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  <title>Moonlight romance</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2006 11:25:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m back from the grave.... kidding.</title>
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  <description>January 1, 2006. This is not your ordinary date because this is the start of the rest of the 365 days of the new Year. The 1st day of the new year will bring out all the myths and superstitions of people, one of them is jumping up because they say this will make you grow tall. (tried it, but didn&apos;t even grow). They say what you do on the 1st day of the year, you&apos;ll do it for the rest of the year so I tried to be happy and enthusiastic, well,I was. This is also the time of the year people will write down new year&apos;s resolution and pray to God that they keep at least one of them. I too have fallen victim for that tradition and I pray to God that I keep at least half my resolution or at least practice them more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know haven&apos;t been updating this journal for such a long time that I think virtual cob webs filled this place for a while. I decided to make a new lj entry, but then I decided why make another when I already have this? But insanity over took me so you&apos;ll have to excuse me. Oh yeah, wanna greet everyone out there a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! Trust me, I&apos;ll be updating this journal more often, and well, yeah, even my friendster blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just saw two rainbows a while ago, and she believes that she&apos;s going to be lucky. (According to Fengshui, she is lucky, born under the year of the Rabbit in the year of the Dod...2006) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that&apos;s all for now. Gotta leave you guys. :) Love you all and hope no one was hurt last night. Have a wonderful year ahead of you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 08:37:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New lj name</title>
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  <description>Just updating my lj to inform you guys I decided to make another lj under the name &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_broken_sonata&apos; lj:user=&apos;broken_sonata&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://broken-sonata.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://broken-sonata.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;broken_sonata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I was so bored at my cousin&apos;s house that I decided to make one again. I won&apos;t be updating here starting....oh I don&apos;t know. &amp;gt;D ADD ME!!! &amp;gt;p</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 12:11:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>From Lagro to Roxas Boulevard to East Wood, one heck of a raod trip.</title>
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  <description>*whew* Today was actually both a tiring and fun day. Went to &lt;i&gt;School of Saint Anthony&lt;/i&gt; in Lagro which by the way is owned by one of our prof&apos;s family. (Though she never mentioned it to us, one student told us so) We thought it was your small school like those along katipunan...but whoa! To out surprise it was a full grown school. (XD) Ms. Montinola (the prof who I said whose parents owned the school) treated us all to a Hotdog (no big deal since she&apos;s a co owner &amp;gt;D) and drink since she said we couldn&apos;t eat when we started our job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to observe children from the kinder level...and one thing I&apos;ll say, most of the children are emotionally intelligent. Why do I say so? They didn&apos;t really look at us, they were really paying close attention to their teacher. The kids were sooooo super cute and adorable and teacher, Teacher Love was one heck of a teacher. Picked up a few cool tips from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How to say shut up indirectly:&lt;br /&gt;Zip your mouth. Get the key from heaven. Lock it then throw the key away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think she was the only one who thought of that...how cool is that? There was one kid who was really cute, and I do mean super adorable-melt your heart kid, Alyssa. She was sooooo super cute. I&apos;ll post her pic when I uplaod it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedric, the tallest kid was a certified bully, but he also acted out as the leader and the kids seems to pay attention to him. Somehow he reminded me of Miguel/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_bloddyg&apos; lj:user=&apos;bloddyg&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloddyg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but this kid was chinky eyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was the one who wanted attention. He would do some crazy stunts to get our attention, and if we didn&apos;t pay attention, he&apos;d call us until we would talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachery was the kid who cried because his teacher didn&apos;t call him during recitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and to think when I work these are the kid of kids I&apos;ll be meeting aside from those who are just among the crowd. God help me. After recess (and mingling with the children who made us their official &lt;i&gt;baon&lt;/i&gt; openers) we conducted our little &quot;experiment&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read them a story about being a friend (and yeah, I totally sucked, but give me a break, it&apos;s only my 1st year in the course.) then after some &quot;discussion&quot; with the kids it was on to the experiment. The kids were asked to keep quite and behave for 15 minutes (and for kids, with their attention span it was more than they could handle) and a handful of kids were able to do so. (0_0) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for us to leave, whoa! The kids hugged us goodbye (awwwwww. That&apos;s what I love about kids, they&apos;re so loving and sweet). I went with Clai (one of my blockmates), Wendy (another blockmate) and Karissa (yet, another blockmate) on the way home, turns out we were going to have our &quot;family time&quot; on that day for CDE-21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to meet Clai&apos;s boyfriend, Carl who was really funny and fun to be with. Guess where we went...&lt;b&gt;STAR CITY&lt;/b&gt;! We even got lost on the way there...ending up in Recto, but thankfully with Carl&apos;s navigation skills we were able to get there. When we arrived...we found out that it was closed (to Carl&apos;s utter dismay) but took some pictures for the class. We wanted to go to Tagaytay, but the gas wouldn&apos;t allow us so off we went to Greenbelt, only to find out Makati was too traffic and we were too damm hungry so we decided East Wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at 2:00 in Tokyo Tokyo then went to Arcade to fool around and take family pictures. We even went inside a sports store and took pictures. HOnestly it was cute. Later on we had our pictures taken via Neo Print. (Oh yeah, the whole time, Carl was taking our pics, but on the Neo Print, he joined in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Clai&apos;s house, but dropped off Carl at the footbridge in Ateneo then went to Visayas Avenue. All we basically did was look into Clai&apos;s computer and watch &quot;Herbie&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clai and Carl are a perfect match...and oh yeah, speaking of Carl, he still feels really bad about the Star City thing because he really, as in really wanted to go in...and yeah, we constantly reminded him about Star City being closed. (mean, we know. XD)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 10:00:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How do you love? Let&apos;s see.....answer the test to find out. ;p</title>
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  <description>Cram, cram, cram. That&apos;s what I&apos;m good at..at least I&apos;d like to think so, but I have to get rid of that dreadful habbit of mine and start a new life. Tomrrow I will have to teach my classmates some stuff using &lt;i&gt;Direct instruction&lt;/i&gt; stuff...it&apos;s a kind of a strategy which by the way is not all too easy I might add. Ara (who is my partner) plan to teach Origami..but first I have to find a SIMPLE and BASIC origami. (God help me) Actually the method of teaching we have is not really good for art, but hey, I can bend the rules can&apos;t I? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have a psychological test for you people, this will determine how you love....wanna try it out? Click on the lj-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose then tell me what you chose...then I&apos;ll tell you the answers. It&apos;s a psychology test so I&apos;m not posting the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.Weather&lt;br /&gt;b. Steel&lt;br /&gt;c. Candle&lt;br /&gt;d. Wood&lt;br /&gt;e. Glass&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Simple and Clean; Utada</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2005 03:38:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Of Fairy tales and frozzies</title>
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  <description>CDE has gotten the best of me, how? Just look at my background; it&apos;s Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) and Prince Philip. Actually, I love Sleeping Beauty ever since I was a kid...that was the first VHS tape I asked my parents to buy me before...and yes, I still watch it up until now. Actually, I&apos;m doing a scrapbook about my childhood up to adulthood for my &lt;b&gt;Child Development&lt;/b&gt; class, so I&apos;ll have to do a lot of picture searching and things like that. Hope I&apos;ll be able to finish it on time. &lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was College week and boy, did it suck big time...okay, maybe not all but I assure you that I didn&apos;t like the days tuesday, wednesday. Monday was nice since the 3R people were there (Okay, maybe Reema was the only 3R girl there...but you get the point). It was all about being confident and tackling te issue on &lt;b&gt;&quot;always the friend, never the girlfriend&quot;&lt;/b&gt; and they gave tips on how to dress up properly and how to carry yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned something from that &quot;culminating activity&quot; by the SANGU...there is no such thing as semi-formal. There&apos;s casual, smart casual, and formal...(there&apos;s something missing, but I forgot what it was but it&apos;s not semi-formal) There was a girl named Chal who was really pretty, and I do mean pretty. (For once, I can honestly say I was a lesbian because of her.... 0_0) I&apos;ll post the picture of Chal with &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I get the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Mojo Fly came to school along with Magic 89.9. They gave out a whole bunch of prizes...tickets to premiers, cds and such. TKM band performed and yeah, they were good as ever and as always &lt;i&gt;Akap&lt;/i&gt; was sung by the band. CCAT performed along with Company of 1. Roxie (the singer who I haven&apos;t known until I went to MC) sang a song. There was another College girl who sang (and boy...she was good...better then Roxie) while her partner....a guitarist from &lt;i&gt;Hour Glass&lt;/i&gt; played the guitar...he&apos;s Paolo Miguel, a graduate of the Conservatory of Music from U.P....and man, he&apos;s good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALi of Mojo Fly looked really haggard, but the guitarist, Ricki...if memory serves me right was the barkada favorite for the day. As usual, Ali was flocked by his legion of fans...what&apos;s new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to R.P after for some arcade ganes. Kang/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_so_shoe_me&apos; lj:user=&apos;so_shoe_me&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://so-shoe-me.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://so-shoe-me.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;so_shoe_me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Anita were playing in the para-para while Marrah, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Sta.Lucia to play house of the dead. I must&apos;ve spent P100 bucks or more on arcade games.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2005 11:42:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For guys to know about girls....</title>
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  <description>This entry is most especially for guys. Guys...if you&apos;re still that dense, then hope this entry knocks some sense in you!&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;wEn a grL cRies it dOeSnt &lt;br /&gt;mEaN sHe&apos;s wEak.. &lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries in front of u..&lt;br /&gt;it means that she couldnt take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u take her hand, she would stay with u&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of ur life; &lt;br /&gt;If u let her go, she couldnt&lt;br /&gt;go back to being&lt;br /&gt;herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;except in front of the person whom she&lt;br /&gt;loves the most,&lt;br /&gt;she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily, only when she love&lt;br /&gt;u the most, she puts down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of u, please hold&lt;br /&gt;her hands firmly, coz she&apos;s the one who is&lt;br /&gt;willing to stay&lt;br /&gt;with u 4 for the rest of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of u,&lt;br /&gt;please dont give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of ur decision,&lt;br /&gt;u ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right in front of u,&lt;br /&gt;When she cries bcoz of u,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cried with pure&lt;br /&gt;sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;In front of u,&lt;br /&gt;And bcoz of u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries not bcoz she wants sympathy or&lt;br /&gt;pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;Because crying silently is no longer&lt;br /&gt;possible, the pain, hurt n agony have&lt;br /&gt;bcome too&lt;br /&gt;big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to u,&lt;br /&gt;And all because of u,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to look back on wat u have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only u will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it,&lt;br /&gt;Coz one day,&lt;br /&gt;It may b too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may b too late to say &quot;im sorry&quot;... ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may regret it for the rest of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in ur life,&lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s the only one who loves u the most.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this lesson before its too late...</description>
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  <lj:music>suki to ka ja nakute; RK</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2005 11:38:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To my dear and beloved pangga</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t know why life seems realy unfair. Why can&apos;t good things (especially on the aspect of love) happen to a dear friend of mine who is like my sister? She has loved the person more than anyone ever loves their special someone. She has gone the extra mile for hime and what does he do? Break her heart into a thousand peices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves both people involved in the pain that was caused, and she wishes them happiness. Ah, my dear, if I were cupid (and I wish I was) I would give you someone worthy of thy love. Someone who will treat you like a princess, who will love you the way a woman should really be loved and give you all that you have ever dreamed of...someone who will spoil you with both affection and attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm it. If I had the power I would change everything for you. I really can&apos;t say anything bad about both people, she just loves them both so much that I might hurt her if I say anything. Dear God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to justice and fairness? Doesn&apos;t that exist anymore? Before anyone gets close to you...THAT close, I&apos;ll make sure they&apos;re worthy of your attention and affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl I have come to love more than just a friend, she&apos;s like my sister, my shobe...she&apos;s my pangga. If I could, I would take your pain away...if only I could, then I would. Whatever happens, I&apos;ll always be here for you, no matter what. You can count on me...I promise.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 01:30:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bio, bio, bio....can&apos;t skip you, now can i?</title>
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  <description>Good thing our CDE23 (or more known as &lt;i&gt;Principles and Techniques in Teaching&lt;/i&gt;) class is free cut, I&apos;m not too sure on &lt;i&gt;Child Development&lt;/i&gt; though, hope it is, but if not...well...more or less half od the CDE 2 are not going to class because believe me, we&apos;re probably too damm tired and lazy to go to school, and personally I&apos;d skip the whole day of school if it wasn&apos;t for bio. I have a reporting to do for Bio class concerning Plant Hormones and their functions. (Plants have hormones? I never knew that....I gotta pay more attention in class) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not in the mood to update on what happened during the TBS, but i&apos;ll just say two things....it was fun yet it sucked. (i&apos;ll probably explain in the next entry)</description>
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  <lj:music>Same ground; Kitchie Nadal</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 12:47:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The person we take forgranted...why?</title>
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  <description>When I read this, I instantly remembered my mom...so to my mom who is curently vacationing in the U.S...I love you so much...and thank you for raising me up in the best way you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you were 1 year old, she fed you &lt;br /&gt;and bathed &lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 years old, she taught &lt;br /&gt;you to &lt;br /&gt;walk. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by running away when &lt;br /&gt;she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 years old, she made all &lt;br /&gt;your &lt;br /&gt;meals with love. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by tossing your plate on &lt;br /&gt;the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4 years old, she gave you &lt;br /&gt;some &lt;br /&gt;crayons. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by coloring the dining &lt;br /&gt;room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5 years old, she dressed &lt;br /&gt;you for &lt;br /&gt;the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by plopping into the &lt;br /&gt;nearest pile &lt;br /&gt;of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6 years old, she walked &lt;br /&gt;you to &lt;br /&gt;school. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by screaming, &quot;I&apos;M NOT &lt;br /&gt;GOING!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7 years old, she bought &lt;br /&gt;you a &lt;br /&gt;baseball. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by throwing it through &lt;br /&gt;the next-&lt;br /&gt;door-neighbor&apos;s window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, she handed &lt;br /&gt;you an &lt;br /&gt;ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by dripping it all over &lt;br /&gt;your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for &lt;br /&gt;piano &lt;br /&gt;lessons. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by never even bothering &lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove &lt;br /&gt;you all &lt;br /&gt;day, &lt;br /&gt;from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday &lt;br /&gt;party &lt;br /&gt;after another. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the &lt;br /&gt;car and &lt;br /&gt;never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took &lt;br /&gt;you and &lt;br /&gt;your friends to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a &lt;br /&gt;different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned &lt;br /&gt;you not &lt;br /&gt;to watch certain TV shows. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by waiting until she left &lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a &lt;br /&gt;haircut that &lt;br /&gt;was becoming. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her she had &lt;br /&gt;no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month &lt;br /&gt;away at &lt;br /&gt;summer camp. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by forgetting to write a &lt;br /&gt;single &lt;br /&gt;letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from &lt;br /&gt;work, &lt;br /&gt;looking for a hug. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by having your bedroom &lt;br /&gt;door &lt;br /&gt;locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how &lt;br /&gt;to drive &lt;br /&gt;her &lt;br /&gt;car. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by taking it every &lt;br /&gt;chance you &lt;br /&gt;could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an &lt;br /&gt;important call. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by being on the phone &lt;br /&gt;all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high &lt;br /&gt;school &lt;br /&gt;graduation. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by staying out partying &lt;br /&gt;until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your &lt;br /&gt;college &lt;br /&gt;tuition, drove you to campus carried your &lt;br /&gt;bags.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying good-bye &lt;br /&gt;outside the &lt;br /&gt;dorm so you wouldn&apos;t be embarrassed in &lt;br /&gt;front of &lt;br /&gt;your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20, she asked whether &lt;br /&gt;you were &lt;br /&gt;seeing anyone. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, &quot;It&apos;s none of &lt;br /&gt;your &lt;br /&gt;business.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 21, she suggested certain &lt;br /&gt;careers &lt;br /&gt;for your future. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, &quot;I don&apos;t want &lt;br /&gt;to be like &lt;br /&gt;you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 22, she hugged you at &lt;br /&gt;your &lt;br /&gt;college graduation. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking whether she &lt;br /&gt;could pay &lt;br /&gt;for a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 23, she gave you &lt;br /&gt;furniture for your &lt;br /&gt;first apartment. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling your friends it &lt;br /&gt;was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24, she met your fiance &lt;br /&gt;and asked &lt;br /&gt;about your plans for the future. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by glaring and &lt;br /&gt;growling, &quot;Muuhh-&lt;br /&gt;ther, please!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for &lt;br /&gt;your &lt;br /&gt;wedding, and she cried and told you how &lt;br /&gt;deeply &lt;br /&gt;she loved you. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by moving halfway &lt;br /&gt;across the &lt;br /&gt;country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30, she called with some &lt;br /&gt;advice &lt;br /&gt;on &lt;br /&gt;the baby. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her, &quot;Things &lt;br /&gt;are &lt;br /&gt;different &lt;br /&gt;now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40, she called to remind &lt;br /&gt;you of a &lt;br /&gt;relative&apos;s birthday. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying you &lt;br /&gt;were &quot;really busy &lt;br /&gt;right now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and &lt;br /&gt;needed you to &lt;br /&gt;take care of her. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by reading about the &lt;br /&gt;burden &lt;br /&gt;parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. &lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came &lt;br /&gt;crashing down &lt;br /&gt;like thunder on YOUR HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 03:22:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Source of strength goes to the U.S</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a while since I updated my lj, and my previous entry was more of a question than a narration. Thanks to the people who gave me their answers either via lj, ym or personally. ^-^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just left for a one month U.S vacation yesterday at 10:30 PM. My tita, who is a flight purser happens to be on that flight, so yeah, probably my aunt (tita Yoying) and my mom will hopefully (I crossed my fingers) be upgraded to Mabuhay or first class...that is if my tita can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tita Yoying plans on living there so yeah, she quit her job at SMART mobile company last week. How about my cosuins? Kuya Dave just graduated and is looking for work (Congrats kuya! ;p) and kuya Marc is in his 3rd year of Physical Therapy in UERMMC, so.....you&apos;d guess that my aunt trusts them enough to leave them alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom plans on comming back after one month, and I&apos;m happy for her that finally she can go the U.S since it has been her dream. So...as of now I&apos;m here at home, managing the house and making sure that my brother does his homework and that my father and brother don&apos;t lock horns if ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&apos;s words before leaving made my heart melt, she told me: &quot;Binks, be strong okay?&quot; You see I have this suicidal tendencies, it would have been okay if it was your normal suicidal tendencies, but no, add to the fact that I have clinical depression which I&apos;m seeking treatment for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_bloddyg&apos; lj:user=&apos;bloddyg&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloddyg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is here to make sure that my sanity doesn&apos;t fall out the window or anything like that. Actually, I&apos;ll be needing him now more than ever because my mom has been my source of strength aside from him, and yeah, I know that it&apos;ll only be for one month, but it will still be a long time becaue honestly, my brother and I have never been really separated from my mom for more than....um...two weeks? Yeah, the maximum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the mean time, I have to make sure that when mom returns, she&apos;ll be proud of what I have done. ;p Wonder what she&apos;ll be bringing home? hmmmmmm. Hehehehe</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 11:56:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Why can&apos;t ex be friends?</title>
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  <description>Subject of this entry: Why can&apos;t exes be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather: Ghastly hot or Humid (Wow! What a choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Cold is overstaying its welcome and sad or down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep status: HA! Less than 8 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven&apos;t had my dose of Jpop or Jrock recently, haven&apos;t had my dose of &lt;i&gt;Yama-kun&lt;/i&gt; *batts eye lashes* or &lt;i&gt;Taki-kun&lt;/i&gt; for that matter. (What is wrong with me? Me? Actually missing Taki and Yama&apos;s performances? WHOA!) Their both graduates already of &lt;i&gt;Johnny&apos;s Jr&lt;/i&gt; so I guess I won&apos;t be seeing them much on &lt;i&gt;Shonen Club&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the main topic of my entry....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend of my friend recently broke off with her without a warning. She was ofcourse heartbroken, I mean they&apos;ve been together for more than a year....actually 2 years and something something months so yeah, pretty long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, despite how hurt you were because of the break up because let&apos;s face it, no matter what we try to do to make the impact of the breakup less painful, it always will (unless you both decided on that long ago) hurt...bad! Why can&apos;t the two people who have been hopelessly in love with eachother before decide to break all ties? I mean you guys DID love one another in some part of your life and you were friends before that, so why break the ties? Why can&apos;t you guys be friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I&apos;ve been through that process of crying over someone and looking back to what you could&apos;ve possibly done wrong, but I did want to become friends with him, because he was a friend before we became anything else and that should mean something...shoudln&apos;t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please answer this question that has been bugging me for a long, long time and I haven&apos;t been satisfied by the answers that were given to me. ;p</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 12:33:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What a guy must know</title>
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  <description>Okay guys on lj...pay attention to this entry. Saw this on friendster bulletin and wanted to share it with you all ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. When a girl says she&apos;s sad, but she&lt;br /&gt;isn&apos;tcrying, it means she&apos;s Crying in her &lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you&apos;ve &lt;br /&gt;done&lt;br /&gt;something wrong, it&apos;s best to Give her &lt;br /&gt;some time&lt;br /&gt;to cool down before touching her heart &lt;br /&gt;with an&lt;br /&gt;Apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.A GIRL CAN&apos;T FIND ANYTHING TO &lt;br /&gt;HATE ABOUT THE&lt;br /&gt;GUY SHE LOVES (WHICH IS WHY IT &lt;br /&gt;IS SO HARD FOR HER&lt;br /&gt;TO &apos;GET OVER HIM&apos;AFTER THE &lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP&apos;S OVER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IF A GIRL LOVES A GUY, HE WILL &lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS BE ON&lt;br /&gt;HER MIND EVERY MINUTE OF THE &lt;br /&gt;DAY, EVEN THOU SHE &lt;br /&gt;FLIRTS WITH OTHER GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and &lt;br /&gt;stares deep&lt;br /&gt;into her eyes, she will Melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but &lt;br /&gt;usually&lt;br /&gt;is not sure how to React to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl &lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;often, a girl would Start thinking the guy &lt;br /&gt;likes&lt;br /&gt;her. So if you treat a girl just as a &lt;br /&gt;Friend, go&lt;br /&gt;easy on the smiles and stare &apos;okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don&apos;t like a girl who likes you, &lt;br /&gt;break&lt;br /&gt;it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you &lt;br /&gt;reject&lt;br /&gt;her, leave her alone For a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2005 04:31:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Starting the relationship over</title>
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  <description>Starting over again is one of the hardest things to do, if not the hardest itself. We commit mistakes over and over again and sometimes we just want to forget the whole thing and start a new...but could it be possible to start things over again in a relationship with the same person? It turns out you can without even hurting the feelings of that person. XD Clueless? Actually, I&apos;ll bother explaining anyway since I just finished going to church, submitted my &lt;i&gt;Parish Involvement form&lt;/i&gt; (Like I need to, the people at the church already knows that I get myself involved XDDD)and I don&apos;t have to study for my &lt;i&gt;Asian Civilization&lt;/i&gt; quiz which involved 47 countries and a whole lot of information since it will be on Wednesday. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I was saying....I seem to have been depressed lately (for the past two months....so to speak) and have been more or less snapping at Miguel aka Miko-chan/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_bloddyg&apos; lj:user=&apos;bloddyg&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloddyg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I thought it was just because of &lt;strike&gt;hormonal imbalance&lt;/strike&gt;, but then again that can&apos;t happen almost every time now can it? Nope. Then, for the past two months I&apos;ve probably tried braking up with him more than anyone has broken up with anyone on their life time. (Kang/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you know this... XP and by the way, I&apos;m thankful for your efforts of trying to keep us together...you&apos;re practically our savior...wait, not practically...YOU ARE ^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about our relationship from my POV was wrong or that something had to be fixed...or something like that..I kept seeing that something wrong with us being together though I couldn&apos;t place my finger on what it was, then, yesterday, Miguel was finally allowed by his parents to drive on his own. He went to Ateneo to pick up his friend and pay him the money he owed him. After going to Ateneo, he went to our house and picked me up to go driving around U.P Campus, just to see how he drove without Kuya Raphael guiding him. After more or less 15 minutes of driving, we went back home...but not without stopping at &lt;i&gt;Dunking Donuts&lt;/i&gt; since I had this craving for that sweet confection. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back home, I asked him to help me with my project interview for my &lt;i&gt;Principles and Techniques in teaching&lt;/i&gt; class. I asked him what kind of stuffs &lt;i&gt;Maki&apos;s teacher&lt;/i&gt; (Maki is his ubber adorable 5 year old brother who is just sooooooooo cute you&apos;d want to just make a fuss out of him XD) does in his class since my project involved interviewing a pre-school teacher, but I&apos;m too damm lazy to do so and hey, I still remember stuffs back when I was in prep. ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he went home, I felt down again and depressed (I suffer from clinical depression), he and I had a long talk last night and as usual, we had some *ahem* arguments, but in the end, I asked him if we ould both start over again. I asked him if we could...how do I out this...start our relationship with a clean slate, in other words &lt;i&gt;manliligaw siya ulit&lt;/i&gt; XD. It&apos;s like this....&lt;i&gt;kami pa rin...but not official until I answer him....again&lt;/i&gt;. Weird, I know but somehow, I have a feeling that&apos;s it&apos;s just what we both need, a start over, but with us on the same slate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, some of the privileges we both had when it was formally &quot;us&quot; is currently stripped off until &lt;i&gt;sagutin ko siya&lt;/i&gt; and for how long is this &quot;ligaw stage part 2&quot;? It will all depend on him. Hehehehehe. ;p</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 06:20:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stressed out</title>
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  <description>I fell so down today, down to the point of depression. Yeah, there I go again, as if that&apos;s any news to you. My project for &lt;i&gt;Asian Civ&lt;/i&gt; class (that is encoding, compiling  and arranging the information on the countries) has gotten me &lt;b&gt;all stressed out&lt;/b&gt; since last week and it&apos;s still continuing today and unless I finish emailing it to my classmates, I&apos;ll still be stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, add to the fact that i&apos;ll have to interview a pre-school teacher for my &lt;i&gt;Principles and Techniques in teaching&lt;/i&gt; class and it has to be submitted on Thursday, and on Friday, a 50 point quiz on the countries! Sheesh. I just felt what it means to be a student, all stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn&apos;t have volunteered for that ******* project and all I get is a measly 20 points. I should&apos;ver told my classmates to submit a finished project because after all, all I had to do was compile....but nooooooooooooooooo, I had to encode and arrange it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm it!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 05:03:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What is love?</title>
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  <description>Friendster is such a wonderful source to finds stuff to post on lj, the ones that have meaning and depth, not the useless and meaningless ones. &lt;i&gt;*cough cough*&lt;/i&gt; Have you ever wondered what love means? Have you tried asking people on what that word means yet still can&apos;t really get answer that satisfies you? Maybe this will help. It&apos;s a bueatiful piece and I hope you&apos;ll take the time to read. Tell me what you think ;p Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is Love? &lt;br /&gt;Love is a slow kiss goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s anticipation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering &lt;br /&gt;that the person at your side is not obligated to do &lt;br /&gt;anything. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is passing up an opportunity because the &lt;br /&gt;time isn&apos;t right yet.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a back massage that starts above the &lt;br /&gt;hairline and ends around the insoles.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not having to say &quot;Let&apos;s make love,&quot; &lt;br /&gt;because you know what the other person wants. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being given an honest chance to say no &lt;br /&gt;when you thought you were committed. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is both of you remembering protection.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a &lt;br /&gt;solemn embrace dissolve into giggles. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being told &quot;Stop and I&apos;ll kill you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is reviewing the damage to your living room &lt;br /&gt;and realizing personal effects are strewn in a &lt;br /&gt;clockwise pattern from the front door to the &lt;br /&gt;bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for &lt;br /&gt;the first time.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the arms around you tightening their &lt;br /&gt;embrace.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought &lt;br /&gt;you knew.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s renewal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you &lt;br /&gt;will let them sleep, and being told they would rather &lt;br /&gt;be woken.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream &lt;br /&gt;you were having asleep on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s where fantasy meets reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s sensuousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy &lt;br /&gt;a queen-sized bed three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-&lt;br /&gt;sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to &lt;br /&gt;your apartment to the right person.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be &lt;br /&gt;back by mutual consent.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is stretching your arms and discovering the &lt;br /&gt;real meaning of the word &quot;sore&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s a lesson in human frailty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding &lt;br /&gt;your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sitting at the window, looking out and &lt;br /&gt;remembering who you were with the night before.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter &lt;br /&gt;storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with &lt;br /&gt;your lover.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is stories that will never be told.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is Music and You!&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Sadame no Hoshi; Hotohori</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Sadame no Hoshi; Hotohori</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 12:06:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Time is the only one capabale of understanding how important love is</title>
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  <description>I saw this beautiful story in my mail, I thought I&apos;d share it all of you because what is written here is true, I guess all those who have expereince &quot;IT&quot; can relate to the story...so..let&apos;s begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all&lt;br /&gt;the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to the feelings that the&lt;br /&gt;island would sink, so all constructed boats and&lt;br /&gt;left. Except for Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to&lt;br /&gt;hold out until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to&lt;br /&gt;ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.&lt;br /&gt;Love said,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Richness, can you take me with you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Richness answered, &quot;No, I can&apos;t. There is a lot of&lt;br /&gt;gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here&lt;br /&gt;for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing&lt;br /&gt;by in a beautiful vessel. &quot;Vanity, please help me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I can&apos;t help you, Love. You are all wet and might&lt;br /&gt;damage my boat,&quot; Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked, &quot;Sadness,&lt;br /&gt;let me go with you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by&lt;br /&gt;myself!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so&lt;br /&gt;happy that she did not even hear when Love called&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, &quot;Come, Love, I will&lt;br /&gt;take you.&quot; It was an elder. So blessed and&lt;br /&gt;overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where&lt;br /&gt;they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the&lt;br /&gt;elder went her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how much was owed the elder,&lt;br /&gt;Love asked Knowledge, another elder, &quot;Who&lt;br /&gt;Helped me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It was Time,&quot; Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Time?&quot; asked Love. &quot;But why did Time help me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and&lt;br /&gt;answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Because only Time is capable of understanding&lt;br /&gt;how valuable Love is.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Tell me where it hurts; MYMP</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Tell me where it hurts; MYMP</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2005 09:58:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Post frome friendster</title>
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  <description>My friend posted this on the friendster bulletin board. This is one thing that set apart a guy who does these things (most if not all). I sallute the guy who can do these. You&apos;re heaven sent &lt;i&gt;pare&lt;/i&gt;. Read on people, this seems mighty interesting. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell her she is beautiful, not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Hold her hand at any moment even if&lt;br /&gt;it just for a&lt;br /&gt;second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up&lt;br /&gt;to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Always tell her how beautiful she is,&lt;br /&gt;no matter&lt;br /&gt;what she&apos;s wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . When she is upset, hold her tight and&lt;br /&gt;tell her&lt;br /&gt;how much&lt;br /&gt;she means to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . Recognize the small things . . . THEY&lt;br /&gt;USUALLY MEAN THE MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Call her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Sing to her no matter how horrible&lt;br /&gt;your voice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . Pick her over all the other girls you&lt;br /&gt;hang out&lt;br /&gt;with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Write her notes. {she loves them}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Introduce her to family and friends as&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . Pick her up, tickle her and play-&lt;br /&gt;wrestle with&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . Sit in the park and just talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid&lt;br /&gt;jokes, just&lt;br /&gt;tell her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Throw pebbles at her window in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of&lt;br /&gt;the night just because you missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . Carve your names into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . If she&apos;s mad at you, apologize&lt;br /&gt;because SHE is&lt;br /&gt;always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . CUDDLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Bring her flowers just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . Treat her the same around your&lt;br /&gt;friends as you&lt;br /&gt;do when&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Let her take as many pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;as she&lt;br /&gt;wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . Slow dance with her, even if there&lt;br /&gt;isn&apos;t any&lt;br /&gt;music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . If your in love with her . . . tell her.&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this post, I don&apos;t know, it made me remeber you, maybe because you do most of the stuffs written here and ha! I&apos;m damm lucky that you&apos;re mine anata-chan. ;p &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Addicted to you; Utada</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Addicted to you; Utada</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2005 12:38:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kang tagges me :P</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;[Bad username: Jpop_princess&amp;quot;]&lt;/b&gt; tagged me XD, so...here are my tops six favorite songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fortune by Nami Tamaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Les Miserable by Gackt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ai no bakayarou by Goto Maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy Summer Wedding by Morning Musume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Careless Whisper (Hyde&apos;s version) by Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I pass this on to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ren_ni_avril&apos; lj:user=&apos;ren_ni_avril&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ren-ni-avril.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ren-ni-avril.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ren_ni_avril&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_bloddyg&apos; lj:user=&apos;bloddyg&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloddyg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_carol_07&apos; lj:user=&apos;carol_07&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://carol-07.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://carol-07.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;carol_07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Star; Fushigi Yuugi</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Star; Fushigi Yuugi</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 10:25:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Homework happy XD</title>
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  <description>If my lj background image seems to be a little bit off course, bear with me for a while because internet is and will currently be my second priority because I want to prioritize my studies and at least, for once in my life get a feel of what it is to be a &lt;b&gt;DEAN&apos;S LIST&lt;/b&gt; so I will try my best, in any way possible to do my best, that&apos;s why studies go first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I&apos;m updating my lj is because I&apos;m currently researching about this unknown country &lt;i&gt;Maldives&lt;/i&gt; for my &lt;i&gt;Asian Civilization&lt;/i&gt; Class which I&apos;m really very happy with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not being able to have a classmate that was your former classmate back in most subjects. I feel like an outcast and sadly, my defense mechanism is unleashed once again, but I&apos;ll probably not look &lt;i&gt;mataray&lt;/i&gt; (as they say) when I have someone who I can say is my friend in class...currently making some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaks are fun for me because I get to be with Max, Kangbon (mishu dearest)/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Lola/Kru-kru (I rarely get to see you lola :c)/ &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_carol_07&apos; lj:user=&apos;carol_07&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://carol-07.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://carol-07.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;carol_07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Marrah (who happens to be my classmate in Asian Civilization). Frances/Fru-fru and Naida! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I seem to be becoming *ahem* obsessed with the song &lt;i&gt;Careless whisper&lt;/i&gt;....Hyde&apos;s version mind you and I&apos;ll forever be scared with the mental images. XD Nyahahaha.</description>
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  <lj:music>careless whisper; Hyde</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">careless whisper; Hyde</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2005 11:11:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ole!</title>
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  <description>This computer of ours at home is definitely trying my patience and I do mean TRYING! X-( *hiss hiss* Only less than a week left and I&apos;m off for school. I&apos;m really excited mind you...don&apos;t know why considering the fact that I don&apos;t even know anyone from my section in my course...well, expect for Lianne that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are classmates in the same course which is &lt;i&gt;Communication Arts&lt;/i&gt; while I&apos;m stuck in &lt;i&gt;Child Development Education&lt;/i&gt; aka CDE. I&apos;m not complaining really, I mean I think I like the course and hopefully I&apos;ll be able to at least get a final average of 4! (Although dreaming to be a Dean&apos;s list is not bad really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad&apos;s on my case about my grade and thinks I was such a slacker back in my second sem last year...well, yeah, I admit that I was a slacker back then (probably the reason why he was so uptight when I wanted to go out), but this time I have to prove to him that I can (hopefully) get a better grade than what he&apos;s crediting me so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what have I been up to recently since I&apos;m not too keen on updating my lj now and then unlike before...so what&apos;s up? Well, I&apos;ve been sleeping a whole lot. (yeah, sloth me XD) My parents just bought this aroma therapy from France that my unlce was endorsing. My parents bought the &lt;i&gt;Lavande&lt;/i&gt; scent because that&apos;s suppose to help us relax and get a deep sleep (aka sleep with no dreams) and yeah...it does work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m quite interested in their product and the facts they told us so next time a whole lj entry is going to be dedicated for that. ^-^</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2005 02:23:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Friday galore</title>
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  <description>Well, Friday has come and gone. It seemed almost like another friday night, but having the people I care for and love (though some were missing) under one roof was something that made the night wonderful. Ren/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ren_ni_avril&apos; lj:user=&apos;ren_ni_avril&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ren-ni-avril.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ren-ni-avril.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ren_ni_avril&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Frances aka Fru-fru were the only ones there because Kang/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; couldn&apos;t come because of some house problem (?), Carol aka Lola Kru-kru was still in Dubai, Naida has a long week of outing and Marrah...well....she was...*ahem* currently not in her self....^-^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I still had fun even though it was just the 3 of them, but I know we could&apos;ve had more fun if we were complete...ne? Miguel/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_bloddyg&apos; lj:user=&apos;bloddyg&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://bloddyg.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloddyg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was also there looking ravishingly bishounen who brought Chocolate cake. (I don&apos;t know if he&apos;s trying to make me fat &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Awwwww. As if I don&apos;t have that problem and I have a wedding to attend...still, I love cakes and I couldn&apos;t resist chocolate cake ;P hehehehehe) Oh yeah, Fru-fru brought chocolate mousse which was already half eaten by the end of the night by my cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming guys! It means a whole lot to me, and for those who couldn&apos;t come (that means Kang/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Naida, Marrah and Lola Kru-kru)...well, Katipunan has a ton of restaurants we can go to and have fun...just like old times. &amp;gt;D Hehehehehe,</description>
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  <lj:music>Yakusoku wa Iranai; Escaflowne</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2005 09:09:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Amidst the blue sky</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;*Whew!*&lt;/i&gt; Last night was the worst attack of my hormonal imbalance/ depression (whichever). Honestly, I find myself having that kind of attack every time of the month, one of the reasons why it sucks to be a woman...&lt;i&gt;*boo*hiss*hiss*&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ick!* Tomorrow&apos;s the day I slave over a hot stove all afternoon long...and my brother is making me listen to a &lt;i&gt;Korn&lt;/i&gt; song, &lt;i&gt;Freak on a Leash&lt;/i&gt; which...is well...okay. Probably because I got used to hearing Heavy Metal at home because of my brother. I don&apos;t really dislike them...in a odd twist of events, you&apos;ll be surprised to know that I do like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Grade school or College, you wouldn&apos;t find me listening to those types of music, but now, you will. Surprising, isn&apos;t it? &amp;gt;D Years do change you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, but a particular horn has been blowing from time to time...I dunno if it&apos;s just to annoy or what, but if it&apos;s to annoy the people on our Village..well, they&apos;re succeeding because I&apos;m irritated.</description>
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  <lj:music>Freak on a leash; Korn</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 11:47:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hormonal imbalance sucks!</title>
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  <description>&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; I HATE MY LIFE! There I go again, ranting and ranting about useless stuffs...as if you&apos;d care anyway. Stupid depression. I don&apos;t know whether it&apos;s just plain depression or it&apos;s just plain hormonal imbalance. Sucks! But whatever it is, I&apos;m sure not all jolly and giddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, already enrolled in Miriam, 2nd year Child Development Education or CDE. My latest class is at 4:30-6:00. Grrr, not again, and to make matters worse, I have &lt;i&gt;Biological Sciences&lt;/i&gt;, maybe I&apos;ll enjoy, maybe I won&apos;t...who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have &lt;i&gt;Retorika&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Communication Skills&lt;/i&gt; (which refuses to leave me alone!!) For Physical Education...heard we were going to have &lt;i&gt;Arnis....&lt;/i&gt; true? Dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually can&apos;t wait for school to start because first of all I don&apos;t get to think about stuffs which I shouldn&apos;t think about or problem myself with, second I get to stay most of the time away from home cooked meals (which means diet &amp;gt;D) and.....and...that&apos;s it I guess, oh yeah, I&apos;ll be away from home which means I&apos;ll be able to appreciate it better.</description>
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  <lj:music>Vivid Colors; L&apos;Arc~En~Ciel</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2005 05:07:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Money matters....*sigh* not again</title>
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  <description>Tomorrow it&apos;s time for me to enroll once again, and money is flushed out of my parents&apos; pockets again! My College charges too high and the reason? To compensate for the lack of students.... errrr...is that right? I mean, don&apos;t get me wrong, it&apos;s not that I hate my school or anything, but it&apos;s just that I hate the fact that it costs too much to study there and well, the education is not like what it was before (obviously change had an effect). The Colleges and Universities keep increasing their tuition and what can the government do? &lt;b&gt;NADA&lt;/b&gt; as in &lt;b&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;CHED&lt;/i&gt;, if I&apos;m not mistaken gave the school&apos;s full authority to pull up their tuitions, but will be questioned if they did, but there isn&apos;t really any need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government should put a stop to this, I mean the people are not getting any richer here! Hello! And to add to that, the basic &lt;i&gt;Jeepney fare&lt;/i&gt; will be P7.50, that&apos;s a P2.00 increase...sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m only day away before Friday, the glorious &lt;i&gt;handaan&lt;/i&gt; for me and my brother&apos;s upcoming birthdays on the 23rd and 26th. My parents don&apos;t want it on a weekend since they&apos;ll be out (perfectly understandable) and some of my friends from CSB will be having classes already on May 23 (Booo!!). My task? Well, is to invite minimal number of people (as if 21 friends and relatives is minimal) and I have to budget food cost (EEEK). *sigh* I need help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom suggested cooking &lt;i&gt;baked Macaroni&lt;/i&gt; (the undying baked mac), &lt;i&gt;Shrimp&lt;/i&gt; and...oh I don&apos;t know. I made a list though of possible food to eat, however, my mom has to approve it. I listed down all the ingredients so she could more or less estimate which need a whole lot of money to get done. :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that&apos;s it for me. I gotta dash off, still have my dentist appointement and oh... Kangbon dearest (my ever lovable pangga)/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_yssa&apos; lj:user=&apos;yssa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yssa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yssa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Ren-ren/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ren_ni_avril&apos; lj:user=&apos;ren_ni_avril&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ren-ni-avril.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ren-ni-avril.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ren_ni_avril&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Marrah, Fru-fru, Naida...you guys inform me if your comming! YOU HAVE TO COME! ;p Hehehehe.</description>
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  <lj:music>Fortune; Nami tamaki</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 10:54:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Concerning Gerard Salonga&apos;s wedding</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;Divina Juanita Francisco&lt;i&gt; just married her &lt;b&gt;&quot;best friend&quot;&lt;/b&gt; renowned musician &lt;/i&gt;Gerard Salonga&lt;/i&gt; last Sunday May 8, 2005 at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santuari De San Antonio church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in Forbes Park Makati. The wedding seemed emotional for both parties involved (Gerard was in tears when he was taking his vow...so I heard) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, which remind me...Fru-fru, the wife of Gerard Salonga looks almost exactly like you! O_O GASP! How come you have a lot of look alikes Fru-fru? ...wonder wonder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Kang/&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jpop_princess&apos; lj:user=&apos;jpop_princess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jpop-princess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jpop_princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, here&apos;s a pic of Maki (Miguel&apos;s youngest sibling) in barong tagalog (ubber cute if you ask me. ~.~) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v460/katsushi/LeaandGerard.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v460/katsushi/94ace5c3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Para Que Lavida; Enrique Iglesias</lj:music>
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