening to my all time favorite old songs, and one of the songs i love most played.. it's a song of jose mari chan's daughter, included in his old album, sing me your song again daddy.. undeniable, im a papa's girl, i am so much attached with papa. im close to mama tho. yet maybe the bond between a father and daughter is somewhat really different....my papa is still alive and kicking! he went through a lot of operations due to heart problem tho. yet he's really a fighter which all in the family has that positive attitude. and im glad that at his age(not so old however no longer that young to be groovy) papa's still healthy.as a young lady, at my teenage years, reflecting to that song (sing me your song again daddy), i always tell myself that i'm gonna marry a man whom i could see the image of papa. how papa treats me and most of all how papa loves me.i think, i guess, and i wish, i've found him. almost at my grab... yet i am not sure if he's the one. i have no plans of getting married. that's way to come but i know, i must be preparing for my future and the future of my family.. i have so much dream. i have so much love saved for my family.during my teenage years until now, i always dreamed of wearing that wedding gown, designed by me of course, walking down the aisle, with teary eyes, walking forward with papa, to the man who'll love me and i'll love for eternity. we'll say our vows in front of god.i know every father, like papa, who took good care and nourished his only daughter with unconditional love and care all through the years dreamed of walking down the aisle with his daughter, giving her hand to the man they know will take care, love and take his responsibilities over.his role of being a father will not end at the front of that aisle, yet its a start of new journey to look forward to and accepting the husband to be as a new member of the family.way back years ago, i thought i found him. its not being in a rush to find the victim, im just like an ordinary little princess dreaming for a prince.just when i thought my prince have arrived, then i realized, he's a beast who'll just try to eat my heart out leaving me into pieces.i know papa's disappointed with the life i choose to live yet having our kian left him healthier. that's a fact. and from a frog prince i found, that was the best gift i got!as what papa kept on telling me everytime i make a mistake, "life is a matter of choice"... his words of wisdom are always alive in my heart and that i'll never forget. whenever i commits mistake, i must know how to get out of that and i must not show him how broken i am and that makes me tough and whole again.if i've been a disappointment to my parents, i know at some point of ourlives, i made them happy. and i know, the unconditional love they have for me lives. i am not trying to take them for granted. yet sometimes, the urge that i have to show them i can be the goody goody daughter they deserve keeps me from falling.i know, its not my time yet to be in a rush in settling down, it's too early for me. and i am not ready for marriage either. yet the rush of finding my lifetime partner is still in my system. and i think no matter what i do, i can never take it off me.the one that i have right now will live by me, in my dreams, in my fantasy world, in my silence as my mr. right. my family don't know him yet. i don't know if they'll be able to know him. i hope so.they said when you wish and ask God for something, straight from your heart, and you patiently waited for His answer for countless years, it will come. i asked, i wished...i might have not desperately waited. i might have tried to conquer my destiny, yet at the back of my heart, the longing for that mr. right lies...i have him in my heart now.. i am hurting. its painful keeping him. my heart still aches and i still cry myself to sleep...but he reminds me so much of papa.is it a sign that i've longed asked for??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://lovebibit.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/my_hero_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://lovebibit.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/my_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 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