<?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-8777857141929593698</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:41:15.089+08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='me'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='trust'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='pretend'/><category term='funny'/><category term='song'/><category term='bida'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='dream'/><category term='reason'/><category term='school'/><category term='miss'/><category term='ideal'/><category term='hope'/><category term='time'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='bitterness'/><category term='perfect'/><category term='memories'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='one tree hill'/><category term='promises'/><category term='strength'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='family'/><category term='pain'/><category term='far'/><category term='traits'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='gimik'/><category term='perfect guy'/><category term='bodybleed'/><category term='love'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='friends'/><category term='broken'/><title type='text'>Jennylaine. plain me and nothing more.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-444178837717662091</id><published>2009-04-02T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:27:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy to say&lt;br /&gt;too difficult to mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop stealing my heart&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like being killed&lt;br /&gt;a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being drowned&lt;br /&gt;for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being ignored&lt;br /&gt;for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being stabbed&lt;br /&gt;for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;please let me&lt;br /&gt;let you go..&lt;br /&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/8777857141929593698-444178837717662091?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/444178837717662091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=444178837717662091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/444178837717662091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/444178837717662091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2009/04/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-4452854321912483697</id><published>2008-03-03T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:15:32.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She used to be my only enemy and never let me be free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Catching me in places that I knew I shouldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every other day, I crossed the line, I didn't mean to be so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I never thought you would become the friend I never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back then, I didn't know why, why you were misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now, I see through your eyes, all that you did was love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mama, I love you, Mama, I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mama, I love you, Mama, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't want to hear it then, but I'm not ashamed to say it now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every little thing you said and did was right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had a lot of time to think about, about the way I used to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never had a sense of my responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back then, I didn't know why, why you were misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now, I see through your eyes, all that you did was love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mama, I love you, Mama, I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mama, I love you, Mama, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My friend, you're my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now, I'm sure I know why, why you were misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now, I see through your eyes, all I can give you is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mama, I love you, Mama, I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mama, I love you, Mama, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/8777857141929593698-4452854321912483697?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4452854321912483697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=4452854321912483697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/4452854321912483697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/4452854321912483697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/mama.html' title='mama'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-693950539036447225</id><published>2008-02-11T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:41:19.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>one last cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm tired of hiding behind these lying eyes. i'm tired of these smile that even i don't recognize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i've been keeping these thoughts for a long time now.. i've decided to spill it out on this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happiness comes in many forms -- in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else's dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed. It's okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sobrang bigat ng nararamdaman ko these past few weeks. ang hirap itago na lang sa sarili ko, ayokong makita ng iba na nadudurog na ang puso ko dahil sa mga gumugulo sa isip ko. ayokong mag-alala sila saken. mas gugustuhin ko ng makita nila na lagi akong masaya, nakangiti at tumatawa ng parang "happy-go-lucky" type. jmadalas kasi, gusto ko ako ang nakakapagpasaya sa ibang tao. gusto ko na makatulong para mawala o mapagaan yung mga problema nila. hindi ako sanay na ako ang inaalala. kaso lately, nahihirapan na akong itago yung nararamdaman ko. nakakapagod din pala na laging ngumite kahit sobrang nasasaktan na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinaka-importante sa akin ang pamilya ko, Lord knows na araw-araw kasama ito lagi sa mga dasal ko sa kanya. noon, nung akala ko masisira na ang pamilya ko, halos masiraan ako ng baet. sabi ko pa nga, gagawin ko lahat para lang maayos to. sa kanila ako kumukuha ng lakas ko, para sa kanila kaya nakakayanan ko lahat. kahit papano naman, nakayanan namin ang pagsubok na iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ngayon, eto na naman. halos parehong rason, halos parehong pagkakataon. gusto ko pa rin gawin ang lahat. gusto ko maayos lahat. pero pakiramdam ko, ako na lang ang may gusto. ako na nga lang ba? haay di ko na alam. gusto kong magalit, gusto kong magwala, gusto ko iparamadam sa kanila na nasasaktan din kami. na may pakelam kami. na apektado din kami. kaso parang wala ring saysay. di rin sila nakikinig. ang hirap umiyak mag-isa, pero ang hirap din sabihin sa iba ang nararamdaman ako dahil natatakot ako na baka pag sinabi ko, di na ko tumigil sa kakaiyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;secret lang natin to a, very confidential matter e. wag mong sasabihin sa iba. promise? game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroads. Afraid. Confused. Without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course, when faced with the unknown, most of us would rather turn around and go back. But once in awhile people push on to something better-something found just beyond the pain of going it alone and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in. Or to give someone a second chance. Something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream. Because it's only when you're tested that you discover who you truly are. And it's only when you're tested that you discover who you can be. The person you want to be does exist, somewhere on the other side of hard work, faith and belief, and beyond heartache and fear of what lies ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nung 3rd year highschool ako, may dumating na problema sa pamilya namin. sa tingin ko kasi, maliit na problema lang to, yung tipong maayos na usapan lang magiging ok na ang lahat. kaso walang maayos na usapang nangyari kaya siguro lumaki. bakasyon noon ng tatay ko e. umabot sa puntong kailangan niyang umalis ng bahay. iyak ako ng iyak noon. inaantay ko na bumalik siya. dumaan ang tatlong araw, nagtext siya saken, sabi niya magkita daw kami sa jollibee asturias. may klase ako noon nung nabasa ko yung text. di na ako mapakali, gusto ko ng mag-cut para makita na siya. kaso, dahil nga highschool, di pa uso ang pag-cut nun. after class, kabadong-kabado na ako. yung tipong parang defense ko na, kaso ang kaibahan lang, hindi sarili ko yung ipagtatanggol ko. bago ako pumunta ako sa jollibee, tinawagan ko muna si mama. sabi ko, magkikita kami ni tatay ngayon. eto eksaktong sinabi niya saken, sa totoo lang tandang tanda ko pa eh.. "jenny, ikaw na bahala kung anong gusto mong mangyari sa atin. alam ko na kahit papano may galit ka sa akin, ngayon na pagkakataon mo kung gusto mo pang mabuo tayo ulit o magkaganito na lang. ikaw na bahala ah?" sinabi niya ito habang umiiyak. unang bese ko pa lang narinig si mama na umiyak noon. kahit kelan kasi, hindi ko siya nakitang umiyak. di ko nga alam na pwede rin pala siyang umiyak e. kasi ang pagkakakilala ko sa kanya e matapang at malakas. daig pa si darna at si wonderwoman. yung tipong walang makatitinag sa emosyon niya. mali pala ako doon. naiyak ako lalo nung narinig ko siyang umiiyak. lahat ng sama ng loob ko sa kanya noon e nawala. natakot ako sa mga nangyayari dahil mabigat na responsibiliadd ang dinala ko nung panahon yun. natakot ako dahil nakadepende ang lahat sa gagawin ko. natakot ako na mali ang magawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nagpunta na ako sa jollibee. nung nakita ko siya, naiyak na kagad ako. ayaw tumigil ng luha. sa totoo lang, wala akong nasabing matino kasi hindi ako makapagsalita ng ayos. sabi niya kasi saken, ako na daw bahala sa bankbook niya, at ipapaschedule na daw niya ng mas maaga yung pagbalik niyang libya. isipin mo, less than one month lang bakasyon niya tapos mas maaga pa siya aalis? at parang yung tipong wala ng balikan. shet. parang gumunaw mundo ko. sabi ko, uwi muna siya sa amin, mag-usap muna sila. ayaw daw niya, wala na daw silang kailangang pagusapan pa. di na ako makaimik. siguro dahil naawa siya saken kaya nagdesisyon na rin siya na sumama sa bahay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you expect it to always be there. Because you can't remember a time when it wasn't. But then one day, you feel something else. Something that feels wrong, only because it's so unfamiliar. And in that moment you realize, you're happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;di ko na eelaborate pa kung ano mga nangyari pagkatapos nun. basta naging ok ang lahat. sobrang thankful ako kay Lord dahil ginrant niya lahat ng dasal ko. hanggang dumating na naman tong ever-present na problema. hindi ko na sasabihin kung bakit o kung ano dahilan. wala akong kinakampihan, pero sa tingin ko, isang malaking factor dito ang distance. di kasi nila mapagusapan ng maayos yung mga kailangan nilang linawin. kaya isang maliit na bagay, masyadong lumalaki. basta walang ginawang masama si mama, nagkataon lang na walang maghahatid sa tito ko. madaling araw na niya sinabi. dapat si kuya che kaso may pasok kinabukasan, eh 3am ang alis. si kuya carnette naman, walang lisensiya. ewan ko ba kasi kung bakit kelangan pang ihatid sa airport samantalang pwede namang magtaxi na lang papunta. nagpunta si tito kay mama, tinanong niya kung pwede daw ba si melvin. sabi ni mama, hindi niya alam. tinawagan ni tito si melvin, kinausap niya para siya ang maghatid dahil wala ng ibang magddrive, babayaran naman niya e. asan dito ang kasalanan ni mama? di ko talaga makita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pero di ko rin sinasabing kasalanan ni tatay. naiintindhian ko namnan na kapag malayo e talagang maraming mga naiisip na lalong nakakagulo. kaso, hindi namin alam na galit pala siya, di namin naisip na magagalit siya, kasi unang-una, wala naman kaming maisip na dahilan para magalit siya e. ang kinaiinisan ko lang sa lahat ng mga nangyayari, bakit hindi nila magawang mag-usap ng maayos para magkaliwanagan sila? sinabi ko na naman ito kay tatay kaso parang ayaw niyang makinig. parang sarado ang isip niya. yun ang masakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our life better, money, popularity, fame, we ignore the things that truly matter. The simple things like friendship, family, love, the things we probably already had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;minsan naiisip ko, siuro kung hindi nagtatrabaho sa iabng bansa si tatay magiging maayos ang lahat. bakit ba kasi kalinagan magtrabaho pa sa malayo? bakit ba kasi maraming umaalis ng bansa para maitaguyod ang pamilya? bakit maraming pamilya ang kailangan magsakripisyo at magtiis na malayo sa isa't isa? pero alam ko naman ang sagot e. kailangan kumita ng pera para makapag-aral kami at magkaron ng maayos na pamumuhay. para makabili ng mga cellphone, psp, digicam, sasakyan, bahay, at kung anu-ano pa. hindi ako magpapaka-plastik at sasabihing ayoko ng mga bagay na ito. gusto ko syempre, ang ayoko lang, kailangan pang malayo sa isa't isa para lang mabili yung mga luhong yan. nakakainis di ba? gusto mo, pero ayaw mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;They give their hearts to each other unconditionally ...that's what true love really is. It's not this fairy tale life that never knows pain, but it's two souls facing it together and diminishing it with unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at minsan, di ko rin maiwasang hindi isipin na bakit pa kailangan magpakasal kung magkakahiwalay din? of course, di ko ini-imply na maghihiwalay sila. yun ang pinaka-ayaw kong mangyari. pero syempre dahil kahit papano nagmamature na ako, alam ko na kahit mga 2% pwedeng magkatotoo yun sa lahat ng mag-asawa. bullshit di ba? sa kasal, nangangako kayo na hindi maghihiwalay, for better or for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. ekek. damn it. kaya ayoko sa pangako e, kasi ang tendency laging masira lang. shitness talaga. bakit hindi niyo maayos yung kailangan ayusin? bakit simple at maayos na pag-uusap lang hindi niyo magawa? minsan talaga, gusto kong iwish na wag ng makasal yung mga maghihiwalay din sa huli. maskit eh, iniisip ko palang, sobrang nasasaktan na ako. buti sana kung yung mismong magasawa lang ang apektado sa mga gusto nilang mangyari e. eh pano kung may mga anak na sila. kapag ayaw na nila, stop na, ganun? bahala na silang lahat basta ayaw ko na, ganun? di ko na kaya kaya suko na ako, ganun? eh pano na kami? ganun na lang, ganun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can find the good in anybody if you just give them a chance, benefit of the doubt.Sometimes people disappoint you, sometimes they surprise you, but you never really get to know them until you listen for what's in their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;naiisip ko, bakit kay mama kailangan isisi lahat ng bagay na wala naman siyang kasalanan? bakit nung na-sheriff yung rights, kay mama nagalit, eh wala naman siyang alam sa mga tumatakbong kaso na pala nung bahay na yun. bakit hindi siya magalit sa mga kamag-anak niya? bakit kahit kelan, hindi niya pinagsabihan yung mga yun kapag nagkakamali sila, kapag inaaway nila kami?! sana ipagtanggol namna niya kami, kasi kami na ang pamilya niya ngayon. kahit kelan, hindi niya pinagsabihan yung mga MABABAIT niyang kapatid na lagi na lang KABUTIHAN ang ginagawa sa amin. nasaan ang justice? bakit di mo mapagtanggol si mama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nung binagsakan mo siya ng telepono, at ayaw mo akong makachat o sumagot man lang sa email, umiyak kami. katabi ko lang siya nun, hindi ko man nakitang may tumulong luha sa mata mukha niya, pero alam ko na umiiyak siya. alam ko na sooooooobrang nasasaktan siya. at alam ko din na mahal na mahal ka niya. di ko siya magawang tignan dahil ayokong makita din niya na umiiyak din ako. nahihirapan din siya. hindi lang ikaw. hindi lang kayo. minsan sana maiisp niyo din kami. sana lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dati, nung unang mangyari to, ipinagdasal ko na sana magkaayos kayo at mabuo muli ang pamilya natin. mahal na mahal ko kayo. pero ngayon, kapag nagdadasal ako, sinasabi ko na lang na sana, kung ano yung talagang gusto nilang mangyari, yun ang mangyari. na sana kung ano yung gusto ng puso nila, yun ang matupad. kasi alam ko na sa puso nila, gusto rin nilang maayos ang lahat. alam ko yun. nararamdaman ko yun. at sana gumawa sila ng paraan para mangyari kung ano yung gusto ng puso nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You have one chance, one life, and what you do with it is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-693950539036447225?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/693950539036447225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=693950539036447225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/693950539036447225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/693950539036447225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-tired-of-hiding-behind-these-lying.html' title='one last cry'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-5317378949778554239</id><published>2008-01-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:43:17.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traits'/><title type='text'>it isn't you, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:78%;color:pink;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for a friend not a lover&lt;br /&gt;somebody who can be there when i need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for someone who won't pretend&lt;br /&gt;somebody not afraid to say the way they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking for someone who understands how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;someone who can keep me real and who knows the way&lt;br /&gt;the way i like to have my way&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking for someone who takes me there,&lt;br /&gt;wants to share, shows he cares&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking you're the one that i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for someone to share my pain&lt;br /&gt;someone who i can run to, who will stay with me when it rains&lt;br /&gt;someone who i can cry with through the night&lt;br /&gt;someone who i can trust who's heart is right&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking for someone who understands how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;someone who can keep me real and who knows the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i like to have my way&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking for someone who takes me there,&lt;br /&gt;wants to share, shows he cares&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking you're the one that i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;could you be this one i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who won't take for granted&lt;br /&gt;how much i care and appreciates that i'm there&lt;br /&gt;someone who listens&lt;br /&gt;and someone i can call who isn't afraid of love to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;could you be the one i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-5317378949778554239?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5317378949778554239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=5317378949778554239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/5317378949778554239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/5317378949778554239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-isnt-you-isnt-it.html' title='it isn&apos;t you, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-1951255663882358770</id><published>2008-01-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:44:55.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><title type='text'>All's Well That Ends Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2007 has been like a sinusoidal wave for me. It has its positive peaks and negative peaks. However, I don't regret any single thing that happened to me because I know for a fact that even if I failed in some situations, I have learned my lessons and I'm willing to change for the better, if not the best. Going back, my 2007 didn't started out fine. I was drunk when I welcomed the year and it seemed like a bad sign. Bad fengshui, bad luck, and bad start. But then, I managed to regain my self back. I celebrated my 18th birthday on March. I am happy at some point, and at the other end, somehow I'm sad because I remembered my friend's debut wherein I was one of the emcees. I love those memories and I miss them so damn much. I don't know what happened to me after that, because as the saying goes, when it rains, it pours. Problems came rushing in, piling one over another. I may not overcome all those things if it haven't been because of my friends and family who supported me when almost every cell of my body tells me to give up. They may don't know much of what I feel but their presence and care gave me strength and courage to stand up and pick every shattered piece of me. Special mention to kadyot: my ever-dearest sis ninya, you gave moral and spiritual help. You don't fail to remind me to keep holding on to His hand, because when everyone gives up on you, He will be the one who'll carry you until you can manage to walk again. To jah, thanks for being always there. I know I can run to you whenever I need you and I'm happy for that. Arianne, your hugs means a lot to me. It gives me encouragement when my tears keep on falling. Deb, your silence expresses much of your sympathy. The mere sight of your deep eyes is all I need to see and I understand everything just because you listens. Chie, thanks for the strength that you gave me. You taught me to be strong and gives me a full sight of the situation; I know that if I'll ask you, you'll give the unbiased answer. Not the solution that I may want to hear, but the solution that I can choose from, good and bad, and when to hope and stop hoping. You're an eye opener to the things that I need to see, and I really thank you for that. Guys, thank you, thank you, thank you. Need I say more? You know how to distinguish a fake and real smile, a forced laughter and a feel-good one. You taught me what real friendship means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The past year was not all about those bad old days. Much of my memorable gimmicks happened during those times. Class outing in a resort situated in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the forest, in the middle of farms, in the middle of...Bulacan. Movie unwindings, so much to mention. Honestly, I can't remember all the movies that I've watched with my friends. Bagaberde and Formula Bars, and many other bars that we've been before we reached that Formula, you know it suits us well. Overnights in ninya's house, which seems like my most visited friend's house. You nkow the type when I don't have anything to wear for the next morning but still we manages to go to Taytay just to fetch ninya home. And I love it when I'm there, coz it feels like home. I still get a good smirk on my face when I remember what Glenn, Charles, Jericho, and the rest says when I bring a backpack at school. "May lakwatsa at overnight na naman kayo ah! Di talaga kayo nauubusan ng lakad!" I think this should be our answer to that.. "Kailangan pa bang imemorize yan? Bisyo na 'to!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Simple meriendas and lunches at McDo, Jabee, Chubby Kitchen, KFC, Frio Mixx, 1&amp;amp;2, McDo, Jabee, Chubby Kitchen, McDo, Jabee, McDo, McDo, McDo, .... SO much good memories.. Like what sis said, "lam niyo ba kung ano yung best gift na natanggap ko this christmas? Answer: good memories kasama kayo.. yikeeeeeeee..." Really touching, you almost made me cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As they say, you should start the year right. And I intend to follow, so I'll do what my teacher in elementary instructed us back then: to make an essay about your new year's resolution. However, this will be a little modified coz I hate formal writing.I'll just enumerate and elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenny's New Year Resolution for 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll give my best effort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. ... in keeping my room clean and tidy. My mom usually says "may pagka-burara ka kasi e".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. ... in assisting my brothers for schoolworks. this is one heavy responsibility if you're the ledest and you have two crazy siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. ... in being physically fit and healthy. I'm beginning to have belly rings. And I still want to wear my swimsuits for summer break decently!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. ... in doing debt assessments. Okay, this may sound complicated but what I really mean is to always do my "listahan ng pautang" for our store every friday night. We have a little business and most of the AVT drivers and helpers eat and take credits in our store, stuffs like softdrinks, junkfoods, canned goods, etc... And friday is always my dreadest day of the week because I should manage to do those lengthy task. 2hrs minimum (no TV break, no tambay break, no chichirya break, candy break, ice cream, chocolate.... breaks), 5 hrs maximum (watch telenovelas, up to Bubble Gang, text break, water break, CR break, tinda break, heartbreak, oooops, sorry, never mind the last one! Ü)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. ... in completing my lecture notes. I hate photocopying notes of my classmates. It makes studying hundred times a burden, laziness kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. ... in focusing and meeting all the requirements and passing all subjects. No more: &lt;em&gt;I think I shall never see, a grade as lovely as a three...&lt;/em&gt; Or even: &lt;em&gt;I did my best, but I guess my best wasn't good enough...&lt;/em&gt; (just seek the help and intervention of St. Jude, the patron of the impossible... haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. ... in being a good friend. You know, you're not human if you don't have any friends. But you're not human either if at any point you don't get to be irritated by other bitches. I'll try to be nice as much as I can. Patience is really my virtue, and you'll be tired of testing me, but if you get to the maximum output patience that I can give, haaaaay, you'll really really wish that you'd never knew me at all. Swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. ... in being a responsible and loving daughter. Sometimes, I could be a big pain in the ass and a pounding headache even though at times, I really don't mean to be one. Ma, Tatay, I'm sorry... I always try to make it up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a good fengshui this year and 8 is my lucky number because it symbolizes continuity and non-breakage. I'll prove it to be true. *wink!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-1951255663882358770?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1951255663882358770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=1951255663882358770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/1951255663882358770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/1951255663882358770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s Well That Ends Well'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-5617454399811630704</id><published>2007-10-30T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:44:26.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>what happened to us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kanina ko lang na-realize na hindi na pala tayo friends sa friendster. in-add kita ulit at nakita ko na viniew mo yung account ko pero di mo pa rin inaccept yung friend request. ayaw mo na ba? sabihin mo lang, di na kita guguluhin. gusto ko lang naman kahit papano, masalba ang pagkakaibigan natin. pero kung naiinis ka na sa pangungulit ko, i'm sorry. hindi ko kasi kayang magsawalang-bahala sa mga nangyayari sa atin. gusto ko gumawa ng move para magkaayos tayo, kung hindi man kagaya ng sobrang closeness natin dati, ok lang basta malaman ko na maayos na tayong tatlo. ngayon lang ako nalungkot ng ganito ngayong sembreak. ang sakit pala. nakakadurog ng puso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kanina, inayos ko yung photoalbum ko nung highschool. andami kasing mga pic na nakakalat sa isang drawer kaya naisipan kong iorganize. nakita ko yung mga pic naten. nakangite. nakaakbay sa isa't isa. magkahawak-kamay. ang hirap pala ayusin ng mga larawang iyon dahil bumalik sa alaala ko ang mga masasayang sandaling pinagsaluhan natin. naisip ko tuloy, marami pa akong mga bagay na kailangang ayusin. yung cabinet ko, yung mga libro, yung mga notes, yung mga testpaper, yung nagdaan. ang gulo, napakagulo. parang buhay ko, marami pang mga kabanata na naiwang nakabukas, marami pang katanungang hindi nasasagot. mga pangyayaring nababalutan ng isang makapal na ulap na tila ba ayaw magpasilip sa mga bituin upang bigyang-liwanag ang kadiliman ng gabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;marami pang kalat. di ko pa rin matapus-tapos ayusin ang lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nakita ko itong bookmark nung nag-aayos ako. para makagaan sa pakiramdam ko, gusto ko lang isama dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;footprints in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126842475824674274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyY0EY7p9eI/AAAAAAAAABM/T1chF90kkBE/s200/footprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him,he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LORD replied:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126842475824674290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyY0EY7p9fI/AAAAAAAAABU/TMwg4U1f5XE/s200/footprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-5617454399811630704?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5617454399811630704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=5617454399811630704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/5617454399811630704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/5617454399811630704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-happened-to-us.html' title='what happened to us?'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyY0EY7p9eI/AAAAAAAAABM/T1chF90kkBE/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-8125622192078747437</id><published>2007-10-28T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:45:36.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gimik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><title type='text'>♥ sylvanna cravings ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love my new jacket! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;enrollment kanina.. medyo mahaba din ang pila, pero tolerable pa naman, kasama ko naman si niña at jah e. pagpasok naman sa loob eh mabilis lang sa assessment saken dahil may educational plan sa prudential. kainis yung nasa teller na napilahan ko sa payment na, sobrang tagal at mali ang sistema. hindi gumagalaw yung pila namin tas unang inaasikaso yung nasa kabilang pila na assessment. after 10 years, nagdecide na ako na lumapit at ibigay ang form ko. sabi niya, "miss, mamaya ka pa, meron pang mga form dito." sabi ko naman, "eh miss kanina pa ako nakapila dito, sa totoo lang hindi naman gumagalaw yung pila namin kanina pa dahil inuuna yung nasa kabilang assessment. kanina pa nga tapos mga kasabay ko na saibang counter pumila e." eh di todo explain ako, sa maayos na paraan naman. ayun, medyo na-realize siguro niya na may point ako kaya inayos na yung saken. kawawa naman yung mga nasa likod ko, nahihiya yata sila magreklamo. para saken naman, bakit ka kailangang mahiya kung nasa tama ka naman at kung sasabihin mo yung gusto mong sabihin sa maayos na paraan, di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pagkatapos noon, church muna kami. ayos nga e, may kinakasal. tapos ang saya nung kanta, parang pangbirthday yung mass songs. hehe Ü pero siguro ako, gusto ko solemn yung wedding, yung tipong medyo maiiyak ka at mararamdaman mo yung bagong mundong papasukin mo kasama ang "partner for life" mo. bah, minsan ka lang naman ikakasal ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;walang group lakad kasi gustong umuwi kagad ni arianne sa dagupan dahil sabay siya sa tita niya at kapatid, may lakad si jah dahil puntang mandaluyong, gusto na rin umuwi ni chie sa batangas dahil pagod daw siya, wala si deb kasi umuwi kagad sa blumentritt pero tingin ko trip pa rin niyang maglakwatsa at umuwi siya para magpalit ng damit. kahit na may konting damdam ako sa kanila dahil plano na nung kuhaan ng clearance na may lakad after enrollment, ok lang kasi di naman masyadong importante yung lakad at mahahalagang lakad yung pupuntahan nila. masaya din ako dahil kinausap ako ni chie, ang tagal na kasi niyang hindi nagpaparamdam sa amin, ewan ko ba kung bakit. siguro dahil sa hindi natuloy na outing sa batangas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dahil may plano talaga kami ni niña na bumili ng jacket that day, nagdate na lang kaming dalawa sa megamall. inabot na ng 2years dahil sa traffic, pero ok lang. dami naman kaming napag-usapan e, saka, there's no dull moment kapag kasama ko ang sis ko. di makalimutan yung kwento sa mga kamanyakan ng mga lalakeng makakapal ang muka. yung sinasadyang maniniko ng b**bs. at ang kwento sa pagsapak ko sa isa sa kanila. manyak e. dapat lang sa kanya yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;matagal na talaga naming planong bumili ng jacket. at dahil nga mahal yung nagustuhan naming jacket sa nike, ang tagal din pinagipunan. dugo at pawis at panlalambing sa mga tito at tita ang puhunan ko. haha! pero, sheeeeet talaga kasi ang ganda nung nabili namin. una kaming pumunta sa nike stadium sa sm megamall. sa kamalasan, wala ng medium nung style na gusto namin. so ask kami kay kuya kung meron sa nike stadium sa shangrila. ayun, meron ng size nmin kaya naglakbay kami papuntang shang. dahil type talaga namin yung jacket, dedma ang paltos na inabot ng paa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after jacket, tiyan naman namin ang problema. balik ulit kami sa mega para kumaen. foodtrip ang drama. di nman ako masyadong nagtakaw, konti lng.. hmm.. lumpiang sariwa, sisig w/ rice, at medium iced tea. at dahil hindi kami satisfied sa kinaen, and i quote, "nguya lang ako ng nguya e, hindi ko na nalasahan yung kinakaen ko". sheeet, gutom nga naman.. haha! so nagyaya si niña na magmuffin sa mr donut. on the way, nadaanan namin yung brownies unlimited. dahil favorite ni mama yun, i decided to buy her 6-pak. tas nagbilin din si mommy, mama ni niña, ng brownies kaya bili din si niña. tas natakam kami sa sylvannas. ayun, first time kong nakakaen ng ganun dahil matamis daw sabi ni sis. haaaay love it soo much. sarap nga. haha! naalala ko yung tanong ko kay niña, "teka, pano kainin to. ganito, ahmm?" Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyOeOo7p9cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R_SsR_Fz84A/s1600-h/brownie.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126116712250996178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyOf_Y7p9dI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zp52EFVNjpQ/s200/brownie.bmp" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;sensya na, feel ko lang talaga magkwento sa mga nangyari saken ngayong araw na to. although medyo walang saysay tong post ko, eh ganun talaga, gusto ko magshare e. haha! talagang sobrang detalyado pa.. hehe.. i guess, dahil yun sa fact na lagi akong masaya kapag kasama ko sis ko. there's no dull moment with her. thanks sis! happy ako kasi nakapagusap na tayo ulit nga maayos. updated na ako ulit sayo. haha Ü sana lumamig na yung panahon o kya mejo umulan para magamit na naten yung jacket! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my new jacket! haha!&lt;/em&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/8777857141929593698-8125622192078747437?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8125622192078747437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=8125622192078747437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/8125622192078747437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traits'/><title type='text'>aim high...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road to success is not straight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a curve called FAILURE, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a loop called CONFUSION, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;speed bumps called FRIENDS, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;red lights called ENEMIES, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caution lights called FAMILY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will have flats called JOBS, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if you have a spare called DETERMINATION, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an engine called PERSEVERANCE, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an insurance called FAITH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a driver called GOD, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will make it to a place called SUCCESS.&lt;/em&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/8777857141929593698-6976175159077140662?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6976175159077140662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=6976175159077140662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/6976175159077140662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/6976175159077140662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/aim-high.html' title='aim high...'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-2687057888167429982</id><published>2007-10-26T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:48:05.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>best friends, forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may not be the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But some things never change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel it and I trust it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still believe in forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because that's what my heart knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memories are the dew drops on our petals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That re-open the buds that have closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flowers wilt as seasons change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though they grow a little more with rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun will shine when in need, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And left behind, a precious seed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125346229477832050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyDjPY7p9XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HW16NTrwDOI/s320/pOsE.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i know you'll never get to have the chance to read this post. i don't know what came to me and why i've decided to write a blog about us, but i think, i just miss the two of you, a lot. funny how it seems but even though we all live in one small street, we rarely see each other. i miss the old times when i can count on you both if ever i have problems or just anything to share. all the late night chatting while hanging out in either of our houses seem to all fade away in memories. what had happened to us? what had happened to our friendship? what's wrong after all the silence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;some things may have affected us, things that we are really not involved at all. all those petty neighborhood quarrels, and one dysfunctional guy, do these things matter at all? i really don't think so. i would not sacrifice our childhood friendship just because of problems that really doesn't concern the three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jhing, we've been bestfriends since the time when i've known what bestfriend means. we had grown up together, known almost every member of our family, bonded thru countless occassions, spent numerous nights talking bout everything under the sun, and a lot more. i believe in what we've promised long ago that we'll be bestfriends forever no matter what happens. i really didn't expect that one situation would break our vow. no, they're not broken... i wouldn't, and couldn't let it be. i can't. seeing you just pass by our house without a single glance tears me up inside. i wanted to scream your name so you would turn and hug me tightly, just like what we used to do. you know, everytime your sister buys in our store, i deeply wanted to ask her how you're doing. i wanted to know if you're ok, if you're adjusting well at work, if you're really happy, all these and more. i wanted to tell you that it hurts me a lot when both of you decided not to come to my 18th birthday, because you're one of the few special persons that i really want to be with, and who has taken a big part in my life. i remember you're debut, when rachel and i acted as emcees. we're happy back then, enjoyed the company of each other, and told wishes and messages of a long bound friendship. eventhough we don't talk about what really happened to us, i know that the root of our silence is instilled in what happened among elldrich and both of our moms. don't let that situation affect us, please help me fight for our friendship. i can't do this all alone. i wanted to keep my promise, that i'll always be here for you thru ups and downs. i'll be here, still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rachel, i know your feelings when we incidentally ride on the same jeep. you're uneasy, don't know how to act and say. i feel the same way. but i'm really glad when once, you've waited for me, walked home together and chatted bout things having safe topics. safe in a sense that we'll still feel free to say anything without thinking first of what the other one would feel. it pains me especially when i remember the times when we would just blurt out everything we want to say, not minding other's opinion, and just mentioning what our heart feels. even if i've known him first since we're classmates back in elementary, you know i will not be a hindrance to whatever feelings that you have for him. he's just a friend to me, and you are my bestfriend. if ever you ask me to choose between the two of you, there would be no doubt that it's you i'll pick. you don't even deserve to be just a choice, because you are a person i've learned to treasure in my heart. true friends are like treasures, they are difficult to search for, but once you've had them, they're worth all the hardships and pain. khel, you're a treasure to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyD7pY7p9aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6nDGF9OnwDQ/s1600-h/debut+ni+jhing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125373064433497506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyD7pY7p9aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6nDGF9OnwDQ/s200/debut+ni+jhing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyD8Eo7p9bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0FtJCNU4jOY/s1600-h/gndagndahan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125373532584932786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyD8Eo7p9bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0FtJCNU4jOY/s200/gndagndahan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this song is for both of you... best friends forever? i still believe in it. we'll make it thru this test, i know we can..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;you first believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times did I pray you'd find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many wishes on a star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gazing off into the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming I'd see your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe at home unafraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captured in your embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my heart was broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visions of you would keep me strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were with me all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guiding my every step&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are all that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you who first believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all that I was made to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you looking in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And showed me life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've never been the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you first believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times when I'd thought I'd lost you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fearing forever was a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it wasn't what it seemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Placing your hand in mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could see in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were guiding my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you who first believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all that I was made to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you looking in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you showed me life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've never been the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you first believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times did I pray you'd find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many wishes on a star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i still hope that you two get to read this. i wish. i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-2687057888167429982?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2687057888167429982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=2687057888167429982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/2687057888167429982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/2687057888167429982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-friends-forever.html' title='best friends, forever?'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxt1HbB8B6U/RyDjPY7p9XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HW16NTrwDOI/s72-c/pOsE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-1108201494902246267</id><published>2007-10-24T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:51:46.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><title type='text'>ka-ANING-an para sa isang PARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kainis. Grabe, ang panget na panimula nun. Ayoko ng palitan, eh sa naiinis ako e, la ng magagawa dun. Kanina lang sobrang ok mood ko, dahil bdae ng dad ko at bdae ng pare ko. Tapos biglang nagbago nung nakita ko yun. Bakit ba kasi kelangan mo pang ilagay yun? Haaay, I can't continue this statement, blog mo yun e, isip mo yun kaya wala akong magagawa kung ano mga gusto mong ilagay. Di ko lang nagustuhan na sumikat dun yung mga taong close saken, kasi ang alam ko, nababasa rin nila yung blog mo. Ewan ko kung papano. Ah basta. Di ko sinasabing tanggalin mo, sana lang next time, matutunan mo yung discretion.. Sumikat ako masyado e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haay, enough of a little disappointment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gusto ko naman maging bida yung pare ko. Hehe di pa kasi siya formally introduced dito eh. First, pano naging pare. Ahmm, actually di ko din alam kung pano kami nagkaron ng ganung tawagan, basta one time magkatext kami, tas tinawag niya akong bangenge, tinawag ko nman siyang aning &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;usual tawagan na namin yun since nung naging close kami&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Tapos bigla na lang naging pare. Ewan ko ba. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yung pare kong yun, dark angel. haha! Di ako nagbansag niyan, yun kasi ginagamit niyang code. Kakaiba siya, siya lang yung dark angel na Über sa pagiging thoughtful at supportive saken. Naaalala ko dati nung nagkwentuhan kami sa may tinoco ng 8pm, puro mga kakaibang bagay bout ourselves yung napagusapan namin. Naalala ko din nung nagusap kami bout sa prob ko sa drawing, talagang umiyak na ako sa kanya dahil sa sama ng loob sa mga tao na nagpalungkot saken just because of their grade-envy. Pucha, kasalanan ko ba kung ganun ako tratuhin nung abnormal na prof na yun? Ay basta, enough of the past. Happy ako kasi pag may prob ako, dinadamayan niya ako. Kahit sa text lang, nakakatulong talaga siya para mapagaan yung pakiramdam ko. In return, lagi ako nanjan para sa kanya lalo na kapag may problems siya, especially sa mga problems niya sa bez niya. Pati problems sa grades, dinadamayan ko siya pag down. Remember trinoma at yung beinte? haha Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gusto ko nga lagi siyang happy, kasi kapag malungkot siya, sobrang nalulungkot din ako. Kaya nga kagabi, nagset ako ng alarm para mabati siya ng eksaktong 12 para sa bdae niya, maaga xe akong natulog dahil masakit ulo ko. Pare, dapat happy ka palagi ah? Wag ng problemahin lovelife, hahanapan kita para maiba naman! hehe sana lang mabasa mo to, ayoko kasing sabihan kita para magbasa ng blog ko kasi nahihiya din ako sa mga nilalagay ko dito. Actually, konti lang talaga nakakaalam nitong blog ko, yung mga taong kaya kong sabihan ng nararamdaman ko, at yung mga taong may pakelam sa mga emosyon ko at sa mga nangyayari saken. Ok naman saken na konti lng nakakaalam kasi kashit papano, i want this sharing to be a bit private. Bit lang ha, kasi net to, kamusta nman yun di ba? hehe Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pare, yung promise mo saken ah, pag napako yun, lagot ka talaga. Ang tagal ng hindi natutuloy yun eh. Dapat itreat mo kami, kasi laging walang pasok kapag bdae mo, di pa nga yata kita naggreet sa personal kapag bdae mo since nagkakilala tayo e. Kahiya nga kasi nung bdae ko, natouch ako dahil nakapunta kayo sa dinner thanksgiving na hinanda ng family ko e. Pare, i want you to know na kahit ano mangyari, lagi mo kong malalapitan. Di kita iiwan lalo na sa times na down ka, i'll pull you up para sabay tayong makakangiti ulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saya na ako ulit, nawala na yung munting inis ko. haha! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pare, pag nabasa mo to, magpost ka sa cbox para lam kong nabasa mo na. la lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 42nd BIRTHDAY DAD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY OLIVER!&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/8777857141929593698-1108201494902246267?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1108201494902246267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=1108201494902246267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/1108201494902246267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/1108201494902246267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/ka-aning-para-sa-isang-pare.html' title='ka-ANING-an para sa isang PARE'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-6797936334726808625</id><published>2007-10-23T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:52:48.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodybleed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>sembreak sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sembreak na. sheeeet sembreak na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;bakit&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bakit kelangang may sheeeeeet? ewan ko din, sabi nila mas may emosyon daw eh.. haha! Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pagkatapos ng consultation sa ECE, nakahinga na ko ng maluwag. Need i say sobrang sama ng pakiramdam ko night before hanggang sa actual consultation day, bigla akong nagkalagnat, sipon at ubo. Sabi ni sis siguro daw dahil lang sa stress pagkatapos ng finals. Masasabi ko naman sa sarili ko na di ko naman pinabayaan ang subject na yun. Pano ko ba namang makakalimutang mag-aral bawat quiz at prelim and final exams eh pangalan ng subject na yun ang major ko. Samahan pa ng nagfefeeling terror prof. hahahaha! di ko talaga mapigilang matawa Ü . Kasi naman, natutuwa siya kapag alam niyang nahihirapan ang mga estudyante niya sa subject na tinuturo niya. Bilang halimbawa, nasabi sa kanya ng ilan kong mga kaklase pagkatapos ng isang madugong quiz na mahirap yung binigay niya. Sabi niya, and I quote, "Di ba sabi ko naman sa inyo, lahat ng exams ko ay talagang pinag-iisipan. Kailangan niyong gamitin ang utak niyo." Sheeet talaga, sa lagay palang iyon eh hindi pa namin ginagamit yung utak namin.. Haay buhay nga naman. Tanggap ko sana kung lahat ng prof sa ece ganun ang ka-adikan e. Iisipin ko na lang na para sa amin din yun. Kapag lalo kang nahihirapan, mas nagagamit mo ang buong kakayanan ng utak mo. Ang unfair lang dun, yung prof sa isang section halos pamigay na yung 20% ng grade nila. Asan ang hustisya? haha Ü Pero ok na rin yun, swertihan talaga kahit pagdating sa mga prof. Aminin niyo man o hindi, malaking factor pa rin ang paraan ng pagtuturo ng prof sa ikagagaling ng estudyante. Hindi ko naman sinasabing justified yung mga bumabagsak dahil abnormal yung prof, dahil kailangan mo pa rin mag-aral, magaling man magturo yung prof o yung tipong nakikinig ka na ng buong puso sa lecture pero bodybleed ka pa rin. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take note, bodybleed at hindi na nosebleed. paglabas mo ng room, tipong parang galing ka sa giyera. duguan pero buhay pa naman Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;hindi&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ikaw ang dapat mag-adjust sa prof mo, dahil hindi naman makakapag-adjust ang prof sa bawat gusto ng mga estudyante niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;enough of studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sembreak na e.. hahaha! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmm.. gusto ko lang sagutin yung mga sinabi ni deb nung last day nung consulatation.. i don't think na walang kwenta yung problem mo, lahat ng tao may kani-kaniyang problema. At hindi masusukat ng ibang tao kung gano kabigat o kagaan ang problema ng iba dahil wala sila sa sitwasyon na yun. di ka panget, ok? you're way too far beyond that term. napakarami mong magagandang katangian. Wala na silang makikitang Über sa talino at Über din pumorma at Über sa bango.. Papalicious ka talaga. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok, nagiging bading na yung lenggwahe ko&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Dati dumating din ako sa point na nalulungkot ako dahil single ako. Sa tuwing may nakakasabay ako sa jeep na sweethearts &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i literally mean sweet, as in pinapapak na ng langgam sa ka-sweetan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, naiisip ko kung bakit wala pa rin akong boyfriend. Panget ba ako o panget ugali ko kaya wala ako nun? Nalulungkot ako pag naiisip ko yun, pero naiisip ko din na siguro, pana-panahon lang talaga ang pagkakaron ng minamahal sa buhay. Kasi, pag sinasabi ko naman sa kaibigan ko, sasabihin niya na hindi naman ako panget saka di naman panget ugali ko &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaibigan talaga tsk tsk bolero&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Alam ni Lord kung kelan ang tamang panahon para sa'yo. Ibibigay niya sa'yo yung matagal mo nang hiling sa panahong nararapat, at sa oras na di mo inaasahan. In God's time, alam kong magiging masaya ka na talaga. Tingin ko kasi, medyo binibiro ka ni Lord kasi smoothsailing yung buhay mo, tas Über sa taas mga grades mo kaya mejo binigyan ka niya ng konting iisipin. Pero don't let that spoil everything. You deserve to be happy. Saka, gusto lang siguro ni Lord na maging open ka sa mga friends mo at magkaron ng social life kaya hindi ka pa niya binibigyan ng alalahaning babae. Wag ka na malungkot ok? Kasi pag may malungkot sa barkada, gloomy ang lahat. Ayaw ko ng ganyan ka, kasi love kita e, gusto ko lagi kang happy.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I hope mabasa mo ito. Sana lang. Di ko kasi masabi sayo lahat nung magkakausap tayo kasi marami tayo e, shy type ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;natuwa siguro ako mag-blog ulit, tanghali na, may clearance pa kami ngayon. sheeet, tinatamad akong umalis, lakas pa ng ulan.. lss na ko sa fixing a broken heart.. tsk tsk.. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8777857141929593698-6797936334726808625?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6797936334726808625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=6797936334726808625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/6797936334726808625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/6797936334726808625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='sembreak sickness'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-6994960655703766482</id><published>2007-09-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:54:07.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traits'/><title type='text'>believe in this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything."&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/8777857141929593698-6994960655703766482?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6994960655703766482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=6994960655703766482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/6994960655703766482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/6994960655703766482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/believe-in-this.html' title='believe in this..'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-3217820574113161100</id><published>2007-08-30T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:54:40.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideal'/><title type='text'>thoughts to ponder on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;closest to us is not friends and family, but death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;furtherest is not the moon nor the stars, but passed time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;biggest is not mountain nor the sun, but our lust and desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heaviest is not elaphant nor iron, but responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lightest is not the wind nor feathers, but praying or delaying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sharpest is not knife nor sword, but our tongue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8777857141929593698-3217820574113161100?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3217820574113161100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=3217820574113161100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/3217820574113161100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/3217820574113161100'/><link 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Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ikaw Lamang – Silent Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Di ko maintindihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ang nilalaman ng puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tuwing magkahawak ang ating kamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pinapanalangin lagi tayong magkasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hinihiling bawat oras kapiling ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Sa lahat ng aking ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ikaw lamang ang nasa isip ko sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sana’y di na tayo magkahiwalay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kahit kailan pa man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang ang aking minamahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang ang tangi kong inaasam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Makapiling ka habang buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Wala na kong hihingin pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Wala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ayoko ng maulit pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ang nakaraang ayokong maalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Bawat oras na wala ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Parang mabigat na parusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Huwag mong kakalimutan na kahit nag-iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Hindi ako tumigil magmahal sayo sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Sa lahat ng aking ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang ang nasa isip ko sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Sana’y di na tayo magkahiwalay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Kahit kailan pa man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang ang aking minamahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang ang tangi kong inaasam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Makapiling ka habang buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Ikaw lamang sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Wala na kong hihingin pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Wala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;haayy.. i love this song.. sobrang sweet.. parang pag kinantahan ka nito, mawawala lahat ng pain na nararamdaman mo.. lahat ng sama ng loob, lahat ng hinanakit, maglalahong parang bula.. ewan ko ba.. ibang klase eh.. hehe Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;pwede ba.. kung hindi mo kayang tuparin yung mga sinasabi mo, kung patuloy mo lang akong iddisappoint, at kung hindi ka rin naman mananatili, pwede ba, kung pwede lang naman, wag ka na lang mag-exist sa buhay ko? kung darating ka lang para umalis din, pwede bang wag ka ng bumalik pang muli? sabi mo hindi mo kayang mawala ako.. kung patuloy lang na ganito, pwede bang pag-aralan mong alisin na ako sa buhay mo? kung pwede lang nman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;hindi ako galit, hindi ako nagtatampo o kung anuman.. hindi ko na nga alam kung ano bang tawag sa nararamdaman ko e. siguro nasanay na ako kaya ganito. pero ayoko ng masanay. sa totoo lang, alam ko namang masaya ka sa buhay mo eh, at masaya din ako sa mga nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon. natutunan ko na kasing wag iasa ang kaligayahan ko sa iisang tao eh. ngayon alam ko na na dapat mong matutunan na maging masaya sa buhay mo kahit sa tingin mo nagiisa ka lang. kailangan mo munang maging buo dahil sa iyong kabuuan mas lalo kang napahahalagahan ng ibang tao. at kapag dumating na ang taong para sa'yo, masasabi mo na mas naging masaya ang buhay mo at nagkaron ng kahulugan ang kaligayahan mo ng dahil sa kanya. sa totoo lang, mas natutunan kong pahalagahan ang sarili ko ngayon. nalaman ko na hindi ka masasaktan ng ibang tao, masasaktan ka lang nila pag hinayaan mong gawin nila yun sayo o magpaapekto ka ng sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;basta masaya ako ngayon.. alam kong darating din yung araw na magiging mas makabuluhan ang kasiyahan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;"you are my sweetest downfall... i loved you first, i loved you first"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;It's time to be a big girl now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;And big girls don't cry.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-551220989696063317?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/551220989696063317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=551220989696063317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/551220989696063317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/551220989696063317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-4104059879426093816</id><published>2007-07-30T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:57:10.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nobody's perfect, but you once told me that I'm the perfect girl any man could ever dream of. Those words might ring all the bells and might give any girl the sweetest smile. I could have had that smile if it were in a different situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love watching movies. Actually, any kind of movies will do, but since I'm somewhat mushy, I prefer love stories. I cried over The Notebook, Blue Moon and If Only. Maybe it's because I've been dreaming of having a man love me and treat me like I'm the only girl in the world. But I know that you'll never really have a happily-ever-after story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is not measured by whether you win or lose. It's about fighting in what you believe in. It's true that God gives us chances, but it's really up to us to decide if we'll grab it or just leave it that way. "Bahala na si Lord" or "kung kayo ang para sa isa't isa, kayo pa rin ang magkakatuluyan sa huli". I believe in this sayings, in the past. Things and perspectives change as time goes by. It's an inevitable part of human life. Right now, I believe that if you want to achieve something, you must do your best and exert effort in getting what you value most. Surely, you didn't think that God would spoonfeed you, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nobody's perfect, but you once told me that I'm the perfect girl any man could ever dream of. Those words might ring all the bells and might give any girl the sweetest smile. I could have had that smile if it were in a different situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those words were all that you've said in replace for an explanation that I ought to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leave someone.. you have that right. But the least you can do is tell them why. Because what hurts most is knowing that you're not even worth an explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really never wished to be that perfect girl for any man. What I just want is to be loved by the man that matters most to me, and would accept me for what I really am even though I'm not the perfect or ideal one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Love isn't perfect, it isn't a fairytale or a storybook and it doesn't always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute and every second was worth it because you did it... together!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*now playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Reason - Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a resaon for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-4104059879426093816?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4104059879426093816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=4104059879426093816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/4104059879426093816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/4104059879426093816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/07/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-2332521791591672510</id><published>2007-07-14T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:57:49.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;In one episode of Southpark, Stan found his friend Butters who just had his heart broken sitting on a rain-soaked curb in tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Butters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh, well yeah I'm sad, but at the same time, I'm really happy that something could make me feel this sad. It's like it makes me feel alive you know? It makes me feel human. The only way that I can feel this sad now is because I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. I guess what I'm feeling is like a beautiful sadness..&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/8777857141929593698-2332521791591672510?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2332521791591672510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=2332521791591672510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/2332521791591672510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/2332521791591672510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful-sadness.html' title='A Beautiful Sadness'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-393541699147505633</id><published>2007-07-09T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:58:49.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>because of you? i don't know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"don't waste your time on someone who doesn't appreciate you the way you should be&lt;br /&gt;appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;don't ever settle for mediocrity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for being just an option,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for being the one who's just fun to be with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for being the one who's always there desperately waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for mere concern or pity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;or for someone who likes you just because he knows he's got the power to break you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;don't settle because deep down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and you know without a doubt that you deserve better if not the best.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;now, i don't know what to think anymore.. hindi ko alam kung bakit nag-iba na naman ang pakikitungo mo saken.. di ko rin alam kung dapat ba akong matuwa or maging maingat dahil baka all of a sudden bigla ka na namang mawala.. pero sabi nga, kung gustong mong mangyaring maganda saten, you have to make a move before it's too late.. i've done my part, now it's your time to do yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;*now playing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Never Too Far - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;You’re with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Til the bitter end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;What we had transcends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;This experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Too painful to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;So I’ll hold it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Til my heart can mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;And be brave enough to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Still belongs to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Stays preserved in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In the memories there is solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Never too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I won’t let time erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;One bit of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Cause I have learned that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Nobody can take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Though we can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I’ll keep you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;When I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glittering lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Incandescent eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Still preserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In the memories I’ll find solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Never too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I won’t let time erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;One bit of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;And I have learned that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Nobody can take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Though we can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I’ll keep you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;And I’ll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;A place in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Still belongs to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Stays preserved in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In the memories there is solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Never too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I won’t let time erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;One bit of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Cause I have learned th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Nobody can take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;And though we can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I’ll think of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;You’re never too far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-393541699147505633?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/393541699147505633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=393541699147505633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/393541699147505633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/393541699147505633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-waste-your-time-on-someone-who.html' title='because of you? i don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-7947919200989247284</id><published>2007-07-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:00:10.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just want you to know who I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am...&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/8777857141929593698-7947919200989247284?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7947919200989247284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=7947919200989247284&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/7947919200989247284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/7947919200989247284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-7291532930462285878</id><published>2007-06-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:01:55.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Time Understands Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others......, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one that stayed.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to preserve the island until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;She began looking for someone to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.&lt;br /&gt;Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you."&lt;br /&gt;Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.&lt;br /&gt;Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."&lt;br /&gt;Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.&lt;br /&gt;Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."&lt;br /&gt;Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you."&lt;br /&gt;But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.&lt;br /&gt;Love began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me."&lt;br /&gt;It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived on land the elder went on his way.&lt;br /&gt;Love realized how much she owed the elder.&lt;br /&gt;Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time", Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,&lt;br /&gt;"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-7291532930462285878?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7291532930462285878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=7291532930462285878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/7291532930462285878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/7291532930462285878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-understands-love.html' title='Time Understands Love'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-470149169121887845</id><published>2007-06-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:03:14.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Panandaliang Aliw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1st year highschool na ako ng natuto na akong mag-commute. Isang traysikel at dalawang jeep papuntang school. Nasubukan ko na rin namang mag-service sa buong elementary ko kaya desidido na akong makipagsapalaran na lang sa trapik at magaksaya ng oras sa paghintay sa jeep na hindi puno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Masaya mag-commute.Kahit nakakapagod, ‘di naman matutumbasan nito ang ‘adventure’ na makukuha mo sa araw araw. Iba’t ibang mukha, iba’t ibang pangyayari. Minsan, yung nangyari ngayon parang nangyari kahapon pero minsan may mga nangyayaring hindi mo makakalimutan kahit maging lola ka na at lumilipad na ang mga sasakyan, hindi na gumugulong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At bawat araw, iba- iba rin ang mga nakakasalamuha mong tao. May ubod ng baho, ubod ng pogi, ubod ng ganda na nakakatibo, ubod ng maniac. Exciting hindi ba. Sa tuwing may makakatabi akong kyut, tinututuring kong lucky day ko iyon kahit patayan sa mga quizzes, kahit kaka-bad trip mag-lunch sa 1&amp;amp;2 dahil sa dami ng tao. Tinuturing ko silang panandaliang aliw. Ansaya saya magkaroon ng katabing kyut sa jeep lalo na kapag traffic. Humihiwalay ang reyalidad sa sistema ko habang nag-iilusyon na what if girlfriend ako ng katabi ko, kung kunwari magtulug- tulugan ako at sumandal ako sa balikat niya’y papayag kaya siya o dudukutan niya ako ng cellphone at wallet.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Marami- rami na rin sila. Merong may mga kasamang GF na insecure na kung makakapit sa boyps nila ay parang tuko. In fairness mukha rin kasi silang tuko. Meron din namang nagpapapampam sa pamamagitan ng pagkanta out of nowhere, hindi ko nga maintindihan kung kikiligin ba ako o matatakot, medyo creepy kasi, marami rin namang BF na BF ang dating pero BF din pala ang hanap nila. Pero sa dinami- dami nila, mayroong nag-iisa na kakaiba talaga. Hanggang ngayon, napapaisip pa rin ako ng puro ‘what- ifs’ sa tuwing naaalala ko siya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sa España ako sumasakay ng jeep pauwi. 6pm nun, Martes. Pagsakay ko ng jeep, 4 pa kulang. At grabe, ang gwapo ng makakatabi kong yuppie kaya lang mukhang brat at may ere. Pagsakay ko, bumaba yung isang ‘mukhang tatay’ sa gilid sa may labasan dahil nasikipan bigla..ewan. Baka nagka-LBM. Aalis na sana kami nung bumaba siya. At wala kaming choice kundi maghintay ng pupuno sa kulang. Nagmumuni- muni na lang ako habang nakatanaw sa windshield.. bigla na lang may isang kyut na yuppie uli sa labas parang naghihintay ng gf o ng sasakyan. Aba..maskyut ito. hehehe. Matangkad mga 5’10’, clean cut na naka-gel, blue polo, may clutch bag, mukhang papasok pa lang kahit pauwi na. Mukhang typical na leading man sa isang koreanovela. Mala Cyrus ni Kim Sam Soon. Bagay kami maganda rin naman ako at kahit di masyadong matangkad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Syempre kinapalan ko na mukha ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kaya habang naghihintay, heto na naman ako. Nag-da-daydream kahit gabi na. Tinitigan ko lang siya habang sinasambit sa isipan kong ang swerte naman ng syota nito. Hanggang sa bigla na lang humiwalay ang kaluluwa ko sa katawan ko nang biglang tumingin siya sa akin. Huli na nang ma-realize kong kitang- kita pala akong nakatanga sa kanya sa loob ng jeep dahil bukas ang ilaw sa loob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nakakahiya. Kunwari tumingin ako sa cel kung anong oras na. Buti na lang umalis na siya pagtingin ko uli at may dumating na rin na pasahero na kukumpleto sa amin. Napahinga ako nang malalim nang biglang…omygad. Makakatabi ko pala si ‘dreamboy’ huhuhu. Kulang na lang magmaskara ako sa hiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sa biyahe, di ako mapakali. Paano, masikip ang jeep at dama ko ang bawat kibot niya. Napagtanto kong hindi rin siya mapakali. Sa aking peripheral vision ay nakikita kong tumitingin siya sa akin. Sinubukan kong tingnan siya habang tinatakip ang mahaba kong buhok. Nahuli niya ako kaya kunwari ay tumingin na lang rin ako sa direksiyon kung saan siya tumitingin yung tipong kunwari ang akala ko may tinitignan din siyang iba. Nakakatawa. Mukhang tanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kinakabahan ako. Nahihirapan akong huminga sa takot na marinig niya at maramdaman ang mabilis at malalim kong paghinga. At ewan kung nananadya siya dahil makailang beses din siyang napapabuntong- hininga at nag- "aahem." Basta kakaiba ang kutob ko. 99.9% sure ako na kapag tumingin ako sa kanya ay kakausapin niya ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pero hindi ako tumitingin. At hindi rin siya tumitigil sa kakatingin. Kulang na lang hawiin niya ang mahabang buhok ko at sinasadya ko namang ibagsak pa ito lalo sa pamamagitan ng pagtungo at pagtulog kunwari. Nakikiramdam ako. Siyempre kailangan maging Maria Clara kahit konti. Hindi ako makapaniwalang nangyayari ito ngayon sa akin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is it. This is really is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kaya hinanda ko na ang sarili kong kausapin siya at tanungin kung anong problema niya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baka naman akala lang niyang mandurukot ako?! Hehe. Bahala na basta kakausapin ko siya. Huminga ako ng malalim habang sina-psyche ang sarili. Kaya mo yan gurl. At pag- angat ko ng ulo ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“Manong diyan lang sa tabi.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sabi niya habang tinititigan ako ng tipong "pakshet, bakit ngayon ka lang tumingin sa akin?!! Sana magkita uli tayo...miss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sabay hinto ng jeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-470149169121887845?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/470149169121887845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=470149169121887845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/470149169121887845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/470149169121887845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/panandaliang-aliw.html' title='Panandaliang Aliw'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-3005181377783974073</id><published>2007-06-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:04:39.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>Fare Thee Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment you read this, I will be a thousand miles away from you. I know you wouldn’t even care less and I’m not really sure what I could make out of that. Look, I have no intensions of pestering you as you say you have a busy schedule. There’s just something I wish to convey before I finally let go of this feeling, move on, and live my life. I don’t really give out letters like this to those people I fancy, it always seemed so easy for me to talk to them and give them a piece of my mind. Just couldn’t figure out why I find it so difficult for me to have a word with you regarding this matter. I know I started this whole insane sh*t at the wrong foot. What I thought was just a big joke turned out to be something that devoured me. I didn’t have any idea that it was going to eat me whole. Had I known, I shouldn’t have indulged myself onto it. I thought I was in control, something I’m used to being all the time. And when I noticed that I wasn’t and that I’m slowly slipping away to my typical controlled self, it scared the hell out of me. YOU scared the hell out of me. So I went back to my usual routine again: going out, meeting new people, and trying to enjoy their company - to keep my mind off you. But I should have known better. It was useless, utterly futile…all in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I often wonder what it is with you that made me feel this. You made me feel all those stupid mixed emotions all at the same time. And it was then that I figured out that I was in deep shit. I had my pride. I tried to conceal it to everyone, to you, and even to myself. I knew what our friends are like. They’d surely make a big laugh out of me. I can already see them with their eyes wide open as if I have just said the most absurd thing. See, it was always a conscious effort to be cool whenever you’re around. To act natural, to be left unnoticed. It wasn’t easy, I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I’m only human. I also get tired. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t care at all. Tired of using that nonchalant façade every time I hear them talking about you, or hear them talk about something that reminded me of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What we had was not something substantial, I must admit. And for that, I want to thank you for the incredible memories that would forever be etched within me, those would bring out the best smile in me as I reminisce. Please don’t get me wrong here. I don’t intend to attract attention from you. I don't even expect anything from you after having this. I just feel the need to do this. For myself. For no other reason but to put you all behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved you, this I'm certain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this…if you did read on. I have just unloaded something that has eaten most of my time lately. Somehow, I feel a lot okay now. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. And when that time comes, I will be ready to be friends with you…without pretensions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;It will be better that way.&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/8777857141929593698-3005181377783974073?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3005181377783974073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=3005181377783974073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/3005181377783974073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/3005181377783974073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/fare-thee-well.html' title='Fare Thee Well'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-7946420097119717568</id><published>2007-06-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:05:26.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes, we just can't teach our hearts to love those lost souls back.. No matter how hard we try, the wounds left make it hard to forget but sooner or later it will become scars. Scars that you don't want to see.. But you can choose to forget it's there. And then our hearts reopens back for love, ready for a new one, just if we will, and when time is just right.. &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/8777857141929593698-7946420097119717568?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7946420097119717568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=7946420097119717568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/7946420097119717568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/7946420097119717568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-true.html' title='so true'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8777857141929593698.post-8116764601900102963</id><published>2007-06-13T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:06:58.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Memories Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything that happen once can never happen again, but everything that happens twice would surely happen for the third time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Matapos ang napakatagal na panahon, nasabi ko na rin sa sarili ko na ok na ako. Dumaan ang mga araw, mga linggo at taon ng wala ka sa tabi ko. Nakayanan ko yun, sabi ko pa nga, magiging ok ako kahit wala ka. Marami na rin mga nangyari sa buhay ko nun, marami na rin akong nakilala at may mga nagustuhan din. Pero ewan ko ba kung bakit parang nananadya ang pagkakataon, pinagsama tayo sa iisang okasyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Di maiwasan na di tayo mag-usap. No choice kung baga. Naalala ko na naman lahat ng mga alaalang nakalimutan ko na. Nagkatotoo yung "&lt;em&gt;reliving the past&lt;/em&gt;". Iniwan mo siya at nagkabalikan tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Masaya ako noon. Ginawa ko ang lahat para maging maayos tayo. Sabi ko nga dati, hindi ako naniniwala sa reconciliation. Para sa akin noon, lahat ng tapos na ay di na dapat pang balikan pa. Pero kinalimutan ko yun. Lahat ng di mo gusto noon, iniwasan ko. Ayoko na kasing maulit ang mga maling nagawa noon. Binigay ko lahat para sa atin dahil naniwala akong tayo talaga ang para sa isa't isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pero nawala ka ulit. Nawala ang pangakong hindi na tayo maghihiwalay pa. Bawat pagkakataon na magkasama tayo, di ko maramdaman na kasama kita. Parang ang layo mo, parang hindi mo ako nakikita. Balewala lang sa'yo ang mga usapan natin. Naiiwan akong nag-iisa at paulit-ulit na naghihintay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sinubukan ko ulit bumangon. Pinilit kong ayusing muli ang buhay ko at masanay na naman na wala ka sa tabi ko. Matagal din yun. Pero dumating ka na naman. Humihingi ng isa pang pagkakataon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything that happen once can never happen again, but everything that happens twice would surely happen for the third time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yun ang drama mo. Kung alam mo lang kung gaano ako natuwa nung sinabi mo yun... Pero hindi, hindi ko tinanggap yun kaagad. Sabi ko, siguraduhin mo muna yung nararamdaman mo, baka nabibigla ka lang o napipilitan. Sabi ko sa'yo, magiging ok ako kahit ano pa ang desisyon mo. Sabi ko, mag-aantay ako sa sagot mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pero di mo sinabi yung sagot mo. Nalaman ko lang sa kaibigan ko ang lahat. Sabi pa nga niya, bago niya yun sabihin na wag daw akong iiyak. Di ko alam kung ano dapat kong maging reaksyon, pero hinanda ko ang sarili ko sa maririnig ko. Sabi mo sa kanya, parang nawala na yung pag-ibig mo para sa akin. Na kung gagamitin mo ang isip mo, talagang ako ang pipiliin mo. Bago na naman ang drama mo. &lt;em&gt;"If the feeling is gone"&lt;/em&gt; naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tinanggap ko lahat yun. "No hard feelings". Di nga ako umiyak eh. Eh ganun talaga, wala na akong laban dun. Knock-out na. At least, nalaman ko yung totoo. Nalaman ko kung ano ba talaga ako sa'yo. Yun nga lang, sa iba ko pa nalaman. Pero, ok na rin yun, ang mahalaga, matatapos ko na rin ang lahat. Move-on, kailangan eh. Hindi pwedeng habambuhay ma-stuck. Sabi ko sa'yo, tigilan muna natin ang komunikasyon. Tingin ko kasi, mas makabubuti yun sa atin, lalo na sa akin para naman mabigyan ako ng pagkakataon na ayusin ulit buhay ko. Pumayag ka noon. Binura ko ang numero mo sa telepono ko at lahat ng may kaugnayan sa'yo. Pero kahit papano naman, malalaman ko kung ikaw yung nagtext dahil kabisado ko yung mga last digits sa number mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nagsimula na naman ako. This time, totoo na. Nagustuhan ko yung mga pagbabago sa sarili ko. Ngayon, talagang masasabi kong kaya ko lahat. Parang sumailalim ako sa drug rehabilitation. Mabusisi at matagal na panahon ang nilalaan para lang mawala ang epekto ng droga sa sistema. Para kasing naging ganun ka sa akin. Nasanay ako na lagi kang nandiyan. Nasanay ako sa presensya mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tulad ng mga bagong labas sa rehab, nakalaya din ako sa pagkakakulong sa'yo. Nakita kong marami palang nagmamahal sa akin, at ay mga nasasaktan sa tuwing umiiyak ako dahil sa'yo. &lt;em&gt;"The truth will set you free". &lt;/em&gt;At dahil dun kaya malaya na ako ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pero eto ka na naman. Hindi ko alam kung bakit paulit-ulit kang bumabalik sa tuwing maayos na ang buhay ko. Nagpaparamdam ka na naman. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang motibo mo para muling magbalik. Nagtataka ako kung bakit. Pero isa na lang ang iisipin ko. Pakikipagkaibigan na lang marahil ang dahilan. Hindi na ako mag-iisip pa ng iba. Baka maling interpretasyon na naman ang ibigay ko. Pero kung yun nga ang iniisip mo, wag kang mag-alala, di pa rin nawawala ang pagkakaibigan natin kahit ano pang mangyari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahit ano pa man ang mangyari, alam ko na sa sarili ko kung ano ang kahalagahan ko. Hindi ko na hahayaang masaktang muli ng isang taong walang pakialam sa nararamdaman ko. &lt;em&gt;I deserve to be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"It's always painful to know that someone is irrevocably gone and all that's left are memories of beautiful days gone by. Sometimes, it boggles my mind why people fall in love, then say goodbye; why they cannot belong forever when at first, they can never seem to part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;... but then i realized that after all, maybe they're just not meant to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8777857141929593698-8116764601900102963?l=jennylaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8116764601900102963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8777857141929593698&amp;postID=8116764601900102963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/8116764601900102963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8777857141929593698/posts/default/8116764601900102963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennylaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-that-happen-once-can-never.html' title='Memories Left Unsaid'/><author><name>jennylaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11770571607777975360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.jennylaine02.multiply.com/image/3/photos/1/500x500/12/12.jpg?et=xNcfn1mWoP6R0Bnjf8Vn2g'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
