<?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-8815704</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:23.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog ni gorgeous</title><subtitle type='html'>i am gorgeous!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-115113879386682766</id><published>2006-06-24T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:46:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this day turned from bad to worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;today's a bad day for me because people went shopping without me..they said because i wouldn't wake up(if they told me that we'd go shopping, then i would've woken up!) and they made it even worse when they didn't shop for me(they say it's because they do not know my size..oh come on! that's the most pathetic excuse i've ever heard in my entire life!!)&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/8815704-115113879386682766?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115113879386682766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=115113879386682766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/115113879386682766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/115113879386682766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-day-turned-from-bad-to-worst.html' title='this day turned from bad to worst'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-115045648510231719</id><published>2006-06-16T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:14:45.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't think of any</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't think of anything to type here...nothing bloggable about this week except for the 1st day of classes where nothing really happened..i mean nothing bloggable...&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/8815704-115045648510231719?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115045648510231719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=115045648510231719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/115045648510231719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/115045648510231719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-think-of-any.html' title='can&apos;t think of any'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-114682299499433359</id><published>2006-05-05T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T03:13:35.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i always make myself believe that my father doesnt hate me. i always make myself believe that someday my dad's gonna change and that all i have to do is give him another chance. i always make myself believe that somehow things are gonna be fine. but the more i make myself belive in these and a lot more lies...the more things get complicated. the harder for me to live life. the tougher it is to wake up each morning knowing he's there to make me feel how god was so wrong that He even created me. as much as i want to live a happy and normal life, its just so impossible for me with him around me. why can't i ever make myself believe that IT IS POSSIBLE THAT YOU'RE FATHER HATES YOU???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-114682299499433359?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114682299499433359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=114682299499433359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/114682299499433359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/114682299499433359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/make-believe.html' title='make believe'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-114561355875812228</id><published>2006-04-21T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:59:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one tree hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are  more than 6 billion people in this world and sometimes all you need is one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-114561355875812228?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114561355875812228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=114561355875812228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/114561355875812228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/114561355875812228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-tree-hill.html' title='one tree hill'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-114164595607138781</id><published>2006-03-06T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T03:52:40.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i met this guy once...and he changed my life since then..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i never believed in "love at first sight" until i met you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-114164595607138781?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114164595607138781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=114164595607138781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/114164595607138781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/114164595607138781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/03/fallen.html' title='fallen'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-113956607650573548</id><published>2006-02-10T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:07:56.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people hate me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know if i'm just being paranoid or something but i feel like my friends are.....backstabbing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it hurts so much for me to say this,but, sometimes when i'm with them, i feel rejected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...i wish i'm just being paranoid...&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/8815704-113956607650573548?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113956607650573548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=113956607650573548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/113956607650573548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/113956607650573548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-hate-me.html' title='people hate me'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-113645924529433904</id><published>2006-01-05T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T03:07:25.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mathematics of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You add gentle touches to my life, and subtract the pain someone left behind. Let's multiply our hearts that is full of love and we will divide the memories of hatred in the past...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-113645924529433904?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113645924529433904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=113645924529433904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/113645924529433904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/113645924529433904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/01/mathematics-of-love.html' title='mathematics of love'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-113504677476010362</id><published>2005-12-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:46:14.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My family doesn't love me...and it breaks my heart to know that because they mean the whole world to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-113504677476010362?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113504677476010362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=113504677476010362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/113504677476010362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/113504677476010362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/hatred.html' title='hatred'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112670105945252674</id><published>2005-11-08T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:38:15.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hihintayin na lnag kita sa langit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;i super love this song...ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;sa langit by moonstar88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paano kaya mapapansin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pagibig kong itong laging bitin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;panay sulyap, puro tingin, hindi na talaga lilingunin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lagi na lang nasasaktan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puso kong itong nagdurusa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laging pinipilit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pagibig koh sa iyoy dingin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hihintayin na lang kita sa langit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marahil doon ay puno ng pagibig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siguro naman ako ay pansin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pagbibigyan kahit mga bituin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paano kaya mararamdaman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pagibig mo laging dasal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marahil nga'y doon na lang sa langit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;don't forget...flirtaciousbitch.multiply.com...thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112670105945252674?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112670105945252674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112670105945252674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112670105945252674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112670105945252674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/11/hihintayin-na-lnag-kita-sa-langit.html' title='hihintayin na lnag kita sa langit..'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112618295639601399</id><published>2005-09-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:50:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha! kala niyo masaya koh...kala niyo i'm so happy today because all i did was to laugh...maybe you thought that today is a laughing day for me...haha!!! KALA niyo lang yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kung gaano koh kadami tumawa today...ha!...ganoon kalakas ng pain na nararamdaman koh!!...(parang ang sakit nun ah?!)grabe as in right now...ang bigat ng pakiramdam...i feel like someones making me sakal...ang sakit...can't breathe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kaw ba naman if you knew that the person you love and you thought loves you back(ouch...grabe...)it turns out that she's only using you to get close to your friend because its your friend who is her crush and not you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know what hurts me the most...she made me believed na..ganun...gets moh na yun...its hard to say kasi cant accept eh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she...her...OO!!!tibash nanaman ang nakasalo ng puso koh...i know its ugly..pro...thats life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112618295639601399?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112618295639601399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112618295639601399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112618295639601399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112618295639601399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/09/pretences.html' title='pretences'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112557397692490946</id><published>2005-09-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:26:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah! im moving on!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lola is at peace now!(i've finally accepted that fact)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know my lola is so happy right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know my lola will now live for eternity happily and full of love(more than ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And knowing those things, i'd be at peace...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is my lola's birthday...greet her in your prayers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearest Nanay,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Happy birthday nanay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Happy birthday nanay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Happy birthday nanay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs and kisses, love and misses, Ayie&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/8815704-112557397692490946?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112557397692490946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112557397692490946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112557397692490946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112557397692490946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112479718177295821</id><published>2005-08-23T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:58:01.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i was so (totally) lucky for the past months and i can't believe how stupid, how immature, how inconsiderate, how insensitive, how greedy, and how tightfisted i was during those days. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sil me! it diddnt even cross my mind that someday, fate will ask me to return these favors. to think that these favors were so little that it wont even have a part in my future. minute joys gigantic sorrows. while destiny gives gladness, it asks for life in return. can you see how unfair it is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have known sir nico, i shouldnt have embraced each moment that i saw sir nico, i shouldnt have seized each day i was close to john, i shouldnt have forced myself to have a closer relationship with ms espiritu, i shouldnt have lured myself (for such short time) with these pleasures if it takes a loved one to be gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as each day passes by, it gets harder and harder for me to accept the fact&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;that someone very dear to my heart has gone for eternity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S TOO LATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112479718177295821?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112479718177295821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112479718177295821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112479718177295821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112479718177295821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-someone.html' title='Missing Someone'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112399707861713620</id><published>2005-08-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:04:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>message sent in my email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just wanted to share this beautiful and touching story to all of you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&gt;You'll definitely cry...promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;yeah!i cried…kasi I forced myself to…haha…k lng…not naman tlga kakaiyak…slight lang…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; (ENTRY) One Red Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&gt; I Have Survived Essay Writing Contest!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Third Place &amp; Reader's Choice Winner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Date Posted: 2/4/2005 8:00:55 PM&gt; Author: zirma guevarra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; "Hey Mommy, what are you staring at? Are you listening, Mom?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; "I said, after watching Enteng Kabisote, let us pass by at Dad's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; favorite record store and buy him a new CD."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; "Shhhh... All right, Josh...," I whispered. "Mom heard you loud andclear,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I replied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Josh just turned 5 years old last December 25. Those five years of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; being a Mom to a very handsome, sweet and smart kid is probably the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; most exciting and fulfilling stage of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I'll be 28 years old this Feb. 14. At my age, I can recognize all the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; anime characters -- from Ghost Fighter to Ragnarok, to Lupin to Mask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ryder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Josh loves watching television and most of the time, I am his TV buddy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Whenever I would arrive home from work, he is always ready with his&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; never-ending stories of what he did at school and what had happened to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Mask Rider Ryuki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Some of my morning rituals, though repetitive, are never boring. I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; usually wake up at 5AM, take shower, prepare Josh's uniform, and make&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; sure all his stuff are inside his bag including his baon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Then I would wake up his yaya and ask her to give Josh a bath, while I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; prepare myself for the office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; In between putting on my blush-on and lipstick, I would always hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Josh giggling, yelling and making fun of his Yaya Ella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; In most times, I would get jealous of Ella, they get along well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Josh is much like his dad, they are both makulit. At his young age,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Josh loves listening to music and oftentimes mimics all rockers he&gt; sees on MTV.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Before Josh disrupted my thoughts about the CD he wished to buy for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; his Dad, I was in a trance, pondering the first time I met Kelvin...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; It was Valentines Day of 1997 when I first laid eyes on him, it was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; also my 20th birthday then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I found myself sitting alone in one of the waiting sheds of the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; campus, when I noticed him walking directly to my direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; He was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Every stride he made toward my place made me nervous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; His good looks and boyish features became too evident as he came closer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I was so conscious that I stood up and tried to walk away until he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; called out, "Mariz, wait!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I stood still, thinking, "how did this guy whom I never met before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; know my name?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; As I turned my head and looked back, he smiled and uttered, "HappyValentines".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; He then handed me a red rose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I smiled back, sat down and we talked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I learned that Kelvin was an admirer, who befriended one of my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; classmates to get to know me as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; He confessed that he, together with my classmates, really planned that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; particular day -- I found out it was the reason I sat alone, waiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; without my usual tropa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; We talked for almost an hour -- we were comfortable conversing. I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; learned that we were both on our junior year, he was taking up ECE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; while I, Business Ad. We both studied at PLM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Kelvin and I became very close -- he loved poetry and music; I liked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; cross stitching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; He was always the first one to laugh whenever he delivered a joke. As&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; for me, I often laughed at his jokes because he laughed like a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; gorilla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; We became inseparable since the first time we met. Kelvin became the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; closest person to me aside from my family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; On the eve of my graduation, after more than a year of friendship /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; courtship, he became my first boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; In 1998, I graduated from college, and Kelvin was on his 5th year in ECEthen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I remember during the graduation rites at PICC, Kelvin was hesitant to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; come and see me receive my diploma because that will also be the first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; time for him to meet my family. I forced him though. I introduced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Kelvin to my family, oh, I could not forget that scenario. He was so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; nervous and pale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; June of 1998, I was employed in one of the top corporations in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Ortigas, while Kelvin was on his last year in Engineering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; At that time, we saw to it that our relationship will not be tested by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; the temptations of the corporate world and tried our best to fight his&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; insecurity of still "being a student".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Every relationship, as they say, has its ups and downs. Kelvin started&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; to show signs of jealousy and insecurity. We seldom went out on dates,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; he always had excuses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Behind all his aloofness, I knew then that he just did not want me to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; spend money on our dates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; His pride was slowly tearing our relationship apart during those times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; There were couple of nights I spent crying instead of resting. My&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; co-workers were asking me to give up Kelvin, they insisted that life&gt; and love in college was different when starts working in the corporate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; October 26, 1998, Kelvin's birthday. I surprised him while he and his&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; study group were busy finishing their case study on Microprocessor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Clock Speed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I showed up wearing my old college uniform. He was shocked and he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; stared long at my old uniform, then he embraced me so hard that I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; raced for my breath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; When he let go, I saw tears in his eyes. He kept repeating how much he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; loved me and that he was sorry for pushing me away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; He confessed that, he was so jealous and insecure that he wanted me to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; find some other guy that could treat me out in any restaurant I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; wanted; buy me anything I pleased; or fetch me with nice cars; and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; shower me with gifts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Then I found myself crying for I never had known then how much I loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Kelvin, until I knew how sensitive he was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; How he wished to give me the WORLD, when I only longed for a single redrose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; February 14, 1999, on my 22nd birthday, he gave me one red rose; same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; as what he gave me when we first met two years before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; And I swore then, that was the only thing I wished to receive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Thursday, April 1, 1999, Kelvin fetched me from work. He bragged all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; afternoon, he said he will graduate on the 30th, Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; He kept on asking me to address him as Engineer Kelvin Regalado. I did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; That night, we made love for the first time. It was passionate and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; unforgettable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; April 18, 1999, our 2nd anniversary, Kelvin composed this poem in front ofme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Star shine's bright on a darkest night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; being with you makes every thing right...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; here is my heart with love as pure as white...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; here are my arms that will hug with all my might...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; at the bottom of the lighthouse maybe the darkest, amidst fears and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; sorrows... I'll be abreast atop mountains and hills maybe the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; loneliest but if you find yourself there..... close your eyes think of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; me... I'll be there, my dearest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Exactly a week before Kelvin's graduation, at around 5:30 in the&gt; afternoon, I received a message from my beeper, it was from his&gt; younger brother, Jethro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; The message said, "Kuya is at PGH, emergency room".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I hurriedly jumped into the first available taxi, I was literally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; crying a river.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I was accustomed to be greeted with smiles by Kelvin's family, but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; that night was different. They were all crying, and I needed not any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; word from them to know what was happening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Jethro nonetheless, told me the whole story -- The police came to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; their house and brought them to the hospital because Kelvin was shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; in a pawnshop hold-up incident and that his condition was critical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Jethro narrated that while Kelvin was pawning his necklace which he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; received from his aunt as an advanced graduation gift, two hold-uppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; suddenly showed up and shot both guard and Kelvin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Jethro's last narration dropped like a bomb on my ears. Apparently,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; Kelvin told Jethro why he wanted to pawn the necklace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; "Alam mo Jethro, ayos tong gift ni Tita, isasanla ko muna, para&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; ipambili ko ng singsing, ako magreregalo kay Mariz sa graduation ko."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; April 24, 1999, Kelvin died. Up to now I can't find the words to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; express how I felt then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; April 30, 1999, all of us whom he'd touched, whom he'd shared jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; with; all those who had read his poems, who had heard his songs, were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; marching not toward PICC for his graduation, but to his funeral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; It was the worst breakup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Two months after Kelvin died, I was diagnosed as pregnant. I cried and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; cried until tears rolled out empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; My family spoke no word, they pitied me. I thought they would kill me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; be ashamed of me, but that did not happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Both my family and Kelvin's supported me and showed how much they lovedme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; December 25, 1999, instead of humming Christmas songs and crying over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; the thoughts of not celebrating it with Kelvin, I gave birth to a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; I named Josh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Since then, the happiness that Josh and I share is beyond what his dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; would have planned for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I am no longer particular with dates and time, I don't even wear a&gt; watch, and I just make each day with my kid a day to cherish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Each day at the office is an opportunity to give Josh a better life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; education and future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; It all started with one red rose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; And until there is a rose, I will never be hopeless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; "Hey mommy, are you crying?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "No son."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "Magaling ba si Enteng?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "Di ka naman nanunuod, mommy eh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "Lika ka na, bili na tayo ng CD para ke Daddy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "Ayos, Mommy, tiyak mapapagalitan na naman si Daddy ni San Pedro dahil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; malakas na naman yun kung magpatugtog."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "Di ba Mommy?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; "Opo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; End of story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ugh...sweet kid!&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/8815704-112399707861713620?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112399707861713620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112399707861713620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112399707861713620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112399707861713620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/08/message-sent-in-my-email.html' title='message sent in my email'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112383919109435764</id><published>2005-08-12T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:33:11.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life..oh life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hey! guess what...(weh..gusto pa my ganun!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     i learned something today!!! something important...not just to me but for anyone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     i have learned that in life..you shouldnt be counting the blessingS(and i mean blesingSSSSS) God is giving you!!! coz you'll never know when its gonna end...i mean...youre dead na but still youre receiving blessingSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you just have to be thankful for what the good Lord is giving you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't know i'm just so lucky when it comes to some things....but totally not in studies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and speaking of studies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh-my-gosh!!!i'm a big fuckin loser..(hey!sa studies lang...) i mean..hello!!what in hell has gotten into me!!! wala pa koh pinapasa!!!isnt that a big freakin fucker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;good thing 2 people inspires me(originally 3...the other one...i like him only when i see him)if not because of them...ive broke down na!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;STILL I THANK THE EVER GOOD LORD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112383919109435764?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112383919109435764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112383919109435764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112383919109435764'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youre not gonna guess what happened to me today!!!i mean never!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was like on my way to the bus (its parked somwhere infront of the gym) when i saw the plate number of this car...it looked familiar so i turned to my friend who was at my back coz she walks so slow!tpos she was shouting and then i was like totally screamin at the top of my lungs and we both ended up screamin and freakin out!!!my friend like kept saying sabi koh sayo nandito pa siya eh!...but i didnt mind her...coz i was really so kilig that time and i just felt like screamin, shoutin, and freakin out was never enough to make labas the feeling of kilig!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;coz its sir nico's car!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;fine! you might find it a little too babaw...but i dont give a damn bout whatever shit youre thinkin coz all im doin is typing an entry for my blog and that im so kilig today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ALSO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;im really so happy today coz i saw sir nico and ms espiritu[this is so hard and so painful for me to admit but hey! they look pretty(as in pretty aileen)good together...ouch!] several times. oh and i saw sir john too..but not as much as the beautiful couple(ouch!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;why am i so lucky kya the past weeks...i hope it doesnt mean anything except that im just lucky lang tlga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;same lang...i changed lng the color kc cnt c eh!&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/8815704-112323130415139218?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112323130415139218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112323130415139218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112323130415139218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112323130415139218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='thank God its Friday'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112263261601908641</id><published>2005-07-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T03:28:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets...tsktsktsk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was so wrong...i shouldnt have let my feelings decide for me! if only i thought of what could happen before i did it!! and now...here!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what the hell was wrong with me??! why did i do that??! instead of getting close to her,,tuloy shes making iwas na to me...my friend said that i am a paranoid...SANA NGA!!!! if only im like timmy turner who has fairygod parents so i can just wish to redo all these mistakes!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but no...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asa pa koh na mawala ang awkward feeling between us!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;sana nga paranoid na lang ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;sana talaga i didn't do it na lang!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112263261601908641?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112133715175629670</id><published>2005-07-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:49:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nikki youre my lucky charm!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;oh my gosh!!if yesterday was my lucky day, sorry!but today....today is my luckiest day ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;before our music class ended, nikki invited me to come with her in the canteen. i cant seem to decide whether im coming with her or not. so i pretended that i didnt hear her. after a few minutes she turned back to me, asked me again if i could come with her,(since im a good friend) i said yes! so nikki bought food already...we were on our way to the classroom....(it was such a long long way!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;i told nikki to make daan as n the two of us along admin lane. so nikki and i passed there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;TAPOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;i saw ms. espiritu(oh my Gosh..she is hell hot!!)if you make him a guy..shes gwapo...if you make her girl...shes pretty and hot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;continuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;so we walked already, then i saw sir john...oh my gosh..i cant hide my kilig na...sabay sir nico was there too....i was like...feeling so hot na...i mean..gets...i really dunno how to hide my kilig...i was like screamin (at the top of my lungs) inside. im really so ready to die that moment..i felt like im so complete...more than complete and more than happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;grabe..i love JC...(the supernatural JC!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;wait...i forgot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;sir john..he was just right behind me coz he'll go to the faculty computer lab...as in...gets...along admin lane...and then he was so near to me coz i occupied the whole area already coz on the left side there was this group discussing coz sir nico was present in the view...sorry..i passed by him!!but really im so happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112133715175629670?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112133715175629670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah!you read it right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TODAY IS MY LUCKY DAY!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanna know why?! because i saw sir nico!!!!YEAH BABY!!!(oo na!!!late n kung late!!pero...) oh my gosh!!late na kung late..pero...sorry!!love koh na xa!!!love at first sight ito mga friends!!!i dont believe in it though..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pero yun na nga yun mga friends eh...i dont believe in"love at first sight" pero dahil kay baby nico koh....naniniwala na koh...i mean...sinasamba koh na ang quote na yan...from this day on...ang quote na yan ang magpapatakbo na ng buhay koh...dahil kay sir nico the love of my life!!!oo mga friends!!!i think ive found the one whom i'll share my life with ang drama nito!!!grabe na ito!!the moment i saw him....i right away said to myself...he's the one!!waha!!!!seryoso koh guys!!!xa na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dati kapag tumitili ang mga tao dahil sa kanya...nakikiryd on lng ako...dati pag pinaguusapan nila kung ganung kagwapo si sir nico(screams at the top of my lungs!!!)cant relate ako...ngmumuka kong alien...dati kulang na lang pati kulay ng brief ni sir araw araw ay imemorize nila ako...deadma lang!!malay koh ba naman na ganun pala xang kagwapo...kung nalaman koh lang..e di sana inalam koh...(dali lang yun..with my charm...ay grabe!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BUT...butbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that was before!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GUYS!!!that was before i meat the love of my life...before i found the person i'd spend the rest of my life with!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summary: today is my lucky day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112084082136516309</id><published>2005-07-09T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:40:21.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; One day, Plato asked his teacher,"What is luv?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; How can I find it?" The teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; answered, "There's a large wheat field in front.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; Walk there without turning back, and take just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; one leaf. If you can find one leaf that you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; think it's extraordinary, it means you have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; found luv." So Plato walked .. and not long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; after that, he came back empty handed. The&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; teacher asked him,"Why don't you bring any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; leaf?" Plato said, "I can only bring just one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; leaf and when I walk I cant turn back. Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; I have found one extraordinary leaf, but I dunno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; whether there's anymore extraordinary leaf in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; front, so I didn't take that leaf. When I walked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; further, I realized that the leaves I found are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; not as extraordinary as I've found previously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt; In the end, I didn't ta! ke anysingle leaf."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   Then the teacher told him, "So .. that is luv."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   Another day, Plato asked his teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   again, "What is marriage? How can I find it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   The teacher answered, "There is a forest in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   front. Please walk there and don't look back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   You can only cut one tree, and cut the one that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   you think is the highest, because that means you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   find what is marriage." Plato walks there, and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   he came back not long after that bringing one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   tree. The tree is not a very good tree and not a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   very tall one, either. It's just an ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   tree. The teacher asked him, "Why do you cut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   that kind of tree?" Plato answered, "Because,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   according to my previous experience, after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;    walking thru the field, I came back with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;    nothing. So this time, when I saw this tree, and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;    I think the tree is not so bad, so I decided to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;    cut it and bring it here. I ! don't want to lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   another chance to get it."&gt; &gt;   And the teacher said, "Well .. that is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   marriage"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;  Little notes: The more you look for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   luv, you will find nothing. Luv is in your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   heart, when you can control your desire and your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   hope to find something better. When you have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   endless hope and wish of luv, you will only get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   emptiness.. because you wont get anything and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   time can not be turned back. Accept luv for what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   it is. Marriage is a continuation of luv. It's a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   process of having chances, and you choose the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   best option among all the alternatives. If you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   want to have a perfect match and a perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   marriage, you will only waste your time, because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   there is no perfect marriage. There is no such a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   perfect human relationship.Have you ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   wondered why the shape of a heart is not a full&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &gt;   circle? 'Coz only GOD can fill in that space.&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/8815704-112084082136516309?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112084082136516309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112084082136516309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112084082136516309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112084082136516309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day-plato-asked-his-teacherwhat-is.html' title=''/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112082523908972912</id><published>2005-07-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T05:29:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad tirp tlga shit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all my friends are onlyn me lang hindi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because the stupid computer is acting like an immature jerk again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and fuck!i hate it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit tlga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy fucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy asshole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holy crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lahat lahat na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really dunno kung anu prob ng bitch na computer na toh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-112082523908972912?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112082523908972912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112082523908972912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112082523908972912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112082523908972912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/07/bad-tirp-tlga-shit.html' title='bad tirp tlga shit!!!'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-112073540295795495</id><published>2005-07-07T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T04:23:22.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes!!!issue ito nga peeps!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi guyz!!'em back!!'em back coz i have something to share to you guyz!!-(boring!)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wala lang!!!i just need to take this pain off my chest(weh!lalim!!) coz if not...wala lang coz if not lang!!!(fine!!i know its so corny!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh kasi..its so ouchy eh!!!(weh!arte!)d nga...seriously!!!i saw them kasi eh...and i dont want to tell na what i saw..xmpre sken na lang yun and w/in my circle of friends!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want to share lang naman kasi nga yun!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kainis..wla kasi me sa mood eh...dont worry pag naka move on na koh..share koh sa inio!!!(issue issue!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going crazy by natalie~~~~~nice song!!!soper!!!as en!!!!&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/8815704-112073540295795495?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/112073540295795495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=112073540295795495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/112073540295795495'/><link rel='self' 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grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is it right to force myself to love someone i dont love anymore???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is it right to love someone you dont love to forget the pain youre feeling because the other guy doesnt love you??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gets nio?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;any advice???!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ang hirap na,,,so painful pa!!!&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/8815704-111969798306534041?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/111969798306534041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=111969798306534041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111969798306534041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111969798306534041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-111901252217722456</id><published>2005-06-17T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T05:48:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wla lng</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wla lng..i just feel like blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i hate it when i have fever!!!! it makes me sick(?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;la lng tkga koh mgwa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hala! i just sneezed and my sipon made talsik to the monitor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;going back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yun nga..la koh mgwa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tlgng kylngn double space?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alam moh b...gs2 koh p xa i luv pero ayaw n ng heart koh..ay hypothalamus pla(sori ms mortel!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pero in a way okay lng..d nmn kc kme talo eh!!! gets...my friends got that for sure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hala! ubos n ung tissue koh...dami pang sipon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lam nio b...i love my friends!!! i want them to be my friends for the rest of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kht ako ung pinaka not so smart sa barkada nmen...the still accepted me!!!d cla ngglt or naiinis sken kpag ng mamalfunction brain koh...and most importantly,,,they friendship me for who i am...(i think?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;un lng..till here n lng..paubos n internet card koh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b4 i get cut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;byers na!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-111901252217722456?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/111901252217722456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=111901252217722456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111901252217722456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111901252217722456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/06/wla-lng.html' title='wla lng'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-111892584991084145</id><published>2005-06-16T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T05:44:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishin all my feelings were gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as the song goes(one last cry) one last cry one last cry before i leave it all behind(cant!!) i got to put you out of my mind(how is that possible?!i need to know!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I GOT TO BE STRONG FOR LIFE GOES ON...(without you?!how?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh gosh its so bagay..the song one last cry...grabe!!!pero i ddnt cry...even&lt;/span&gt; if ts &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bcos of you..no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(no reason to cry...hindi k xa!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yeah!!!iba ka..iba xa!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love jc!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JC completes me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-111892584991084145?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/111892584991084145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=111892584991084145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111892584991084145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111892584991084145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/06/wishin-all-my-feelings-were-gone.html' title='wishin all my feelings were gone'/><author><name>gorgeous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-111840836525102459</id><published>2005-06-10T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:23:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow! last wednesday was the first day of classes exhausting but fun...well..almost...my classmates...well...i find them okay...my adviser...not bad...classroom...(sigh)putacte!!!init!!!oh wait...my classmates pala are great!!!okay...teachers...cant do anything bout it....but in general...i think okay naman me sa kanila...i mean gets?!no prob with it!!!anyway i cant do na din naman anything about it eh...oh well...i do hope that this year would be nice...but actually...i dont get it...i miss my wanten family...uuuggghhh...pero my epapellas friends know why im kinda happy with my room...i mean...gets?!oh yah...putik na yan!!!first day na first day ang daming NOT ORDINARY homeworks...i mean...gets?! as in tipong out of this world sa hirap...kala yata college na koh!!!do i look that old?!!d naman siguro...i think youre over reacting!!(weh...kailangan daw may ganung dialogue?!)ah basta...putik!!!BUT!!!!!it doesnt matter kung mahirap ang homeworks,kung d koh xado feel ang teachers,kung mainit s place koh n tipong magkakaputok na koh dahil igalaw koh pa lang fingers koh ay nag roroll down na ang pawis koh right away,at kahit na i love my room(dahil?!)NOTHING would be able to swallow my happiness, my overwhelming blood, and my overjoyed heart(nakanaks naman ang drama!)when i knew that kyla's back na from the states...kasi i thought hindi na tlga xa babalik eh...but FORTUNATELY!!!i was wrong!!!yey!!!God is really good!!!trust me!!!totoo un!!!yey!!!I LOVE JC!!!(hi ms camacho)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....................................next topic.....................................loading................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay...game?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh my gosh!!!its really painful pala!!!as in... to see the person you love with somebody else...ay grabe...my hearts like a pearl shake sa sobrang crushed!!but pucha!!!seriously!!!masakit!!as in ouch kung ouch...aray kung aray...nararamdaman nio ba!!!ang sakit noh!!!grabe!!!d koh kinaya!!!pero...tanggap koh na!!!thats life!!!diyan naman si JC eh...d nia me iiwan...(ryt ms camac?!)thats why i can never let go of JC...I LOVE JC... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.................................................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whew! kinulang ako sa hininga dun ah!!!(mag sigh ba naman kasi ng mag sigh?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------I LOVE JC------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-111840836525102459?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/111840836525102459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=111840836525102459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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na...am i happy???not quite...k lng...wasnt bad...i ddnt see sir john...i insisted p nmn to my dad pra ksma me...but evrythn was useless...i ddnt see my friends,classmates,and my beloved...sir john...ang nkta k ln si sir al...but i ddnt mke him pncn...oh well...k n dn un instead of repeatin...thts more bearable...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...newey...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cuzins will aryv hir on wnsdy...yey!!!m so xytd 2 mit thm...ts been a long tym snce i lst saw thm...that ws smthn happy...on the othr hnd...my friend...(the one i cnsdr my bst frnd n r grup...epapellas...)is leavn on wnsdy dn...(darn!!!)the bad prt thre is...shes nt sre kn fr gud n or nt...dnt yah thnk thts so sad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...gosh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can dstny b so mean...my frnds seem to be leavn me one by one n...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holy molly(yes!!!nikki tot me tht!!!)ts tusdy n pla 2dy...whch means...tmrw s d dreadful dy!!!oh gosh!!!kyla n i hvnt seen each othr snce t ws summer...(ncldng the whle epapellas...oh fine...pti n dn my wanten fmily...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh gosh...is ths meant 2 happen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess we just have to lt go of kyla and hope n ln fr d bst...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lts pry n ln tht smdy...hr prnts will dcyd tht nthng is up 4 thm n the st8s n tht thrs a bttr lyf hir n the phlpnes 4 thm(weh...d nga...)!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sana nga for vacation lang...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-111268673797350483?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8815704.post-111234435005058372</id><published>2005-04-01T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:37:45.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy molly...this is so unbearable to bear...help!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gosh!!!distribution of cards tomorrow!!!i'm not nervous though...is it because i'm a bit sure that i'll get failing grades...oh well..that's life...i cant do anything with it...if i pass...rejoice...if i fail...fail...no other choice but to accept it...ayt???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;look gorgeous,,you didn't even study...so why expect for a passing grade!!!come on!!!it's okay!!!anyway your gorgeous...so no problem with that...oh fine...just tryin to relax...it's true though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;low grades won't make me worry...but failing...oh gosh!!and repeating!!!holy shit...that can't be...oh God...please dont let that happen...i've been a very good student...and i promise to do better next year...(2nd year...not 1st...again...oh please...that's so unbearable!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh God,,please don't make me repeat 1st year...my family won't be able to accept the shame...even me...oh dearest almighty God of Gods...please...i'm begging...even if there's no more chance for sir John and i to meet ever again...in my whole entire life...it's okay...that's less unbearable than repeating and failing...(oh Lord...do i really have to do this...)(i guess...)seriously...i'm taking the risk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;please!!!pretty pretty me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-111234435005058372?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/111234435005058372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8815704&amp;postID=111234435005058372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111234435005058372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8815704/posts/default/111234435005058372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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close...were just friends...i dunno...the thought of her being so far from me makes me wanna give up life...nikki...i'm missin you so much...so as the epapellas...oh well,,,like what abe said...it's okay if nikki leaves...even if were sad...it's okay...one person would be very happy anyway...her mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     nikki...whatever happens...we want you to remember that we love you so much...and we'll surely miss you!!!...take care...hugs and kissess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     oh gosh...i'm acting like a stupid shit again!!!duh!!!nikki's just having a vacation in boracay...and epapellas will follow her after classes...isn't that fun!!!...great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                            aileen===the gorgeous pinkbutterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8815704-111086901612671282?l=gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorgeouspinkbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/111086901612671282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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