<?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-3115782856408526123</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:17:01.983-08:00</updated><category term='ask'/><category term='trauma'/><category term='poem'/><category term='funny'/><category term='studies'/><category term='party'/><category term='bored'/><category term='accident'/><category term='school'/><category term='blog'/><category term='bday'/><category term='girls'/><category term='family'/><category term='chance'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='men'/><category term='article'/><category term='fun'/><category term='usual'/><category term='nebermind'/><category term='love'/><category term='kham'/><category term='bro'/><category term='mcl'/><category term='update'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>| Perils of a Damsel |</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Requires a hero to dash to her rescue.&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-4747734581946893798</id><published>2009-03-30T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:51:15.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><title type='text'>I am complex in every way, yet you love me, accept my flaws and all that's why I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hiyaa! The damsel resurrects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is not yet a dead spot.&lt;br /&gt;I almost buried my draft entries for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i've been out for a two months or more. Good gracious, thank God I'm done with my hell term, and glad to announce that I had good grades. After that mind cracking term, I was obliged to take up summer class and enroll two social science subjects, which were Sociology and the Philippine Constitution. I thought it would be that easy because these are only minor subjects. But i was wrong. I'm undergoing a lot of pressure with these subjects, i mean, I have to memorize and memorize then analyze, and last.. memorize. That's crap, boo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, I wasn't only busy with school related works, i also found some things to spend my time earning moolah. haha. Yep, you're damsel is not only a student but also a part time entrepreneur. Speaking of money, so, what's the business? Nothing special, really. I just have this small online shop. I never visioned myself in a business managing career, that's why I took a computer related course, but here I am, taking chances. I don't know why. It just started as a sort of curiosity until it grew and developed into a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officialy opened my online shop last March 2009, on the 9th to be exact. My family and friends thought that was cool. Earning money when you're just sitting in front of your laptop. Yes, that's quite easy to look at.. FOR THEM. But for me? this is kind of serious and time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell different stuffs. Of course, once a client gets an order, you must ship the items through a courier service. That's one of the time consumers, the effort of delivering the items. My another service is layout-ing (if that's the term). Most of multiply sellers or even ordinary people doesn't know that much about tweaking multiply layouts, that's why I took the chance of customizing layouts with a minimal fee. And it's great and rewarding that I had lots of clients who trusted my works. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months now, I already earned through this online business, not that big enough but just right, what's important is that it helped me a lot. Not only financially but also socially, as well as in my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested to see, click on this link: &lt;a href="http://beefab.multiply.com/"&gt;BeeFAB! Online Shop and Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, so much of this. I just gave you an update of what's really happening to me in the past couple of weeks. I still have two examinations tomorrow and I haven't reviewed enough yet. So, bye guys and til my next update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xi] Wish me luck for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;[xii] Finals next week, pressure on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-4747734581946893798?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4747734581946893798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=4747734581946893798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4747734581946893798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4747734581946893798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-complex-in-every-way-yet-you-love.html' title='I am complex in every way, yet you love me, accept my flaws and all that&apos;s why I love you'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-3465820351185876375</id><published>2009-02-26T04:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:41:36.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>If yesterday blindfolds your eyes I'll bring you tomorrow let me see you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My braincells are scattered and I can't make them work straight. I'm abash as of the moment. Damn. I don't want to lose the opportunity of blogging though. This is one of my numbered spare times to have 'cause in a short time, I cannot visit my blogger frequently. Thesis mode, again. Consequences of being an IT student, nonstop system defenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's time for the braincells to get back on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry coming up in 3..2..1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, 9am to be exact, I was on my way to school - the usual. But this time, it's another story, ain't a good one. Here's how my stupidity goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to ride a jeepney almost full with passengers. So the tendency was to sit at the back most corner. When I got halfway in, i didn't notice a round fluorescent light(is there even a round fluorescent? heck, making my own term). So your conclusion? Yea, the stupid me got her head struck that friggin' light and my hair got caught by it causing a little skin/scalp scraped off and a handful of hair got pulled off. At first, it's not really that painful, but when I saw blood on my fingers I can't help but sob right there and there at my place. Imagine the emotion, the fear, the chagrin, pain and shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at school, I headed to the clinic and had my injury cured. I was touched with my close friends who were very supportive and checked me at the clinic to ask my condition. I can no longer contain my emotions and started to sob again. I don't know why. I had this theory on mind,  when something unusual happened either physical or emotional and people around had their full attention on you, concerned, that triggers the emotion and you get too sensitive causing you to act so weird. Yes, that includes crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy isn't it? Yes, that's exactly the term for my literal story. Even my friends find it dreadful to hear my eerie story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a slap on the wrist. I can never be too complacent. Death is certain, with its own timing of arrival. Of course, the accident that happened to me this morning was just a minor accident but it's never far from being worst. Everyday there are lot of things that may happen to me and I should always be prepared for it, no matter how big or small it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeking on the bright side, there's also an advantage of being a prone-accident person, you'll  get to know who are those people that really value you and worries about your difficult situation. I call them genuine friends. I realized many more things, which were difficult to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condition, if you may ask, so aside from a bit headache, i'm definitely a-ok now. Yeah, a little disinfectant and cleansing will do for a minor injury like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be guided,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xi] Guide no. 1, always remember to be cautious on riding passenger jeepneys!&lt;br /&gt;[xii] Bio exam tomorrow, I have no notes. Great. Guide no.2, always take down notes no matter how boring the class becomes.&lt;br /&gt;[xiii] Guide no. 3, never procrastinate. I've forgot to do random things and i have to rush those things now. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These precautions would be of great help. Good night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-3465820351185876375?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3465820351185876375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=3465820351185876375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3465820351185876375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3465820351185876375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-yesterday-blindfolds-your-eyes-ill_26.html' title='If yesterday blindfolds your eyes I&apos;ll bring you tomorrow let me see you smile'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-4047224580249204085</id><published>2009-02-15T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:36:16.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Little Taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never been this quite in a state-of-high until you came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never known myself until you made me figure out the other side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never felt so exceptional until you made me realize my worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never been so helplessly in love until you accidentally trip on my heart's doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, it's no accident, perhaps it was God's will for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I must say, i'm loving the idea of it, truly heartfelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Kham S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheers! This is the first time i composed a love poem out of emotion, ever. HAHA. Gawd. The mushy side of me, funny huh. I made several poems before but those were made out of necessity, not emotion. lol. Okay okay, why did I create a poem? Nothing, really. I'm just happy. It shows. Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I just gave you a hint about my valentine status. haha. Yes, I just had a great Hearts day, so far. Though I didn't received a bouquet of roses nor a bunch of chocolates, that doesn't really matter with me, I got the hang of it. As long as the object of affection's with you, at least you won't count these things anymore. You'd just look forward for every precious time he's by your side, nothing else can compare the high you can get from it. One thing i'm sure of, I can never let go this kind of high out of my system. That would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, ups and downs are never out of the scene but it takes a lot of effort to let go  and give up a relationship secured by genuine love. Where did I got those? I don't know either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maan, speaking of ups and downs, I had another frustration after a heart melting valentine. I'm loaded with paper works. I'm glad frustrations and accomplishments managed to go hand in hand. Imagine, I wrote this very long chapter two of my thick math book. I even consumed two fillers (22 pages to sum it all up) in more or less than 10 hours of jotting down. Imagine the pangs of pain in my hand, include my head. sigh. That professor's the very first person to give me a callous on my finger. Thanks to my mom, she encouraged me. "There may be a reason why she gave you those task. Just enjoy your work, don't endure", she added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of my mom, I bought her a red blouse with a love letter card yesterday, hearts day. I can't imagine that I did that. HAHA. She was absolutely surprised and much happy to the extent that she shared that good news to everyone! Well, can't blame her. That's really UNUSUAL of me. But i would definitely get the hang of it soon. I'll be often nice and sweet to her this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I need to drag my ass to bed now. My groupmates in my Filipino class announced that we should be early tomorrow for the practice. Practice of a folk dance, great! Oh how I hate dancing, sigh. Cut me some slack on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd be updating this blog again soon. I think I forgot lots of things to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brain's slowing down as of the moment. Sleep deprivation sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good day people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-4047224580249204085?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4047224580249204085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=4047224580249204085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4047224580249204085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4047224580249204085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-taste-of-heaven.html' title='Little Taste of Heaven'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-2773768425307830882</id><published>2009-02-11T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:25:42.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>I Lost More Than Virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got this forwarded email from my mom, which i found interesting. Might as well share it with you guys. This is a nice article, though I don't know the author. I guess she's the one stated in the article. I hope the author didn't mind that I've posted her work here :)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Lost More Than Virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“We got the test back yesterday,” she said. “Unfortunately, the result was positive.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Silence. The room spun wildly. It seemed to be darkening and closing in. I struggled to listen to what she was saying, “I’m very sorry. There are several options and we need to discuss them. There’s adoption, or you could keep the baby yourself. Perhaps your parents will bring up the child.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We discussed the options, but there didn’t seem to be any alternative to abortion. Both having been raised in Christian homes, we knew that the guilt involved would haunt us forever. But that seemed a small price to pay for the serenity of our parents. For their sanity, their reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It took a lot of arranging and lying – even to the extent of obtaining a false &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234345657_43"&gt;Medicare card&lt;/span&gt;. But finally, I found myself in an OB-Gyne’s office in a neighboring town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“Cynthia Romualdez.”  It was hard to remember my false identity. “Cynthia Romualdez next, please.” The third time the name was repeated, I woke from my nervous stupor. Embarrassed, I rushed into the doctor’s office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Finally, everything came out. Looking back, I was terribly naive. But the doctor was kind and sympathetic. She examined me – itself a painful experience, and commented that the uterus seemed too small for a 10-week pregnancy. She told me that she wanted to take another blood test before considering abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It was small comfort, but raised my hopes. Returning home, I again fasted and prayed. I promised God that if He would only abort the child naturally, then I’d never sin again. A rash promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Two days later, I rang for the results. The test was negative. I cried and cried. All the pent-up emotion came out. For the first time in weeks, I slept soundly and awoke with the desire to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Why am I sharing this painful experience? Well, today I’m 19 years old. You often hear parents, preachers, teachers, warning about the danger of premarital sex. They often cite the current epidemic, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234345657_44"&gt;AIDS&lt;/span&gt;, as prime evidence against this behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But I wonder. Do they really know? Do they really know what it costs a girl in the 1990s – even in a steady relationship? Let me tell you what it cost me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I lost my closest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; – with whom I had shared everything. We had shared our dreams for family, our plans for future careers, and for personal development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Today, I hardly know that guy. He has fallen easily into another steady relationship. It hurts to even think about it – although I could never marry him. He’s not my type. We’ve both matured into two entirely different people in the past three years. We no longer share the same goals and interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I lost my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; – No, they didn’t reject me. To this day, I don’t even know if they have heard my story. In an effort to protect them, I withheld the truth. First, with just little white lies. But eventually it was a life of total deceit. A once happy and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1234345657_45"&gt;open relationship&lt;/span&gt; with my parents soured. It is only in the past few months that we have been able to talk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I lost my self identity and my self-respect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;– I had always been an honest person – sometimes to the point of being tactless. And to live with a double life played havoc with my self-esteem. I began to doubt how genuine I was. I lost my faith in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I no longer look forward to marriage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;- I’m scared. Scared that I will never be able to give myself unreservedly again. Scared that will be unable to meet my partner’s need. Rationally, I know what I am wrong. Love-making for me became love-breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’ve lost the one fight that could have shown my future husband that I was giving him all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; – something special that was his alone, and that could never belong to another man on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There are many other losses – the time that could have been spent meeting lots of other guys. Friends who became frustrated with what seemed an inexplicable morbidity. Emotional energy that drained me mentally and physically. My good grades became a thing of the past. And I possibly lost my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’m not sharing this to make a moral judgment on premarital sex. I just want to help others my own age to take an enlightened look into what it could cost them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[xi] I'm not acting too religious nor being a sinless hypocrite here. I'm not pointing to someone else as well.  Let's say, I just find it rewarding to give ALL for my future lifetime partner. And when I say all, it includes my BEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please don't get me wrong :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-2773768425307830882?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2773768425307830882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=2773768425307830882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2773768425307830882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2773768425307830882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-lost-more-than-virginity.html' title='I Lost More Than Virginity'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-2605697572227798439</id><published>2009-02-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:33:25.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Don't think that I'm the only one here to blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too short to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To sudden, to quick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a vapor indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When life meets death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the latter chooses none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kham S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a drag - until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday(02/09), at around 7 in the morning, we went to Bulacan to attend a close family friend's funeral. Obviously, i was absent for two consecutive days. I've missed lots of school-related stuffs definitely, darn. I'm lazy enough to torture my brain cells tomorrow, again. Okay, going back. We first went to our previous home at Bulacan and neighbor friend. After that, we went to my future mom-in-law's parlor. HAHA. It's a joke. Then, my bff asked for help about some photoshop stuffs so I went to their house since 8pm would be the start of  the funeral service. I missed north so much, especially those people who are dear to my heart. My bff and I had an argument, it's a petty fight but we dealt with the subject seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, everybody prepared for the burial. It's such a heartbreaking view. I don't know what to feel, everything's mixed up. I felt pity for the mother and two daughters left behind by the late father. The eldest daughter was my best friend. Yes, it's was, and it's a long story to tell. The mother is my mom's close friend.  I've been attached to their family way back when I was in my elementary years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never seen her weep like this before, i remember her as a funny, witty person. She keeps on repeating "i love you, loving" and other assurances that they will be alright though he's gone.  Tough sight. Almost everyone's in the verge of crying. The pain and pity though I know they can get through it, but a family without a father will be difficult. And of course, i didn't escape that time from being a cry-baby, again. I just can't help not to shed tears at that very moment. My heart's not yet tough enough to face real life dramas or even hardcore TV dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing others sorrow is an added burden to me. I felt bad for them or more than, a heartbreak. Everyone's sorrowful yet we're all rejoicing. One of life's paradoxes. We all grieve for the lost of a friend's presence but we're rejoicing because we know he's heaven bound. He's not dead, he's just sleeping. Someday, we'll all meet again, soon. I know he found a haven of rest, a real peace in God's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll miss you sir Jeff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeff Sanguir, born 1964 - died 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-2605697572227798439?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2605697572227798439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=2605697572227798439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2605697572227798439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2605697572227798439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-think-that-im-only-one-here-to.html' title='Don&apos;t think that I&apos;m the only one here to blame'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5618573833609400341</id><published>2009-02-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:19:11.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Those simple words hit so hard they turned my whole world upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;February 6, 2009 -  6pm, sad to announce but my close friend's dad had already passed away this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A heartbreaking thing that everyone dreaded to happen happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a miserable news to hear. I'd never imagine this very day would come too early. So surprising death came all of a sudden, too quick.&lt;/span&gt; Once death knocks on your door you have no options, no way out but to accept the unwanted fact. Ahh, life and its surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'm glad he now found a haven of rest. It's never the end, it's just a start of his new life up there, heaven bound for sure. There are things we don't want to happen, but no matter how we try to prevent it, sadly, life has its own way where there is no choice than comply. Life and its surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I decided to go to Bulacan on monday to sympathize with our close family friends. We'll be staying there for two days. It only means, I'll be absent on school for those two days, it doesn't matter though. Since I have no more examinations on my 5 courses (subjects), I think it's alright to excuse myself from class, and besides, I have a valid reason to be excused perhaps. Comforting a friend is much better than being stuck at the classroom hoping  that every stinking minute pass by quickly. I know, she needs a friend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we had a lot of misunderstandings before, we once been good best buddies and I can't changed that fact, that I'm still a friend willing to lend her my helping hands. I still love her inspite of the mishaps and bitter words thrown before. All she needs now is comfort, a warm friendly hug and a sincere concern. That's a lot easier to do than solve math problems at school, isn't it? My point is, I can do it and personal ego has no room for us this time. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is just everywhere, it is certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xi] Leaving internet for two days.&lt;br /&gt;[xii] I hope to bring home a sensible update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5618573833609400341?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5618573833609400341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5618573833609400341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5618573833609400341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5618573833609400341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-simple-words-hit-so-hard-they.html' title='Those simple words hit so hard they turned my whole world upside down'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-1933864589211790523</id><published>2009-02-02T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:40:56.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Inspire me with the smile like glow on your pretty face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;February 2, 2009 - 3:00 am, I've been awakened by my mom in the middle of the night. The reason? She got a text message from our family friend, actually, my ex-best friend's family.  At 5:00 am, I heard mom talking to her friend over the phone (my friend's mom). Her husband is now currently on ICU and the condition is in 50:50. Sigh. That's a bad news, a bad news to begin my day. My mom went to the hospital (Chinese Gen. Hospital)  first thing in the morning. I wanted to come with her but because of my stupid examinations today, i wasn't able. Though I had some misunderstandings before with my ex-best friend, her family never showed any sign of maltreatment to me. Her sister and I never cease of exchanging taunts, her mom's so sweet and her dad's too kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend (since childhood) and I we're best of friends before and I'm always at their house and vice versa. I used to have a sleepover there once in a while. I used to chitchat with her. I used to sit with her, her sister, and her dad in front of the TV set watching movies. I used to eat with them during meal times.  I used to play with their dog though i'm afraid of cuddling it. Her mom and dad used to crack up some jokes and we'll all burst out laughing, I see them as a happy, loving, strong family. Most of all, I used to miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious of her dad's condition, well, her dad has an asthma and then had a thyroid problem (I think he already had this for years). Another thing was his intake of steroids without doctor's prescription. Everything worsen when his thyroid goes down to his heart and the kidney's not responding anymore. He needs a dialysis but because his blood pressure collapse, dialysis would be a risk. I don't know about further details, all I know is that his status is not in a great condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed myself on their situation and i don't think I can take it, to see my father breathing heavily with a life-support machine on his body, I can't. Their dad is the breadwinner, so as my father. Their mom is a housewife, and so as my mother. If ever their dad passed away (knock on wood), i'm not sure how will they move on aside from the emotional struggle, and how about their financial status? I don't know either. If i'm in their shoes, it would be very difficult for me to accept that bitter fact. All I could do for their family now is to pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that bad news, on the other hand, I took two exams today. I am now distressed because i'm not confident with both of my exam. Another item to be added on my prayer list. Sigh. Gaaah, I had another exam tomorrow, and this time it's a sure ball. I won't flunk the exam tomorrow. I'll strive harder for my family's sacrifice and trust on me. Such a good girl isn't it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must be&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bad news and mind-boggling exams, is a provoking little argument with the bf. Pssh, but I won't tell the details anymore. We're both mood swingers remember? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been so hapless. Nothing new, nothing good. Whenever I don't feel sad, that doesn't mean I'm happy either. Anyway, my life's abash as of the moment. I wanted to cry but I won't let it, I need to be strong myself to buck up others, not to be a burden for those who are extremely upset and anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woah, consecutive gloomy incidents that are happening to me. I hope one day I would wake up happily, contented, and worry-free. When will that happen? In my dreams! Pssh, these are all just a piece of cake, right? (And when did I learn sweet-lemoning, huh? lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, my day started with a bad news and I'm not sure how long will my struggles come to a halt but I won't allow it to have a grip on me. I'll be strong. I wish, i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xi] One of the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[xii] Include my friend's family on your prayers. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;[xiii] If ever "that" happened to 'him', I'll miss 'him' for sure (you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-1933864589211790523?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1933864589211790523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=1933864589211790523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1933864589211790523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1933864589211790523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspire-me-with-smile-like-glow-on-your.html' title='Inspire me with the smile like glow on your pretty face'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-1453460419182214581</id><published>2009-01-30T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:20:47.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>But you came and changed my whole world now, i'm somewhere i've never been before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so unbelievable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very stressful week for me. Since this week is jam-packed of school related works, hassle and pressure got me. How much more when it's already 12th week of this term? I'll be dead. I never thought of college this pretty hard from my normal anticipation. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, i've pretty focused on school works and that's a darn thing, can't enjoy full blast. lol, but it's fine. I'm a student of course, it's a part of it. Last thursday was  exactly my hell day, literal. Yeah, it sucks when you have two consecutive major exam then a report to finish, and it sucks more when you were not able to review because of that report! Sigh. But thank God the first exam was moved next week, now, I have four remaining exam the week ahead. Another big sigh. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, enough said. This is a random entry so I'll write down random thoughts I have in mind. Love life? Oh well, what can I say. We're already in our third year and nine month committed relationship (well, not exactly but i don't know what you'll call that. pssh). We've been through many struggles and here we are now, standing still, unmovable, drawn with love. Yes, for three years, there were tears, pain, break-ups, and the likes; But, every relationship have these downfalls to test the so called genuine love with of course, God at our center. We cannot forget His goodness to both of us. In the next three months, we're already in our fourth year, it seems too fast but still too slow. Why too fast but too slow? It's too fast because it seems like  recently we were just kids (we're involved in that since-childhood-buddies) then for four years we were lovers. Too slow because we're looking forward for deeper relationship, i mean, after we graduated in college we'll be more serious to plan about the future (if you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thing. I'm not into journals and my professor on discrete math had just obliged us to write journals on a weekly basis. Gawd, since when did Math courses turned into English? Heck.  Yes, I don't care either. I'll just do for the sake of my writing skills. (And since when did i learn sweet lemoning? HAHA) gaah, making fun, sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, I've been pretty drawn to storytelling personal stuffs but heck I had a lot of things to do. I'm just in the mood of updating my blogger. Ya'know, I always depend on the mood i'm in. Sorry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random entry :)&lt;br /&gt;Kbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xi] 4 remaining exams to go. Review, review, and review.&lt;br /&gt;[xii] I'll have my braces soon perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-1453460419182214581?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1453460419182214581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=1453460419182214581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1453460419182214581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1453460419182214581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/01/but-you-came-and-changed-my-whole-world.html' title='But you came and changed my whole world now, i&apos;m somewhere i&apos;ve never been before.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-2426097333642003328</id><published>2009-01-21T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:50:20.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>I look at life on both sides now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey guys! the damsel is back. I've been pretty internet-deprived lately for the reason that there are stack of darn school works, add my laziness as well. I abando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;ned this site for almost a month or two. For those few months, there are load of stuffs to be told. Yeah, i've got lot of things to blab about but pardon me, my brain cells are tired enough to dig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;up stories from the last few months and story tell all right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's talk about some recent issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;This week is my school's second year foundation celebration. Different colleges prepared exceptional events. For the record, I almost joined the beauty pageant! Oh well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have the figure, perhaps, but not the general preparedness for it actually (since this is supposedly my first time and the preparation span is for a week). I've reconsidere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;d many things before giving out my choice. I'd chosen not to participate and represent my college for a reason that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;" didn't allow me to join, though i have the thought of excitement plus the swarm of friends motivating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Either of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he two choices, I would still disappoint one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; party. And I chose that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; over my friends, yeah I know that sucks, bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gtime. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know the situation, I had no choice but to give up the thought. I wouldn't and couldn't wish to live  with the fact that i've taken that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; for granted and regret it someday. The pageant is not really a big deal so I won't regret not joining, but of course, I also want to experience such opportunities. Perhaps, I'll join next year if fate allows. lol. I wish that time, all will be settled and no more double thoughts on mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another recent thing. My best friend's 19th birthday w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as last January 12. Then at the 17th, we had his post birthday celebration at Trinoma mall with our moms. We ate at Bigoli, an Italian fastfood restaurant. Pastas we're really great.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcGomr6rjI/AAAAAAAAANs/CXTLZX-pwJI/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcGomr6rjI/AAAAAAAAANs/CXTLZX-pwJI/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293707181646589490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sucks. The picture is blurred. Anyway, i really love their spaghetti and lasagna.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After eating, my BFF and my brother played at Timezone. That was really fun, we spent P300 just playing there for hours. I'm not sure of the accurate time. All in all, we've enjoyed the day :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures! more at my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and moms at my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcJYCoRzvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qkCczwIs6Es/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcJYCoRzvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qkCczwIs6Es/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293710195624627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BFF and my brother bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcJYp7q0EI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Jky0_0CRipo/s1600-h/Say_Bee2640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcJYp7q0EI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Jky0_0CRipo/s320/Say_Bee2640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293710206174941250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my BFF at Timezone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcJYvFFI0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/EByCpxYKJ3k/s1600-h/Say_Bee2644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcJYvFFI0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/EByCpxYKJ3k/s320/Say_Bee2644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293710207556592450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[xi] To sum it all up, positive things somehow dominated me the last few months :)&lt;br /&gt;[xii] Excited for tomorrow's foundation event - Family Feud Malayan Edition.&lt;br /&gt;[xiii] I'll try to be regular on my bloglife. lol. I won't utter promises, everything depends on my mood. sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-2426097333642003328?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2426097333642003328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=2426097333642003328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2426097333642003328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2426097333642003328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-look-at-life-on-both-sides-now.html' title='I look at life on both sides now.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SXcGomr6rjI/AAAAAAAAANs/CXTLZX-pwJI/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5489671187804554354</id><published>2008-11-25T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:43:17.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Stress. Love. Updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being a student, it's usual to be tired, to be burn out and mentally drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed. Of course, it's the key and major requirement for you to break in the next level. When I was in my lower level years, i always thought that college may not be as hard as w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hat others s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ay. But now that i'm on my second year of being an BS IT student, I can say that that is a faulty statement. My parents could even attest to that. I've never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en this worn out in my entire existence. tss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our major course(subject), our final exam is to develop a software. For our group, we choose to develop a game, which is WINGO-windows bingo. All t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he group accomplished their systems for approximately two months. It's not easy I tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you. You're required to have sleepless nights and a lot of logic on head to complete the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today(11.25) is the exhibit of our softwares. The exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has been successful but assuredly exhausting. You know, you have to promote, walk here an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d there, explain and explain. Get it? That only means, i've been standing for almost a day. But we're all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; prepared for that, perhaps. All in all, the exhibit was successful and we're glad we didn't receive any not-so-good feedbacks from those people who tried everyone's software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm really glad of the output. Thanks to our professor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we appreciate him though he always gives us a lot of pressure. Everything he and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; we had done is for our sake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwJTy9egfI/AAAAAAAAANU/ezn6OtM3Dic/s1600-h/Say_Bee2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwJTy9egfI/AAAAAAAAANU/ezn6OtM3Dic/s200/Say_Bee2043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599499445797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                       View from the 4th floor. Students arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwH22MyTII/AAAAAAAAANM/75qPdSAmxmU/s1600-h/Say_Bee2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwH22MyTII/AAAAAAAAANM/75qPdSAmxmU/s200/Say_Bee2047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272597902587481218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Highschool students from different schools playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwKf2Ppt4I/AAAAAAAAANk/w72hSBzyq28/s1600-h/tarp+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwKf2Ppt4I/AAAAAAAAANk/w72hSBzyq28/s320/tarp+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272600805997393794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was asked to make a tarpaulin for our section during the exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the result. It's rushed, only for few minutes(so don't expect better output),&lt;br /&gt;it'll be posted on the same day so it needs to be printed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just for the sake of updating. I'll post these quotes. Not sure if all of these are Bob Ong quotes, i'll post it anyway. It's funny in some sense but heck, it's actually true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. "Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17. "Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln34"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19. "Pakawalan mo yung mga bagay na nakakasakit sa iyo kahit na pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin ang araw na sakit na lang ang nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20. "Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang mga taong malalapit sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="ln42"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21. "Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakatakot mahulog...at kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speaking of broken-hearted quoets, I've heard and seen a lot of bitterness today, everywhere! Gee. I'm glad i'm no longer one of them.. are you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xs] That's all for now. I badly need rest. Need to recharge for another fight tomorrow. gee. Updates soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5489671187804554354?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5489671187804554354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5489671187804554354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5489671187804554354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5489671187804554354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/11/stress-love-updates.html' title='Stress. 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Updates.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SSwJTy9egfI/AAAAAAAAANU/ezn6OtM3Dic/s72-c/Say_Bee2043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-6334841174357451513</id><published>2008-11-23T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:25:51.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My 12-year-old brother sneak out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;November 4- around 11pm, as i was ready to drift off to sleep, papa checked if my brother's inside my room. I just said he's not there and asked why. He said that my brother is not inside our house. After concluding that he sneak out, my parents tried to find him outside. Of course, I also got worried and i wasn't able to sleep though i said to myself that i need to sleep early cause i have 7am class the next morning. My parents got back but they didn't find my brother. We found a letter and it states...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aalis lang ako, gusto ko mapagisa. Babalik din ako.."&lt;/span&gt; - Renz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;LOL. After i read it, i laughed. Seriously. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mama: natawa ng konti, "bakit ka tumawa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me: Big grin, "Di ko lam, nakakatawa kase eeh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I really don't know? Maybe because i never thought that he would ever do such thing especially at his age? I always look at him as a little boy though he's turning teen next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now i thought of him no longer as a little boy whom i used to bully back then. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So.. parents used the car and continued their search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I worried more. Kahit madalas ko siya sungitan ATE padin ako kaya i worried a lot. Di ako makatulog. There, nakabalik din silang tatlo. Di ko na sila pinakinggan at nakatulog na ko agad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I asked my brother this afternoon if where did he go, he said he went to Pacita, "nagmuni-muni". Natawa nanaman ako, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;A while ago, while eating dinner, i asked papa and mama about what happened the other night (my bro's in the sala so he didn't heard us). Ayun, tawanan lang kame. Yung magaling kong kapatid, nagtricycle pala nung gabi hanggang Pacita pero naglakad pauwi, parang ewan. May dalang flashlight, sobrang dilim sa dinadaanan niya nung nakita siya nila papa. hehe. Now he's okay.. nagtampo lang siya, kung ano ano pa nga yung kinuwento, ang lamig daw habang naglalakad siya. haha. malamang? 11:30pm na yun noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Papa: "Isa lang naman problema ng anak mo eh.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamatis, Saging, Pinya&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mama: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loading&lt;/span&gt;...... sabay tawa.. ahaha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;nung kinuwento nila yan ang tagal din ng loading saken.. un pala KSP lang. pinalandi pa ni papa. haha. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;well, it's okay. minsan talaga kelangan din mag emote ng mga bata especially when they feel that they're losing their loved one's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[xs] I made this entry in the past 3 weeks but in my multiply site though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-6334841174357451513?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6334841174357451513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=6334841174357451513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/6334841174357451513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/6334841174357451513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-12-year-old-brother-sneak-out.html' title='My 12-year-old brother sneak out.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-7962940643327202424</id><published>2008-11-23T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:11:22.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Second Chances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 124px; height: 115px;" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/72/729b86b3f37cc97fe52e31b14a0dde6e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right. And i think I just did the right thing. Maybe there's a bit of doubt at first, but who knows? Real happiness might be the next in line. But one thing for me now, no regrets :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Give people the chance to prove themselves, they can always do better than what you think about them. I'm glad i didn't let pride dominate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not really sure why i posted this. Maybe because i remembered those days.. days where happiness is way too far from reality. Figuratively. lol.&lt;/span&gt; This may be the reason why I love one particular Filipino movie (I seldom like local movies, but this one's different) "One More Chance", it never fails to make me wet my shirt. I always end up wasted. I always see myself portraying the role of the guy. Sigh. I remembered.. those days. But i learned to forgive, but i didn't say i forget. A scar is always permanent. Smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really an important entry, I just take a break from darn schoolworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing, i'm definitely a-ok! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-7962940643327202424?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7962940643327202424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=7962940643327202424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7962940643327202424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7962940643327202424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-4220350346899743886</id><published>2008-10-20T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:40:29.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><title type='text'>But you're just a boy, you don't understand how it feels to love a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think I'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I swear I'd be a better man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'd listen to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And everything you had got destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Beyonce, If I were a Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A song caught my attention this morning when my girl friend played this song on her phone. I don't know what's my reason to like this song, but somehow, there's something special in this song, and that's.. i'm not sure of. Is it becoming a boy? Maybe because i'm just too curious to find out what a boy really thinks whenever he's hurting a girl or maybe because I already felt how to be shattered and taken for granted. This may have cause me to be nosy enough to eye on a boy's feeling. I know girls out there agree, perhaps? yea, screw that feeling. But we don't know what they really think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just a boy, they may be hurting too, who knows? But one thing's for sure.. we simply can't be a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Official Music Video. It's worth the watch :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7x-UXjZpRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7x-UXjZpRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xs] Pardon me for a short entry. The girl's busy right now. Darn schoolworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-4220350346899743886?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4220350346899743886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=4220350346899743886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4220350346899743886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4220350346899743886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-youre-just-boy-you-dont-understand.html' title='But you&apos;re just a boy, you don&apos;t understand how it feels to love a girl.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-8814001280652038946</id><published>2008-10-07T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:08:36.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><title type='text'>Special Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday(Oct.4), I went to the dentist to consult regarding my TMJ syndrome and teeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;abnormalities. As far as i know, TMJD or &lt;b&gt;Temporomandibular joint disorder&lt;/b&gt; is a kind of disorder wherein there's a possibility of having a lock jaw. Lock jaw is as bad as it sound. The jaw literally locks, get it? good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I already know about this long before, because everytime i would widely open my mouth(either yawning or eating), there's always a significant pain and jaw popping or ticking sound in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; my jaw bones or the sides of my face. There's a scientific explanation, of course. Try to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have this special case though. Of course, there would be series of treatments for this kind of disorder but because of my special case, the treatment process may took several months. Well i'm talking about my teeth. In my lower teeth, i have FOUR missing teeth. Missing, as in, no sign of four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;teeth since birth. And i think, it's also one of the factors for having this TMJD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So, before the treatment for my TMJD, i need braces first to correct my lower teeth. After the braces will be the time that i will undergo the TMJD treatment. Whew. Though braces may be app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ling to some, it's still difficult to manage that situation, the pain plus the special cleaning action. lol. It's also kind of annoying having wires wrapping around your teeth. geee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I pity my brother. He got braces just this morning, and I think it sucks for him. He can't sleep. He's in the verge of crying. Yes, while i'm typing this entry, he's managing to get some good sle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ep inspite of the pain. He even asked for sleeping pills, how about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So i'm still double minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.vheztmee06.multiply.com/image/2/photos/125/500x500/27/Say-Bee1458.jpg?et=pseTxyy984lK1oT8XT0h7A&amp;amp;nmid=118853030"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 127px;" src="http://images.vheztmee06.multiply.com/image/2/photos/125/500x500/27/Say-Bee1458.jpg?et=pseTxyy984lK1oT8XT0h7A&amp;amp;nmid=118853030" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o you prefer calling abnormal kids as special children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why do i ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ve to call my teeth abnormal, if  i can call them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Specia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;th"&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xi] I'm back to blogging! cheers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-8814001280652038946?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8814001280652038946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=8814001280652038946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/8814001280652038946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/8814001280652038946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-teeth.html' title='Special Teeth'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-7865830480771822302</id><published>2008-09-13T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:29:07.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i haven't posted an entry for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hell week is over and now is my term break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it bores me to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm even lame enough to write a sensible entry. Such a couch potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how i spend my break.. a total rest, in literal sense. gaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well, moody-ish disease attacks! again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pardon me:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be back to blogging soon! i hope :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-7865830480771822302?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7865830480771822302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=7865830480771822302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7865830480771822302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7865830480771822302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-2789729332568788046</id><published>2008-08-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:45:35.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>highlights of my hell week.</title><content type='html'>Damn hell week. I've been busy this past few weeks especially this whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of darn schoolworks! long exams, documentations, defenses., it drive me nuts and it sucks,really. sigh. the other day, i only slept for 2 hours because of a take home exam. gee, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT SUCKS. BIGTIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, although this week has been so tough for me, i'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;First, because my tropa, Mr. Ronel John Bartolazo has been voted to be the VERY FIRST MALAYAN IDOL 08. A singing competition of different students of each college department on our school. I'm so much proud because Bart gave our department an honor. Also, he is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tropa&lt;/span&gt;. So we were very supportive to him. Voting was done through text and i can't imagine that he just got large text votes. That was unexpected. Now i thought, not all unexpected occurrence are awful such as unexpected failed examinations and surprise quizzes, at least for me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SK7sj5RcvTI/AAAAAAAAAME/vXdGYJmmF24/s1600-h/PICT0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SK7sj5RcvTI/AAAAAAAAAME/vXdGYJmmF24/s320/PICT0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237383518092049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bart, the one wearing a blue jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the band HALE, had a mini concert in our school before the announcement of the first Malayan Idol. Girls go crazy over gaga, including me? He's so hadsome and.. sigh, irresistable. Geee. Hope to see him again. lol. nah, it's enough for me to take some pictures and videos from a distant. haha. I don't need to take a closer look, but i almost.. almost give in and go in front to see him face to face and wishfully have a picture with him. But i just can't. LOL. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SK7sjkqbdLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rpnDRCWWCbo/s1600-h/PICT0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SK7sjkqbdLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rpnDRCWWCbo/s320/PICT0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237383512559678642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHAMP, vocalist of the band HALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weeks, i have a schedule of TWO defenses from different subjects. sigh. Hope my braincells would have their strength back, they're too stressed to think again about such mind twisting schoolworks. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's morning again, need to rest. Good day people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xs] Tomorrow is the day! We're going to Marillac Hills, the one that i've blogged before. I'm excited and worried at the same time. I hope that the program tomorrow will run smoothly and no hindrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-2789729332568788046?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2789729332568788046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=2789729332568788046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2789729332568788046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2789729332568788046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/08/highlights-of-my-hell-week.html' title='highlights of my hell week.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SK7sj5RcvTI/AAAAAAAAAME/vXdGYJmmF24/s72-c/PICT0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-510798876172860754</id><published>2008-08-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:21:29.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you know the feeling of having no confidence towards a person? I mean, distrust is more dominant than trust, though you both know that you should be open with each other? It's like keeping a secret in order to protect someone or something? Man, it sucks, right? Well, this isn't really my story actually. It's from a friend of mine regarding her issues on lovelife. I'll just keep their identity for privacy purposes. So, game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My BFF has a bestfriend (the guy) which is also his highschool classmate. And the guy has his girlfriend(the girl) who happened also to be their classmate. To make the story short, until now, they're still committed, but both are not in good terms. So this is the issue, the girl is like being possessive and suspicious, i mean, whenever the guy puts gel over his hair, very well-groomed or things like these, she'll hella freak out! lol,exaggerated..but i know that you know it's half meant. Petty fights begin with small things like these. She doesn't want other girls to like her guy. Because of such frequent arguments, their relationship became monotonous and cold, which results for the guy's unfaithfulness, well sort of. He starts to like some other girls, but i know he still loves her girl. I hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, the dilemma is really tied to me. The girl send me a very looong message regarding her problem, which i already know because my BFF told me their story. She asked me if i can be her confidant. Being a girl and the best friend of her BF's best friend(get it?), i was her last and only resort to find out if her guy is goofing around with somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, i know "some" of her guy's white lies, misbehaviors and crimes but my BFF's friendship with his bestfriend would be at stake if ever i tell a thing to the girl. get what i mean? Bear with me, it's real confusing but try to contemplate with what i'm trying to express. lol. Though the guy commit these things, my BFF still persuades me that the guy assures that he still loves his girl, he's loyal and he can't leave her. But who's convinced? I'm no convinced. Why would he do such lies and "girl-hunting" acts if he's genuine and loyal to his girl? Ironic, man. Try to think of a better alibi next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to help and comfort the girl because i know what she's going through. I'm a girl, i understand her situation. I once literally felt that pain, and it's deep from the heart. ooh, the pain, unbearable man! lol. ya'know? On the other hand, i have this BFF who asked me NOT to tell anything because everything will just end worsen. Got his point though. He just told me to tell advices and encouragements that will help improve their relationship. We'll not join their problem, instead we'll let the guy tell everything to the girl, but NOT me. And I understand what he's trying to pinpoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I replied to her message and told her everything positive to give her hope and make her realize  that nagging is no better solution and open communication is the only formula for their problem right now. I hope that these would help them and make their relationship stronger than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sigh. i realized one thing. it sucks to be a love doctor. bigtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha, i don't know. Being stucked between two ideas? Darn, it drive me nuts! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xs] Darn Hell Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-510798876172860754?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/510798876172860754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=510798876172860754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/510798876172860754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/510798876172860754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5307232090325617544</id><published>2008-08-15T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:24:26.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>8/13 One Big Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG thanks to the literally lotsa people who greeted me on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday! o8.13.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I super appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm officially legal. LOL. legal na bumoto! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe that i'm already a full-grown lady.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't materialize. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;familiar friends/schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;highschool friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;college friends and tropa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;churchmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;professors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't prepare a grand debut party, but still i enjoyed my natal day. I watched a movie with my college tropa and that's enough to make me happy and contented. Another one is having my family complete. It may sound a bit mushy but it's true, at least for me. You know, It's rare to have my father with us every time i would celebrate my birthday. So it's more than enough just to know that i have them with me, a family that's very supportive and loving. And the other one that would definitely complete my birthday is, of course, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to Bulacan on monday(08/18) and will continue my week long birthday celebration. lols. We're planning to go to star city, and i think it's all set :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SKWCVH7EL9I/AAAAAAAAALs/rqzuJi1ZKRc/s1600-h/Say-Bee258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SKWCVH7EL9I/AAAAAAAAALs/rqzuJi1ZKRc/s320/Say-Bee258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234733441303719890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before going to SM. some friends are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pala mag multi-tasking! I have to respond on all the birthday comments on FS, pm's on YM, write a thank you blog on Multiply, and code our machine problem (programming course). haha. well, the details will be blogged soon, or if ever i got the chance because starting tomorow, HELL week begins. sigh. goodluck to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to write but time won't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SKWCVYpSN-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2JSwU7bwKd8/s1600-h/Say-Bee252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SKWCVYpSN-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2JSwU7bwKd8/s320/Say-Bee252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234733445792544738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till here. And once again, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU EVERYONE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheers y'all! haha  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5307232090325617544?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5307232090325617544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5307232090325617544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5307232090325617544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5307232090325617544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-big-thank-you.html' title='8/13 One Big Thank You'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SKWCVH7EL9I/AAAAAAAAALs/rqzuJi1ZKRc/s72-c/Say-Bee258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5956139974424284800</id><published>2008-08-06T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:04:38.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>There are some who are unluckier than anyone else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm the unluckiest person alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar, right?! You might even heard it with some of your friends. But try to put on one's thinking cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Is it? Are you the unluckiest one ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm already insusceptible of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg-'twas-terrible!&lt;/span&gt; news on tv, but to witness  yourself and sense other people's dilemma, it seems a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last two weeks in my philosophy class, i was selected along with the other k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ey persons to be part of the core group that will plan and organize a program that will be held specifically at Marillac Hills, an institution under the DSWD located at Alabang; where sexually-abused girls from ages 16 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd below we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; staying. That time, while my prof was telling unusual stories about some cases there, i was like "uh really?". It seems unfair for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; innocent angels t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o experience such illicit things at that early age, at the age of 8? where's the justice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've realized how hard for them to accept that c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ruel fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;t. I fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 192px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.vheztmee06.multiply.com/image/4/photos/82/300x300/4/IMG-1959.JPG?et=ojX7TKLnpJPJQQVd6Vfd,w&amp;amp;nmid=109054788" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/4"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/4"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last monday (08.04.08), with my Philo prof, sir mesina, and some co-key persons, we went to alabang to conduct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an ocular inspection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on the said place. It's quite different from what i thought first. It's quiet and peac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The girls were inside their classrooms. Btw, the place does not only serve as their shelter but also their learning place. There's a school, playground, and basketball court. Ya'know? They're living just like US, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ormals.. are you? kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.vheztmee06.multiply.com/image/9/photos/82/300x300/1/IMG-1956.JPG?et=KnOQewPvNVuSfCTZ8APVSQ&amp;amp;nmid=109054788" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court. The venue of the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/5"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.vheztmee06.multiply.com/image/4/photos/82/300x300/5/IMG-1960.JPG?et=wheX27j3eIEVW,TOXpM4,Q&amp;amp;nmid=109054788" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Classrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/82/6"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.vheztmee06.multiply.com/image/4/photos/82/300x300/6/IMG-1961.JPG?et=wmTz8J2ra3ejWt5mR9VGFw&amp;amp;nmid=109054788" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But kidding aside, upon seeing those hapless girls, especially the mestiza lass with a swollen tummy who still shout, run and act like a little girl, as if she's not carrying a precious life inside her, is a pinch in my heart. I can't imagine how they've been able to handle the memories and trauma. If you ask me, i surely can't handle such situation, especially when you have no one to trust in your family, a family that's supposed to be your haven but unexpectedly turned out to be a damn hell. Life's so tough for them, primarily at their young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through the program that we'll be conveying on august 23, we can help those girls by making them happy and lighthearted, one way or another. It may not be a HUGE help, but we assure that we'll give our best shot for their happiness. After all, after graduating, our primary purpose is apparently to serve people, not in this kind of field though. But, what's the BIG difference? Nothing really. They're both ministering  for others who are seeking our help and availability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They say life is cruel to those deserving better, and so good to those whom don't. But i say GOD, has his own plan and purpose. He sees the larger view of what we can't perceive. Sometimes or most of the time, there are questions that are unanswerable. You don't actually need to find the answers by yourself but let God, He can, just consider. It's absurd if you don't believe what i'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Man, you're no sinister, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized and considered myself blessed as well because through such activities like this, i was and will be able to learn and reflect how lucky and truly blessed am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate on this, you have your comfort zone, they don't. You can go outside, have fun and do whatever you want to do, they can't. You could be with your family, they can't, they simply can't be safe behind the big walls, the BIG walls that keeps them off from the real world. Still consider yourself unlucky? Man, Think thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xii. August 23 is exciting. It would be tiring but surely fruitful and productive at the same time. I hope everything would turn out to be fine. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5956139974424284800?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5956139974424284800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5956139974424284800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5956139974424284800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5956139974424284800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-some-who-are-unluckier-than.html' title='There are some who are unluckier than anyone else'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-4338788433675826311</id><published>2008-07-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:44:11.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trauma'/><title type='text'>a creepy psycho perverted old retard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;freakin' fcuker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;assh*le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;friggin monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hey, these are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; words for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'm not being mean or something but i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DESERVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ALL OF THESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; WORDS&lt;/span&gt;. Swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I HATE PERVERTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SALOT SA LIPUNAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They're making this poor economy much even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- o7/17/o8, one traumatic morning i tell you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express the details because that issue is kind of sensitive and confidential. I don't want this blog to be regarded as having an "adult content". If you're after the details, i might as well give it privately to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else comes to your mind, don't think too much, he did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;. But that old freak disturbed the lost-in-my-thought-wind-on-my-hair moment. LOL, but kidding aside, it's just that he performed such ... acts,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; unacceptable&lt;/span&gt; acts, which i can't publicly share. One thing i can say.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE'S A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FCUKIN' PSYCHO&lt;/span&gt;. Omg, Beware of such species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't want this to prolong. I just want to warn all girls out there that perverts do exist somewhere unexpected waiting whom he may devour(haha), which includes public transportations. aw. I guess you might have the idea already. So if you get what i mean, beware, they're everywhere. Check if the coast is clear then breakaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder from a victim, uh, cross out victim, concerned citizen i mean. tsk. tsk. Well, enough of that damn issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My bad&lt;/span&gt;. PARDON me for saying those crappy words. Not really cursing, that's not how i roll, but that.. ugh, he really get on my nerves. gah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So sorry for the ramblings and et cetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-4338788433675826311?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4338788433675826311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=4338788433675826311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4338788433675826311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/4338788433675826311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/creepy-psycho-perverted-old-retard.html' title='a creepy psycho perverted old retard.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-7658132283773212591</id><published>2008-07-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:46:56.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>voodoo is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so what's with the title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess what? can't guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i've made a voodoo doll. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's something new about me 'cause i'm not really into sewing especially voodoo dolls. lols.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was inspired to make one when i saw my friend, Kim,  bought a voodoo doll at bear cuddlers'. It was pretty cute, so Tina and i observed how it was done, the materials, design and et cetera. We thought it's not that difficult to make a similar one.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We end up doing our hand-made voodoo dolls and thought we've accomplished something great (oh well, sort of? haha), though we're pricked several times. That's what envy can do. great! *laughs:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't really finished yet mine, but at least i started already. Tina already finished hers. Here are the pics. haha. I'm not really sure why we have to link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; next to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;VOODOOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. *laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tina's doll. *envy. she's already finished and 'twas fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SHIoGT8ly6I/AAAAAAAAALE/mdLLcu-_wXA/s1600-h/vOodoodOlL2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 308px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SHIoGT8ly6I/AAAAAAAAALE/mdLLcu-_wXA/s320/vOodoodOlL2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220279006974561186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boohoo, mine. Not yet finish *sob. plus it's also thin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SHIoGtRRnJI/AAAAAAAAALM/7U6Zlqn41r4/s1600-h/IMG_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 290px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SHIoGtRRnJI/AAAAAAAAALM/7U6Zlqn41r4/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220279013772205202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't laugh. I kill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh, another night. Days have been passing by so quickly. Today i'm a sophomore, after few terms i'm 3rd year. Today i'm 17, next month i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I don't know if I'll be happy or what. As you grow older, normally, things are getting tougher. And i just hate it, but i have to live with it or else endure. Difficult yes, but in the end, fulfilled. I want it that way, the harder it gets, the sweeter your victory will be. Oh how i wish i could surpass these college life. BURDENS, so heavy. help! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey time to rest, need to re-charge.&lt;br /&gt;There's a bright new day ahead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] afternoon class tomorrow. sigh. updates tomorrow,i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-7658132283773212591?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7658132283773212591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=7658132283773212591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7658132283773212591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7658132283773212591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/voodoo-is-love.html' title='voodoo is love'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SHIoGT8ly6I/AAAAAAAAALE/mdLLcu-_wXA/s72-c/vOodoodOlL2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5137849962941055355</id><published>2008-07-03T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:40:19.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><title type='text'>MCL Unites with ABS-CBN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SG4n_P7exiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yk3Y5l94QE0/s1600-h/brand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SG4n_P7exiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yk3Y5l94QE0/s320/brand.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219152985730237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SG4oF8cQyUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sH1LooHs2vw/s1600-h/mcl2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SG4oF8cQyUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sH1LooHs2vw/s320/mcl2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219153100758108482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aryt, so nothing really special happened this day aside from being LATE for 30 minutes on my first class (ooh crap) and a shooting inside our IT Laboratory. nice? They said it's for the TV Ad that they would air on abs. *I hope I'll be able to be seen there. haha. Ya'know, my school partnered with ABS-CBN. I'm not really sure why, maybe because of Don Yuchengco.&lt;/span&gt; is it? well, don't care actually, enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what a crap. SURPRISE QUIZZES in my 2 subjects. That's effin' unfair. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh, i'm tired. I'll sleep early tonight because i already have consecutive nights staying up late in front of my PC. I'm already addicted, bad habit. tsk. Sorry guys. Updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] One subject tomorrow. Don't want to attend but i have to. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5137849962941055355?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5137849962941055355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5137849962941055355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5137849962941055355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5137849962941055355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/mcl-unites-with-abs-cbn.html' title='MCL Unites with ABS-CBN'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SG4n_P7exiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yk3Y5l94QE0/s72-c/brand.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-3148447330459490083</id><published>2008-07-02T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:46:05.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Gasping for air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, girls also need to chillax, to reduce the level of stress. In my own opinion, majority of women think more seriously than men, so they're more pressured unlike men who can budget and give allotment for their precious time with leisure and fun, how'd they do that huh? I'm not saying that it's bad though, and I'm not preferring to all men. Not because I'm a girl, you'd think I'm bias. I'm just trying to pinpoint what's more obvious. *laughs. peace. blah.. enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One afternoon after our class, Me with Tina and Joy spent an hour at the school's garden. We talked about anything under the sun. Boys, heartaches, bitterness, and everything awful in this damn life were included, of course. Poor garden, absorbed all the bad auras we released. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old picture of the three of us. (L-R. Kham, Tina, Joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGzl7sgyI4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/B3hZBYPYzPs/s1600-h/IMG_5404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGzl7sgyI4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/B3hZBYPYzPs/s320/IMG_5404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798881939268482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their own story of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;. I myself had to. Oh, the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you heard such kind of stories, you'd only think of two things; either you're luckier or you've found a "fellow-broken". crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, though I've experienced much sorrow in the past, i can say that i'm luckier, or should i say more blessed at this point in time. I thought it's one kind of punishment for me, but after that incident, it helped me realize that it was a learning experience that i can eventually use in the future. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In every pain, there's an equal reward or much more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i already got my award for suffering much pain in the past. -I'm experiencing the love that i deserve to the highest level. *LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to share but my brain says "gimme a break". whoa. I'll just edit this blog if i got the chance because i'm also working with another entry. Sleepy. *yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hope tomorrow won't be miserable unlike today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-3148447330459490083?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3148447330459490083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=3148447330459490083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3148447330459490083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3148447330459490083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/gasping-for-air.html' title='Gasping for air'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGzl7sgyI4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/B3hZBYPYzPs/s72-c/IMG_5404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5351300680555927726</id><published>2008-07-01T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:58:25.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mapuan. Proud to be one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGo1Z117R7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRyGSsY7SJo/s1600-h/Mapuan300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGo1Z117R7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRyGSsY7SJo/s320/Mapuan300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218041836328404914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best/boy friend&lt;/span&gt; gave me this Mapua T-Shirt. *thanks to him. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it :)&lt;br /&gt;This shirt is a limited offer at his school(Mapua Intra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The novelty shirt is from the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;300&lt;/span&gt;. The popular line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Spartans prepare for glory!&lt;/span&gt;" was converted into "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mapuans...&lt;/span&gt;". And one more thing, instead of 300, it became 3.00, ain't this shirt a good motivation for students like me? LOL. The movie 300 was always in parody. I don't know why. But it's sure funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was browsing videos in Youtube, i found several clips of 300 -dubbed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bisaya &lt;/span&gt;dialect. It's humorous yes, but it's kind of degrading Visayans. tsk. People nowadays only finds entertainment for themselves but doesn't know how to handle it without offending others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Enough of the intro. So yea, back to the shirt. Good thing we have sister schools (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mapua&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malayan&lt;/span&gt;) And since, we both doesn't have uniforms in our school, there's no problem if I'll wear it at my school. In fact, i already wore it today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt; to be one ei? Sure does. haha. Who ain't be proud if you're enrolled in a school having those state of the art facilities, best faculty from the region, low matriculation, so on and so forth. But of course, it's still a developing school so majority doesn't have any idea yet about the saidschool. But if you'll just see. haha. talk about bragging huh? *half meant. lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says i'm joking? reserve first your verdicts.&lt;br /&gt;here are the proofs. Take a peek at the OUTSIDE of my school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;MALAYAN COLLEGES LAGUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously, I don't really feel the name but no choice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCROLXDfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GGwj3ItKOaY/s1600-h/JoseRizalHall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCROLXDfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GGwj3ItKOaY/s320/JoseRizalHall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337456869805554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRPd2rZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6sunHapMffI/s1600-h/ETYHall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRPd2rZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6sunHapMffI/s320/ETYHall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337457215810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRYMmeQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HgLpsofRS6U/s1600-h/trackOval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRYMmeQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HgLpsofRS6U/s320/trackOval.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337459559364866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRbNuUZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4TKADjOmezA/s1600-h/OpenGarden_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRbNuUZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4TKADjOmezA/s320/OpenGarden_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337460369379730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRsPkYRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Bgr_WJLYzTQ/s1600-h/OpenGarden_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGtCRsPkYRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Bgr_WJLYzTQ/s320/OpenGarden_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337464940519698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  need i say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not convinced with what you see? You can check the website anytime, here's the url &lt;a href="http://www.mcl.edu.ph/"&gt;http://www.mcl.edu.ph/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Schoolworks. arrgh. Chemistry kills braincells x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5351300680555927726?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5351300680555927726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5351300680555927726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5351300680555927726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5351300680555927726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/07/mapuan-proud-to-be-one.html' title='Mapuan. Proud to be one?'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGo1Z117R7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRyGSsY7SJo/s72-c/Mapuan300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-3616176253270583922</id><published>2008-06-30T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:03:04.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ask'/><title type='text'>I've just made a new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, it's not really for official blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll still be posting my blogs here in my main site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just made it for personal purposes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;my question box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It contains more infos of me from basic to personal. Especially those FAQs. So people may know me well. Any kind of question will do, but i also have boundaries :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if you have some concerns or questions, just type it in my question box and I'll be posting my answers in my new blog. Just be sure to check it regularly. If you have comments, please not to harsh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RESPECT begets respect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have time, you can check it through this link..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://damselspeaksblah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://damselspeaksblah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kham&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-3616176253270583922?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3616176253270583922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=3616176253270583922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3616176253270583922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3616176253270583922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-just-made-new-blog.html' title='I&apos;ve just made a new blog'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-1593032461016286256</id><published>2008-06-28T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:25:27.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>existence vs. essence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT COMES FIRST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's fun and interesting yet really an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; head explody&lt;/span&gt; maan! Gaah. This isn't easy as what you think. If it is, might as well pardon me, i'm no psych or philo major. I'm an IT, see any connection? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..lemme see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a 12:30 philosophy class today.&lt;br /&gt;And it made my depleted braincells back to work. err.&lt;br /&gt;We had a group work with few questions regarding existence and essence. So, what do you think?! What comes first? The first one or the latter? geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brainstormed within our group and viewpoints were presented. Either of the two, it both sounded right. But at the end, we might as well choose what's more reasonable and so far, twas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESSENCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because how could you make something if you don't have any idea or reason in your bright mind for making it? So basically, ESSENCE or purpose comes first before a certain thing is created. Of course, it's from my own point. Don't get your nerves on me if said it wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups debated and exchanged thoughts. gee. nice arguments. The answer would be presented next meeting. I'm starting to like philo already, i guess? oh no. I should. *laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to share something, i'm harmless enough to hear your side. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] btw, it's a fun day! my hubby visited me y. yay! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-1593032461016286256?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1593032461016286256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=1593032461016286256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1593032461016286256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1593032461016286256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/existence-vs-essence.html' title='existence vs. essence'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-2895714994658972890</id><published>2008-06-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:03:12.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I was once like them. Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGTdxLgSSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN5dm_iJmc8/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGTdxLgSSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN5dm_iJmc8/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGTdxLgSSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN5dm_iJmc8/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216538105373411538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a heartache if love is the answer for everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;They say that love conquers all, that love is the answer, that love is everything, everywhere. But it’s such a cliché because love can also destroy. How did I know? Of course I know, because I learned it from my teacher – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;There are those tests that teacher gave me wherein I almost give up and flunk that dumb test. I was once a victim of love’s cruelty. The pain and agony it brought me. I was tortured to the point that I opt to hate love and give trust to no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Oh great. Many things had happened from the past. Unbearable, yet tolerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Gulo no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Nah, I mean, It’s as if you’ll gonna die of crying in deep pain. That there’s no good that will happen tomorrow, and wish you’d never wake up again for having a grievous heart ache once again. Every night, you’d cry yourself to sleep reminiscing your damn past. You’ll think that that endless pain will remain throughout your whole damn life. But it's just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mind over matter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Your state of mind is the center of your being, if you have a strong belief in yourself plus the desire to forget or move on, you will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Personally, there are those people who tried to pull me down and I found myself dumbfounded to find out that they are the one whom I ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;ve my full trust to. It sucks to know that the people who were closest to your heart are those people who could tremendously hurt you. You’re crying yourself to sleep, while them? They’re busy making fun memories, as if they’re celebrating for their victory over you. Lucky fools. Me? Tough luck. Bigtime. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better luck next time&lt;/span&gt;", they thought. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;You’d experience antipathy and envy grows in you whenever you see couples walk hand-in-hand along the street as if love birds inside their own world. You’d start to hate valentines. Romantic flicks sucks for you. You’d be grumpy to everyone. You’d always be spotted with a face so blue and gloomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Maan. Life sucks, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Always think that love just didn’t rest in the other person’s heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Patiently wait for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; one. He could be...somewhere, near you. Open your windows and you'll see those people who could truly love you with no reservations, no limits, who couldn't stand see you hurting, who'll fight for you, cry with you, and be with you through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Of course, I can’t blame anyone. It’s sure hard to move-on, but it’s the only BEST way. If they can’t love you. You learn to love yourself by not bearing all the pain and hatred in this world, remember, they're too many for you. This world's flooded with grief and pain. Let go of your burde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;ns. Let go of your bitterness and resentments because it won't help you recover. But i know, it all takes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;, but you should also combine time with your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EFFORTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must start off by realizing that you have reached the bottom of the pit and the only way you can go now is up. This is the day when you must take the decision to start on that road upwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It may be slow, but it must be sure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;A piece of advice,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; how you deal with love is how love deals with you&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;endorphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’s&lt;/span&gt; a better answer for those who are emotionally down. Go figure. (&lt;span&gt;Credits to my Chem prof. Lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Don’t worry. What goes around, comes around. You’ll have your justice sooner or later. *laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Someday, you'll find him/her just like me. smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheer up&lt;/span&gt;, friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[x] tomorrow would be a great day. i hope :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-2895714994658972890?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/2895714994658972890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=2895714994658972890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2895714994658972890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/2895714994658972890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-once-like-them-really.html' title='I was once like them. Really.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGTdxLgSSNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZN5dm_iJmc8/s72-c/IMG_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-975567638562011933</id><published>2008-06-24T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:52:37.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me and my girls went to SM after class. Around 3:30-4:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nah, nothing really special happened aside from the usual laughing session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and also from the pink headbands we bought. We all have the same brand and style. wadyaasay?! *laughs. we'll wear it tomorrow at school. Isn't that cute? shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tummy rumbles.. need to re-charge for the loss energy. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;we give a try at the food court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; uhm, so yea, here are the pics after we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWJhwLIgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S0tqq-bnhjU/s1600-h/PICT0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWJhwLIgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S0tqq-bnhjU/s320/PICT0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215474196406804994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWJ6JWPDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l7bHHq7PUKU/s1600-h/PICT0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWJ6JWPDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/l7bHHq7PUKU/s320/PICT0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215474202954841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWKEuVeEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pEIoowOEQ9E/s1600-h/PICT0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWKEuVeEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pEIoowOEQ9E/s320/PICT0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215474205794334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWKEkuQhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/exbWFjS2_2w/s1600-h/PICT0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWKEkuQhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/exbWFjS2_2w/s320/PICT0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215474205754016274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love my girls though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt; is part of their ritual and personality. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; we have different personalities but "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opposite poles attract&lt;/span&gt;", isn't it? *laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hey don't complain. Truth hurts. I know, i understand. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Maybe that what makes bonding more special. true ei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let the good times roll. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have a nice day y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[x] it's almost morning, need to get some sleep. I have an 8:30am class tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[xx] try to update myself tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-975567638562011933?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/975567638562011933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=975567638562011933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/975567638562011933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/975567638562011933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/bonding.html' title='Bonding'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGEWJhwLIgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S0tqq-bnhjU/s72-c/PICT0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-1630754946048866676</id><published>2008-06-24T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:42:31.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;we ask ourselves sometimes, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i choose love over what is justly right, will it be worth it?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;it just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depends&lt;/span&gt; on how we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes, what is expected of you is not how you really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Other things cannot be freely expressed because it would mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurting someone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGDrMApXRGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/p-nh_1MJqgA/s1600-h/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGDrMApXRGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/p-nh_1MJqgA/s200/IMG_0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215426960059483234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; same time, risking yourself into that pain too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[x] just a quote. realms of thoughts, don't bother ask c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-1630754946048866676?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1630754946048866676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=1630754946048866676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1630754946048866676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/1630754946048866676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SGDrMApXRGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/p-nh_1MJqgA/s72-c/IMG_0778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-9136425259510330193</id><published>2008-06-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:37:40.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><title type='text'>things said and things done are things gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After the trials and pain we'd been through the past 3 years,&lt;br /&gt;i guess, or i should say, that these things really strengthened us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My realizations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that real open communication is still&lt;br /&gt;the best solution to every misapprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is PRIDE. Men are not only the victims of this sin.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH men and women are guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I myself is having a hard time dealing with this kind of attitude,&lt;br /&gt;i don't meant it that way though.&lt;br /&gt;Pride is not even a bit help when you're involved in a relationship. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;exclude this attitude. It'll only ruin you and your someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your trust to him. You're the one who knows him deeply. agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't nag as if your the BOSS and he's the poor employee. They feel degraded. (rebellion &amp;amp; revenge might root from this behavior. oh man, beware)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make decisions when you're mad. You'll regret it. fo'show.&lt;br /&gt;Don't either make decisions when you're not sure, you might screw that idea afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things said and things done are things GONE.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you try to change it, you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These are simple things that ive realized.&lt;br /&gt;I just shared what are the Do's and Don'ts that i should and shoudn't have done to him. *laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-9136425259510330193?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/9136425259510330193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=9136425259510330193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/9136425259510330193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/9136425259510330193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-said-and-things-done-are-things.html' title='things said and things done are things gone'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5310982790958432588</id><published>2008-06-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:31:32.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>double celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;June 19, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No classes because it's Laguna holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One hot sunny day. The most-awaited double celebration of my two girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kim and Joyce, Celebrators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0eDjf13UI/AAAAAAAAADo/sTGNJjYQqOg/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 246px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0eDjf13UI/AAAAAAAAADo/sTGNJjYQqOg/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214356989982137666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a swimming party at Kim's place. It was totally a fun-filled day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, after we picked up the foods at SM, we went straight to the clubhouse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While waiting for others, we grilled barbeque and liempo. mmm. delicious, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0f68ODC1I/AAAAAAAAADw/0uiNlhTnF5g/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0f68ODC1I/AAAAAAAAADw/0uiNlhTnF5g/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359041022823250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0f7G7OepI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qq7Pwf3JBsI/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0f7G7OepI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qq7Pwf3JBsI/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359043896670866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0f7VowaaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G2rt5ex1dIc/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0f7VowaaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G2rt5ex1dIc/s320/IMG_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359047845734818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After eating our meals, we already jumped off the pool. excited, eh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0hNk8bNaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kb3cpLFT7yc/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0hNk8bNaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kb3cpLFT7yc/s200/IMG_1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360460704036258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0hN7jmfEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xqSUNQ-zonY/s1600-h/PICT0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0hN7jmfEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xqSUNQ-zonY/s200/PICT0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360466773933122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;breathtaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0iatsLyHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J1nFz3eMLCQ/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0iatsLyHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J1nFz3eMLCQ/s320/PICT0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361785901762674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more pics at my &lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We really had fun this day. I'll truly cherish each precious moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with my friends. They're one of the reasons why I love schooling and why i continue to be myself, just as i am, because i know that they can accept me even at my worst state. That's what friends are for, right? -i hope i'm right. *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so yea, had a pretty fun day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] it's already 12am. need to get some sleep. tired. *yawn&lt;br /&gt;[xx] try to update myself tomorrow. *i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5310982790958432588?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5310982790958432588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5310982790958432588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5310982790958432588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5310982790958432588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-celebration.html' title='double celebration'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SF0eDjf13UI/AAAAAAAAADo/sTGNJjYQqOg/s72-c/IMG_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-255315433755461716</id><published>2008-06-20T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:00:40.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><title type='text'>The Damsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFxge9U2HOI/AAAAAAAAADc/OGhIf5VshCs/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFxge9U2HOI/AAAAAAAAADc/OGhIf5VshCs/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214148553562528994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;wickedly vain. oh. blame the camera. tss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The goofy damsel here goes with the name Kamille but she's frequently called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kham&lt;/span&gt;, which is her nickname. Also, she answers to whatever pet names concocted by her friends. She's born and raised in the Philippines, specifically in Bulacan but recently resided to Laguna. Yep, she's one proud PINAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently taking up Bachelor of Science in Information and Technology and she's in her second year; Hoping to finish and pass the course on time, ALIVE. At least for now "still sane", she adds. lmao. August 2008, she mutated into a full-grown lady in age, yet living a heart of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to physical aspects, you'll never see her last in line. She possesses Korean features that ends up teasing her  "Koreana", blame the bangs, her eye shapes plus her body type- slim. She's not short. Fair-skinned. She has moles and a dimple in her left cheek. She has her own taste of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a frustrated blogger. Started blogging recently and still in the process of developing her writing skills so bear with her. She's no bookworm, and that adds to her burden of writing a perfect entry. Inspiration motivates her to write from personal to crappy things inside or beyond her parameters. She always want to think out of the box, that's exciting. Internet is one of her outlets for verbalizing her inner self, her true being. She's creative in her own special way, oh c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets cheesy at times. She prefers romance and comedy flicks over hardcore drama or action films. And bet you don't know, she loves Disney films and flicks similar to that. She screams like dumb over lame scary scenes. Man, that's really quite dumb, ei? Sometimes she's the hammer, sometimes she's the nail; meaning, sometimes she do the pounding on others and vice versa. She's inevitable. A moody type yet tolerable. She hate bad hair days, geesh, who'd like that at the first place, eh? She has her comfort foods-sweets! and yet stays in her slim countenance. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes in God as the source of everything and the savior of humanity. She's pretty much conservative and has her boundaries and standard of liberation. Since she was a child, she's the type of person who's willing to sacrifice for other's sake, i have this sort of a superhero intuition huh. I don't care if you'd say it's stupidity or whatever. blaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A computer magnet. A musically-inclined person. Her day's not complete without handling her mobile. She's a nature lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Into photography. With normal social skills. Therefore, She's a normal geek, fo'real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi, I'm Kham. Thank you for spending your precious time with me, i appreciate your kindness. I'm not really good in writing so bear with me. This is just an outlet of my twisted mind. If you have violent reactions regarding my entries then just close this site and get rid of the idea of reading my posts again. Maan, this world's already flooded with hatred, don't add yourself. Mind you, i'm not here to please everybody. I'm just only here to blurt out my brilliant crappy thoughts, yes y'all hear that? good. If you have concerns, don't hesitate to ask. Have a nice day guys :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-255315433755461716?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/255315433755461716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=255315433755461716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/255315433755461716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/255315433755461716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/damsel.html' title='The Damsel'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFxge9U2HOI/AAAAAAAAADc/OGhIf5VshCs/s72-c/IMG_0629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-612330644569816290</id><published>2008-06-20T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:20:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-a simple line, yet so true. this simple law presented by my chemistry prof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because of his wide vocabulary and outstanding knowledge(even outside his parameters), i can say that i'm starting to like his subject. blaaah. just wanna share :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywaaayy, back to Murphy's Law. why is this my blog title? simply because of the awful things that happened this morning. tsk.yea, craps. sheeesh. let's begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have 10 a.m class this day - June 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually, i leave the house an hour before class starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this morning i left around 9am.&lt;br /&gt;And luckily, there's a sluggish traffic and a lethargic driver. gaah. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;so whadaya expect?! yes you bright mind, i'm going to be late at that very moment. But, still small optimism clings on me. haha. poor me. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked hurriedly to the terminal and i'm too lucky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; schoolmates in line. the last one just left. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, i took a special trip that costs 40 pesos. From P8 to P40? gaad.&lt;br /&gt;i can already buy a snack with that amount. tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i won't be late again foshow, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, when i was already at the campus, in a few seconds,  a familiar voice called my name. It's Kim with Joyce and Joel just got out of the tricycle. GAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRING BACK MY P40!&lt;/span&gt;", one brain cell reacted after seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU'RE ALREADY LATE!&lt;/span&gt;", the second brain cell shouted bringing me back to sanity. lmao:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't printed yet my homework in chem&lt;br /&gt;because my printer's already buried dead. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Kim and i went to SP to print out our h.w.&lt;br /&gt;But another LAME thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flashdrive was NEAT CLEAN when scanned. WHATDA!&lt;br /&gt;I thought my homework wouldn't be printed out.&lt;br /&gt;but thank God when it worked when it was tried again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to back up my files asap. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;CLASSROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us entered the room to find out that i'm too lucky again, they're having a QUIZ.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part, "Last 5 minutes", the prof said.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that it's only two items and answers pop out my head easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while he's discussing, he inserted this line that really caught my attention. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When things are bound to happen, IT will happen&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, another quiz, in CS this time. oh noo!&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells were already dead. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of studying.. gimme a break. though, it's just been a week since the first day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people say that when things aren't bound to happen, you must learn to let go and accept the fact that you're screwed forever&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll start blogging again from this time on.&lt;br /&gt;till my next entry :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-612330644569816290?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/612330644569816290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=612330644569816290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/612330644569816290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/612330644569816290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-7981954048852462953</id><published>2008-06-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:23:28.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>it's been such a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yah! here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a very long time since i wrote my last blog here.&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of busy, and aside from that reason, i'm just too lazy to write things.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i'm not yet really used of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i started blogging is because of an inspiration. i guess? haha.&lt;br /&gt;But that mystery person has no clue at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to that person; i started to love blogging,&lt;br /&gt;though started as a frustrated blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i have a schedule to go to a swimming party.&lt;br /&gt;Post and advance birthday celebration of my two friends.&lt;br /&gt;nah, i'm not going to cut class nor absent myself in class.&lt;br /&gt;listen, nice girls don't do such things. (haha. you wish!)&lt;br /&gt;okay.. to tell you the truth, we don't have classes.&lt;br /&gt;For the reason that tomorrow is Laguna Day.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, thanks to good 'ol Mr. Jose Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for tomorrow's activities.&lt;br /&gt;It would be definitely fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hope that my 1 month rest from blogging would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's time again of updating everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so keep on track c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-7981954048852462953?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7981954048852462953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=7981954048852462953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7981954048852462953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7981954048852462953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-such-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s been such a long time.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5678900198663266412</id><published>2008-04-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:35:35.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>:: Summer temptations ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Though my friends and i were taking up summer class, i can still feel my summer vacation. Know why? It's because our schedule at school were mostly half day. And because of that, we always have the reason to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o out and have fun (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maaga pa kase, tara gala muna..etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;) So i'm starting to think that this summer class is a pretty advantage.. (may baon na, may gala pa. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Though we're always saying "sayang pera, gusto ko na umuwi, tinatamad ako, etc.." we always end up...yes, there, walking at the mall, eating at food chain restaurants, watching inside the movie house, looking for shoes and garments, and everything we could do inside the mall. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, we went to Paseo (sawa na kame sa SM). So after getting there, we ate lunch at chowking. haha, and what a small world, Joyce's ex-bf was working at the same food chain. Their eyes met just like what you see in a mushy soap opera. awww. Joyce was uber shy, uhm, i mean, uber self-conscious that time.  After eating our lunch..we roam around the a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rea, and after finding nothing, we headed straight to Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STARBUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We ordered frapps though we're still full. All we did was to sip our frapp, take pictures, then laugh, sip, take pictures, then laugh again, and that happened all over and over for two hours. haha! good thing our cameras didn't run out of memory and battery.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After the fun moments and bonding, we headed home. and of course, uploaded hundreds of pictures. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBlg6bcriRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WdN7yI7ATVQ/s1600-h/PICT0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBlg6bcriRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WdN7yI7ATVQ/s400/PICT0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195290202065307922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We HEART Starbucks. YEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;have such 'real' friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5678900198663266412?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5678900198663266412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5678900198663266412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5678900198663266412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5678900198663266412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-temptations.html' title=':: Summer temptations ::'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBlg6bcriRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WdN7yI7ATVQ/s72-c/PICT0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-3476763243195494400</id><published>2008-04-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:49:35.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>:: Bored ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 234px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/kamille.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There, i edit that a while ago. super bored ako kanina. instead of doing my homework, mas sinipag ako magphotoshop. hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This day is just a usual day. aun, nakakatamad lang.&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko lng magblog ngaun para may masabing blog ako this day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;to read my other blogs, check this out: &lt;a href="http://vheztmee06.multiply.com/journal"&gt; My Multiply Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to see all my posts there, you must be my contact first^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-3476763243195494400?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3476763243195494400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=3476763243195494400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3476763243195494400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3476763243195494400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored.html' title=':: Bored ::'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-6463574939183106371</id><published>2008-04-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:41:11.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Doodle + Tweetie = cuteness^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBXOXrcriOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G2bzO5itHTs/s1600-h/kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194284651437066466" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBXOXrcriOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G2bzO5itHTs/s400/kim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha! wala kase ako magawa sa YM habang ka-chat si kim, so nagdraw nlng ako. and look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute diba?! ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pang GRADE 4 daw! she's mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lang.. mganda naman talaga eh. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;ganun talaga, dapat itaas ang sariling bangko&lt;br /&gt;siya na nga ginawan eeeeh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBXPF7criPI/AAAAAAAAACA/kKyuaFffXdA/s1600-h/baby+tweety+en+baby+sylvester+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194285446006016242" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 392px; cursor: pointer; height: 361px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBXPF7criPI/AAAAAAAAACA/kKyuaFffXdA/s400/baby+tweety+en+baby+sylvester+2.jpg" border="0" height="373" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eto naman si SYLVESTER at TWEETY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang, ang cute nung picture.. at kase.. tinawag ako ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jho&lt;/span&gt; na tweetie.. kamukha ko ba si tweety?! tsk! xa tuloy si sylvester. haha.&lt;br /&gt;new code nanaman eh. lahat na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute naman diba&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;para lang kameng timang, parang bata. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pero i lab*lab it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-6463574939183106371?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6463574939183106371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=6463574939183106371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/6463574939183106371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/6463574939183106371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/doodle-with-kim-d.html' title='Doodle + Tweetie = cuteness^^'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBXOXrcriOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G2bzO5itHTs/s72-c/kim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5520556057645622536</id><published>2008-04-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T07:36:57.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebermind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>mga GAHAMAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sino sila? yung mga kaklase ko sa MATH na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engineering students&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;waw! sila'y mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dakilang GAHAMAN&lt;/span&gt; sa +plus 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kakaSUSOT na kaya sila?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sir Aquino: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;First five, plus five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aba'y...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;engineering students *tayo na agad sabay pa-check ng papel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ang iingay pa nila,nakakairita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what the! napakadudupang nila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;UNFAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Dapat sabay sabay yun sinasagutan noh! +plus 5 din yun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;haha..yea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;madamot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ako! dapat makakuha din ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;isang +5 palang kaya nakukuha ko! ampf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;inis na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kame ni kim&lt;/span&gt; sa mga yun. hmppf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;buti kung mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GWAPO&lt;/span&gt;. e ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoshoho&lt;/span&gt; ng mga mukha! hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oops! MEAN again. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt; naman. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBM-_LcriNI/AAAAAAAAABo/guPBOkIQ5aY/s1600-h/PICT0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 141px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBM-_LcriNI/AAAAAAAAABo/guPBOkIQ5aY/s320/PICT0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193564050414078162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hintayin lang nila. nasa amin din ang huling halakhak&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/insults/MJZ649.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5520556057645622536?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5520556057645622536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5520556057645622536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5520556057645622536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5520556057645622536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/mga-gahaman.html' title='mga GAHAMAN.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SBM-_LcriNI/AAAAAAAAABo/guPBOkIQ5aY/s72-c/PICT0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-8615480646696454187</id><published>2008-04-26T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:39:13.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebermind'/><title type='text'>i don't give a damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU big time-scuker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;some people assume they're always the CENTER of MY attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;well, they might be thinking too much? or maybe yes, they never fail to catch my attention, that's because I'm very irritated with...everything 'bout them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;actually, i don't really want to write this kind of crap 'coz it ruins my entire blogspot. *laughs really. yea, because of some insecure people. shooot.&lt;br /&gt;But i want to let out my emotions. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;This is such a big waste of time. i don't want them to feel that i CARE about them.&lt;br /&gt;say what you say, i won't give a damn. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;sana naman mag- bago bago na ung mga IBANG TAO dyan. hahaha. scuker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/girlyquotes/28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-8615480646696454187?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8615480646696454187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=8615480646696454187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/8615480646696454187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/8615480646696454187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/hahaa-i-dont-give-damn.html' title='i don&apos;t give a damn.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5253131806664617837</id><published>2008-04-22T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T07:35:48.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebermind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>anung meron sa CHEESEBURGER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OO alam ko cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tongak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;! hindi un sinasabi ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahaha..e kase naman kung san san ko naririnig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tas may gagawin lang akong kakaiba o kahit hindi kakaiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;magpapaCHEESEBURGER na  agad sila. hala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mga PINOY talaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pa-kornihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;di lang sa mga "BANAT" na quotes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pati sa "commercial"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;anu naman kaya next? :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/images/quotes/images/apic108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5253131806664617837?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5253131806664617837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5253131806664617837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5253131806664617837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5253131806664617837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/anung-meron-sa-cheeseburger.html' title='anung meron sa CHEESEBURGER?'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-3657560500365456327</id><published>2008-04-22T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:24:52.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>quotes to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 88px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/prettyquotes/24.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="style46"&gt;&lt;span class="style44"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; when I say &lt;span class="style45"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to look into my eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO, TELL THE TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;It's &lt;span class="style25"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; when you &lt;span class="style47"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; all the answers but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style45"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; the question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="style40"&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;When a girl sais &lt;span class="style15"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="style45"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;  If I am pressed to say why I loved him,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it can only be explained by replying:&lt;br /&gt;Because it was he; because it was me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  True love&lt;/span&gt; does not come by finding the perfect&lt;br /&gt;person, but by learning to see an imperfect&lt;br /&gt;person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Dreams &lt;b&gt;aren't &lt;/b&gt;meant to be &lt;u&gt;understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;any more than tragedies can be &lt;i&gt;avoided&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;b&gt;happens&lt;/b&gt; to us.. the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; certainty in&lt;br /&gt;all of it is that it just &lt;b&gt;keeps happening&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, don’t be so blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know what you’re going through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let it beat you up.&lt;br /&gt;Hitting walls and getting scars.&lt;br /&gt;Only makes you who are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;No matter how much your heart is aching.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is beauty in the breaking&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; thing I've learned &amp;amp; that's&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;b&gt; hardest &lt;/b&gt;part of moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;is not looking&lt;i&gt; back&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very&lt;b&gt; interested &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;u&gt;fascinated&lt;/u&gt; by&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; loves each other,&lt;br /&gt;but no one &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; likes each other.&lt;br /&gt;-The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been hurt &lt;b&gt;many times &lt;/b&gt;before this.&lt;br /&gt;You'd think it would be &lt;i&gt;routine&lt;/i&gt; by now.&lt;br /&gt;You'd think she &lt;u&gt;wouldn't let it get to her&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;b&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt; is, &lt;i&gt;she trusted you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wishes we were like &lt;i&gt;goldfish &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only have a&lt;b&gt; 3-second memory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way I would &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; remember who&lt;br /&gt;you were Or what you did too me. You’d&lt;br /&gt;just be this person I kept seeing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but never knew&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;u&gt;best friend&lt;/u&gt; is there when you have &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; more importantly when you &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt; was stupid &lt;b&gt;enough&lt;/b&gt; to cheat on &lt;i&gt;you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was &lt;i&gt;dumb &lt;/i&gt;enough to &lt;u&gt;get&lt;/u&gt; caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;worst&lt;/b&gt; part about being lied to is&lt;br /&gt;knowing you &lt;u&gt;werent&lt;/u&gt; worth the &lt;i&gt;truth&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the &lt;i&gt;absence&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt;, I need to stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;and feel as if I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;might &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;die &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He`ll only &lt;u&gt;break&lt;/u&gt; your &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt;, it`s a &lt;i&gt;fact&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even though I &lt;b&gt;warn&lt;/b&gt; you, even though I &lt;i&gt;guarantee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you that the &lt;b&gt;boy&lt;/b&gt; will only &lt;u&gt;hurt&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; terribly,&lt;br /&gt;you`ll still &lt;i&gt;pursue&lt;/i&gt; him, ain`t love &lt;b&gt;grand&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can &lt;b&gt;erase&lt;/b&gt; someone from your &lt;u&gt;mind&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but getting them &lt;u&gt;out of your heart&lt;/u&gt; is another story."&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt; to get over people,&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; get over &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;b&gt;start&lt;/b&gt; to have feelings for other people,&lt;br /&gt;but it &lt;u&gt;doesn't&lt;/u&gt; mean you're over them.&lt;br /&gt;It just means you're &lt;i&gt;moving on&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't&lt;/b&gt; make the &lt;i&gt;mistake&lt;/i&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;taking &lt;u&gt;advantage&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; time, I'm &lt;u&gt;stronger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; to me than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; for the &lt;u&gt;world&lt;/u&gt;, &amp;amp;&lt;i&gt; hope &lt;/i&gt;for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it &lt;b&gt;beats&lt;/b&gt; you down, &lt;i&gt;everyday&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life &lt;/i&gt;is &lt;b&gt;made up&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;u&gt;years&lt;/u&gt; that meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;memories&lt;/i&gt; that meant &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;u&gt;hurts&lt;/u&gt; more than &lt;b&gt;losing you&lt;/b&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;knowing&lt;/b&gt; you're &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;fighting&lt;/i&gt; to keep me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes&lt;/i&gt; you &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to walk &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;just to &lt;u&gt;show&lt;/u&gt; that you &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking&lt;/i&gt; down the &lt;u&gt;halls&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt; one of you on &lt;b&gt;opposite&lt;/b&gt; sides,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ignoring&lt;/i&gt; each other, &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;looking&lt;/u&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it &lt;u&gt;shouldn't&lt;/u&gt; be this &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause on &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;calendar of events&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;last&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;week&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're &lt;b&gt;talking &lt;/b&gt;about us,&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;i&gt;guess&lt;/i&gt; we're doing &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; know &lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;short&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;short&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to waste a&lt;br /&gt;single &lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; with &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;doesn't&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;appreciate&lt;/b&gt; and value &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most&lt;b&gt; memorable &lt;/b&gt;people in life&lt;br /&gt;are the people who &lt;u&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;when you weren't &lt;i&gt;quite lovable&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was&lt;b&gt; taught&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; take life for &lt;i&gt;granted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;u&gt;live a little&lt;/u&gt;, to love with &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to &lt;i&gt;never give up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not a little girl anymore&lt;/b&gt;. For anyone who's ever&lt;i&gt; betrayed &lt;/i&gt;me, &lt;u&gt;intentionally&lt;/u&gt; hurt me, or &lt;b&gt;two-timed &lt;/b&gt;me, I'm not going to &lt;i&gt;dwell&lt;/i&gt; on trying to make your life &lt;b&gt;miserable&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; tell you that i'm going to &lt;i&gt;fight&lt;/i&gt; you. &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;b&gt;better yet&lt;/b&gt;, I'm going to sit here &amp;amp; tell you that &lt;i&gt;karma is a bitch &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; you will get&lt;b&gt; your's&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;positive&lt;/b&gt; attitude &lt;i&gt;may not &lt;/i&gt;solve all of your problems,&lt;br /&gt;but it &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; annoy enough people to make it worth the &lt;b&gt;effort&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; people everyday will tell you &lt;i&gt;don't do this&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;don't do that&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if you &lt;u&gt;listen&lt;/u&gt; to them, guess what you'll end up doing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing&lt;/b&gt;. So do what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; think is right &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;go with it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a &lt;i&gt;big part&lt;/i&gt; of growing up is dealing with &lt;u&gt;regret&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swallowing your pride&lt;/b&gt;. There are some things in life&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; go back and &lt;u&gt;change&lt;/u&gt;, no matter how &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah&lt;/i&gt;, I'm the first to &lt;b&gt;fall &lt;/b&gt;and the &lt;u&gt;last&lt;/u&gt; to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where'd you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm &lt;b&gt;young&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;really good &lt;/i&gt;at making bad decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; to feel his eyes on &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; when I look &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt; are worth &lt;u&gt;fighting&lt;/u&gt; for,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; if you're the &lt;i&gt;only one&lt;/i&gt; fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;b&gt;most of the time &lt;/b&gt;I think, that I just &lt;u&gt;wasn't&lt;/u&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm fine&lt;/b&gt;. I mean, not that I'm &lt;i&gt;over it&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;b&gt;getting&lt;/b&gt; easier to &lt;u&gt;pretend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;it's easier,&lt;br /&gt;which means easier might be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;right around the corner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; trouble with &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; sarcasm,&lt;br /&gt;is that &lt;u&gt;half the time&lt;/u&gt; when people think&lt;br /&gt;I'm being&lt;i&gt; sarcastic&lt;/i&gt;, I'm actually being&lt;b&gt; quite sincere&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course &lt;/b&gt;I&lt;i&gt; don’t &lt;/i&gt;like you. In fact, I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;That’s&lt;i&gt; why &lt;/i&gt;I stare at you &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you &lt;i&gt;failed&lt;/i&gt;. You wanna be&lt;b&gt; really &lt;/b&gt;great?&lt;br /&gt;Have the courage to fail &lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;i&gt;stick around&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Make them wonder why you're &lt;b&gt;still &lt;/b&gt;smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone knows&lt;/b&gt;; the &lt;i&gt;louder&lt;/i&gt; the music, the &lt;u&gt;bigger&lt;/u&gt; the heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; walk away from you, &lt;i&gt;let them walk&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Don't&lt;/u&gt; try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. When people can&lt;b&gt; walk away&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;let them walk&lt;/i&gt;. Your destiny is never tied to &lt;u&gt;anybody&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;b&gt;left&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew things &lt;u&gt;wouldn't&lt;/u&gt; work out, because they &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; really &lt;/i&gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 124px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/prettyquotes/118.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;//quotes from  xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-3657560500365456327?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3657560500365456327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=3657560500365456327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3657560500365456327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/3657560500365456327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/quotes-kowts-quotes.html' title='quotes to ponder'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-8275575203661875479</id><published>2008-04-21T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:05:27.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>LAUGHTRIP sa jeep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;kahapon, yung mga loka-loka kong kaibigan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di ko nga lam bakit ko sila naging kaibigan eeh? haha!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;papunta kame sa SM dahil nagkayayaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habang nasa jeep kame&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;may sumakay na babae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(di ko sure. mukha syang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tagilid&lt;/span&gt; i mean isa syang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHURVA&lt;/span&gt;. pero kahit pano mukhang babae naman. hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maya maya..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;KIM at JOYCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;nagtatawanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;AKO. napatingin dun sa babae(?) na nagbabasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;AKO: (pabulong) "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim, bakla ba yan&lt;/span&gt;?" sabay turo sa girl (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;KIM: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAWANG MANDIRIGMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;nagtype sya sa CP ni joyce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ang nakalagay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;tignan mo yung babaeng nakagreen, nagrereview sya ang gamit nyang notebuk, ung notebuk ng sekyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayan,tawa nanaman. siguro nadapa na ung babae(?) na un pagbaba nya ng jeep. hahahaha! ewan ko ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GANYAN ANG ARAW ARAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; kong kasama. Lahat napapansin nila! pati tuloy ako nahahawa na sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAKIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; nila. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MASASAMA SILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; pero atleast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MAGAGANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; naman. (sabay bawi?) HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/prettyquotes/151.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/friendshipquotes/36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-8275575203661875479?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8275575203661875479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=8275575203661875479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/8275575203661875479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/8275575203661875479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/laughtrip-sa-jeep.html' title='LAUGHTRIP sa jeep!'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-398923821799843260</id><published>2008-04-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:09:07.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>usual day. *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nung umaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7am ang start ng class ko. math pa un!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nako! uber lapit ko na sa school nagtraffic pa! watda! may quiz pa naman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*sigh* but luckily, di ako na-late. haha! well, usual day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QUIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCUSSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at siyempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sir Aquino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first five plus five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aun,nagkakagulo ang mga classmate ko para magka +5. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then, 10am uwi na kame, ang aga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bukas, wala kaming class, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; nanaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we're going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alabang town center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wala lang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;magwiwindow shopping, maglalakad, magpapagod at magpapakasaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wala na nga kaming bakasyon eh,kaya dapat kunin ang pagkakataon pag walang klase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; woooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/girlyquotes/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-398923821799843260?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/398923821799843260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=398923821799843260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/398923821799843260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/398923821799843260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/usual-day-sigh.html' title='usual day. *sigh*'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-7846556527738357759</id><published>2008-04-21T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:12:51.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>5 men you should AVOID dating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hohoho.. just found this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mamma’s Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; This guy probably lives with his mother, if not close enough for her to pop in for tea (every night). She will have helped him pick out his decor and there will be photos of her all over his apartment. He goes for Sunday dinner and has several cartons of homemade meals in the refrigerator that mom made for him.Why you should stay away: You will never live up to his mother and although he will love and cherish you forever he will take his mother’s side every time.How to get rid of him: Tell him you don’t like his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Body Builder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; This guy will have photos of himself on every available space, along with his own home gym (even though he has a life time membership at the swanky one in town). He has all the latest gadgets and home entertainment systems.Why you should stay away: You will never see him as he is always down at the gym. He will spend more time in the bathroom then you. He collects trophies and likes one hanging off his arm.How to get rid of him: Tell him to give up the gym for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Womanizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; This guy will treat you like a princess and is the perfect lover. He dresses well and is out to impress and impress he will (every woman he comes in contact with). He will, of course, have trouble remembering your name, with all the women he has on the go.Why You should stay away: His excuses for not showing up are getting more pathetic. You will have to compete with his phone as he has so many calls to return and text messages to answer.How to get rid of him: Tell him, “I use to be a man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Workaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; This man is going places, but will he be taking you with him? He is smartly dressed, has great taste in decor and eats at the finest restaurants. However, his work will always come first.Why you should stay away: You have to make an appointment to see him. He will take you to elegant dinner parties then leave you with strangers while he talks shop.How to get rid of him: Tell him, “I’m taking a year off to travel. Do you want to come?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your College Lecturer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; He is probably older than you, more worldly and gets you a good grade.Why you should stay away: If anyone found out about you, they would say you slept your way to better grades. Plus, he would lose his job and possibly his teaching position.How to get rid of him: Tell him somebody is blackmailing you and if you don’t stop seeing him, they are going to report you.Of course, there are exceptions. For example, if “the body builder” knows how to give you the same type of attention he gives his body then this could potentially be a good thing (as long as you can handle other women trying to pick up on him). And if you are a workaholic that has no plans of changing then being in a relationship with another workaholic will allow the two of you to focus more on your careers while hopefully having some focus left for each other. If “mamma’s boy” mom loves you and you can get the same focus from the man as his mom gives then just maybe… it’s a stretch. Remember, it’s doubtful any of these men will change so it’s best not to try and change them.A good approach to take in wanting out of one of these relationships is to be honest. This may gain more respect. Tell “mamma’s boy” that he’s too focused on his mom. Tell the womanizer that you only have room in your life for a man that only has room for you. It’s doubtful that they’ll change, but at least they’ll know the real reason you don’t want to pursue a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just li'l reminders&lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/girlyquotes/57.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-7846556527738357759?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7846556527738357759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=7846556527738357759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7846556527738357759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/7846556527738357759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-men-you-should-avoid-dating.html' title='5 men you should AVOID dating.'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5186272299756082329</id><published>2008-04-21T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:21:14.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>fun.FUN.fun day^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;watta day! &lt;strong&gt;napakaligaya&lt;/strong&gt;^^ haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;actually, my girls and i were planning to go to SM on thursday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FORTUNATELY, wala kaming CS for 2 days 'coz our prof will not be around for 2 days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;today(monday) and wednesday.haha. (at last, &lt;em&gt;rest muna sa pagpprogram&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But, may make-up class parin on thursday and friday:[  *though it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we have to move our "gala", and that was moved today. hahaha. biglaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After announcing 'bout the good news, inutusan agad ako nung mga luka to text tina and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at dahil ako'y masunurin, text naman agad ako :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so basically,we waited for them then went straight ahead to SM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PIZZA HUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dito kame kumain ng lunch.. and sobrang tawanan kahit 6 girls lang kame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;halos hindi na makain ung pagkain namen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e kase naman! ung face nung waiter na nakalagay sa number ng order namen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nakalagay sa gitna ng lamesa namen habang kumakaen kame. (parang may santo lang sa gitna namen na dinadasalan) LOL. then, of course, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (part of habit, di pwedeng mawala sa scene :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after eating, deretso sa movie house. we watched "&lt;strong&gt;Manay po overload&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahaha. it was a fun movie. can't help but to laugh and laugh from the beginning til the end:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after watching a comedy, aun, &lt;strong&gt;window shopping&lt;/strong&gt;.. we're looking for shirts and tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we raided almost all of the stalls there. haha. joyce and kim found cute shirts. unfortunately, i haven't found one for me :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But it's aryt.. &lt;em&gt;we're planning to go to alabang (ATC)&lt;/em&gt; on wednesday naman. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we're so &lt;strong&gt;GALA&lt;/strong&gt;. i don't know why. maybe because, we're just &lt;em&gt;maximizing our vacant time&lt;/em&gt;. haha.. that's the hard thing when you're taking up summer class. errrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aryt then,bye. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/girlyquotes/27.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5186272299756082329?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5186272299756082329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5186272299756082329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5186272299756082329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5186272299756082329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/funfunfun-day.html' title='fun.FUN.fun day^^'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115782856408526123.post-5782925734691113151</id><published>2008-04-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:17:47.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebermind'/><title type='text'>Blog fever..bakit kaya?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o yes, &lt;strong&gt;my first blog&lt;/strong&gt; in this site! i dunno why, but i'm starting to like posting blogs (im not yet contented with my blogs at multiply.haha) i want to share every craps &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fun fun moments in my life. huwaw^^ (&lt;em&gt;my words for the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aryt.. &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;so... where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nebermind&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;midnight na inedit ko pa tong blog na to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i still have my morning class tomorrow! i mean, mamaya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;waaah! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;napakabait&lt;/span&gt; ko talaga. di ko sana matulugan ang aking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;klase bukas. 8:30am - 5pm pa naman un na &lt;strong&gt;walang patid&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;well. makatulog na nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;bukas na ulit makapagblog^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/girlyquotes/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink size=4&gt;KHAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/kham_icons/1008951xbh88shb03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115782856408526123-5782925734691113151?l=imyerdamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5782925734691113151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3115782856408526123&amp;postID=5782925734691113151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5782925734691113151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3115782856408526123/posts/default/5782925734691113151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyerdamsel.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-feverbakit-kaya.html' title='Blog fever..bakit kaya?!'/><author><name>K H A M ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123623302780159143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QkZeUJ37tto/SFkjDeGbAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ar7ti_6TvCA/S220/bee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
