<?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-7912252773419699992</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:39:48.144-08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='movie line'/><category term='kaartehannipinks'/><category term='personal'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='facts'/><category term='story&apos;s'/><category term='poems'/><category term='boys vs girls'/><category term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>--iTs PiNkyKaY's LiFe--</title><subtitle type='html'>"LIFE IS ICE ENJOY IT BEFORE IT MELTS"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-3264480647611295184</id><published>2010-11-09T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:16:06.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers Again -  Toby Keith</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; 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MHUAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----------..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know what to say pa,you know naman na i'm not a writer and i think you already feel how much we love you!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-5563465940037595256?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/5563465940037595256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=5563465940037595256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/5563465940037595256'/><link 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template ;)...i will try update you na from time to time hehe,..  :D&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6020997943810721271?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6020997943810721271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6020997943810721271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6020997943810721271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6020997943810721271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-blog-template.html' title='..New Blog template..'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4427413943463745846</id><published>2010-03-15T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:30:15.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>..Mt.Romelo(known as Mt.Famy)..</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised, please visit my multiply site for you to be able to see all our pictures taken when we are on our hiking and camping at Mt.Romelo in Laguna, "it was an unforgettable moment for us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link :&lt;a href="http://pinkytorquise.multiply.com/photos"&gt;http://pinkytorquise.multiply.com/photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;Pinky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4427413943463745846?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4427413943463745846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4427413943463745846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4427413943463745846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4427413943463745846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2010/03/mtromeloknown-as-mtfamy.html' title='..Mt.Romelo(known as Mt.Famy)..'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-141739986480932026</id><published>2010-03-05T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:23:33.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>..Mountain Climbing...</title><content type='html'>hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to share with what am i feeling ryt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ,its my officemates decision na umakyat ng bundok for the experience daw, so ito ako now sa office super excited kasi nga nmn its my first time na umakyat sa bundok, halo halong emosyon ang nararamdaman ko now dko alam kung anu ang mga mangyayare samin mamaya wish us gudlak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please don't forget to GUIDE us...Iloveyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our location daw will be in Mt.Remolo in Famy, Laguna..hayss am so excited na tlaga,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our trip, will post some pics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-141739986480932026?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-6320301044703080781</id><published>2010-01-29T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:22:45.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>--Nonwork: on Love &amp; Relationship (funny but True =).)--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The guy who loves his mom will be a good boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="post_content"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why? Because if he has  high respect for his mother, he will have high respect for women. (ehem…)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t give everything away. Leave some things a mystery. Guys love conquest. If you already give your all, wala ng something to look forward to sa relationship nyo. And the guy will become kampante. Assure him of your love and faithfulness, but warn him too: “umayos ka diyan! You can lose me anytime…”. BIG PAGKAKAIBA: What a girl needs most is love. What a guy needs most is respect. The most important thing for a girl is her heart. For a guy its his ego. Give your man his own time and space. Let him have his time for his friends, sports, family, self, and God. The relationship will grow old quickly if lagi kayong magkasama. Give him time to miss you and you’ll see how he will love you more. If the guy naman is obsessed and just wants to be with you all the time, tell him you cant respect a “puppy” for long. Do things differently anytime. Para kahit matagal na kayo, there is always something fresh and new. Variety is the spice of life. Exciting baga? Discover something you both like to do and enjoy it TWOgether. Doon naman sa mga bagay na magkaiba ang hilig nyo, compliment each other by learning about it kahit konti. If you love someone, yung effort nyo to try will go a looooong way to understanding him later pag may disagreement kayo. Pray with holding hands. Sounds corny noh? Maybe, but its very powerful. Pag may takot sa Diyos ang boyfriend,mo, kampante ka na di ka nya lolokohin, because he knows God sees everything he does in secret. Ikaw na ang magkusa that before you part after date, with hold hands and eyes closed, pray to God to bless you two. Believe me it’s effective. Kailanman, di corny ang magdasal. Never think “mababago ko sya pag kami na…”. Only God can change a person, and only if that person wants to. Even God cannot steer parked cars. Believe in “Magic”. Kahit di minsan practical o walang logical na dahilan, o matrabaho, o sounds crazy sa iba, do sweet little things for the one you love kahit magmukha ka ng timang. The memories will be fun to recall later in life. The corniest song o gift o letter (aminin mo) ang laging kabog! True love brings out the best in each other. Find something good in your boyfriend and nurture it, encourage it and syempre, ENJOY it. It’s healthy to fight. Doon nyo lang maaayos ang mga differences nyo at natetest ang tatag ng relationship. Doon mo rin sya makikilala ng mabuti. Its called test of fire. Di mahalaga how dalas you fight. What matters is how often you make bati. Mas nakakatakot yung relasyong sobrang perfect at laging masaya. One big fight and that’s it! And diba mas kilig yung malambing na… “uy, bati na tayo…”. But don’t overdo it. Kakapagod naman din na lagi na lang manuyo o magsori. Choose the battles na papatulan mo. The little issues, palampasin na. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Daraan sa iba’t-ibang stages ang love especially pag matagal na kayo. Grow with it. Don’t expect him to be like nung una. ‘Coz like a student, di na ituturo sa grade 6 yung lessons na pang-grade 2. Change WILL happen… you both will change and your love WILL change too. It’s up to you na lang if the change will be for the better or for the worse. Life is about growth. Grow with it. When break up comes and it’s time to say goodbye, don’t doubt the love just because it didn’t last. May mga bagay sa buhay na di man nagtatagal, it doesn’t mean di na ito totoo. Some good things are just never meant to las t forever. Okay lang yon. Bless the parting and move on. (Mastery) Expect tears, sorrow, sleepless nights and pain. Ika nga “it’s when you hurt the worse that you love the MOST.” Kung di ka willing masaktan, wag ka na lang magmahal. (Sapul) Life is a balance. And love is both holding on and letting go. Know when to fight for your man and when to let him go. God will guide you kung anong dapat gawin sa kung anong sitwasyon. So dapat mataas ang signal ng langit sa cellfone ng puso mo to know His wisdom. . ( Sana mabasa mo ito… oo ikaw…) Do things right. Di totoong masarap ang bawal gaya ng sabi ng iba. Kasi may kabayaran yon later. Corny ang madali. Paghirapan mong gawin ang tama at totoo and one day ikaw din ang aani ng bunga nito. DATE IDEAS: A walk in the park, along the bay area watching the sunset, biking sa big, open spaces, stargaze at night sa ibabaw ng bubong, jog @ 5 am and wait for the sunrise, singing with a guitar (or a walkman) under a tree’s shade sharing hopia and siomai (yikes!). Wag lagi sa mall. Involve nature. The best things in life pa rin ay free. Di kailangan gumasta ng malaki para sumaya o maging romantic. Be creative. Honesty is the best policy… ika nga ni Jimmy Santos. Pero laging nasa timing at paraan ng pagsasabi ang technique. Pag malumanay mong sasabihin sakin na ipagpapalit mo na ako sa iba o papatayin mo na ko sa sobrang gigil, Gosh! Mato-touch pa ko! May lambing eh! Don’t NAG. Sabi ng don’t nag eh! Sabi ko don’t nag, don’t nag, don’t naaaaaaggg!!! Yung effort, sa kahit anong gawain o effort mo ay laging 2 billion ganda/pogi points yan. Do little surprises every now and then. PARA SO HAPPY TWO-GETHER!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; received this email from my yahoo account,.&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6320301044703080781?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6320301044703080781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6320301044703080781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6320301044703080781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6320301044703080781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2010/01/nonwork-on-love-relationship-funny-but.html' title='--Nonwork: on Love &amp; Relationship (funny but True =).)--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4384397780103354669</id><published>2010-01-24T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:35:31.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Life in Canada for Engr. Ene Viba and Family</title><content type='html'> &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 		A:link { so-language: zxx } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;a name="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                It's not required, but how could you say NO if a client of mine sent me a round trip ticket to Bohol and requested me to personally deliver their visa instead of them going to Manila? And that my client insisted saying that he will be celebrating his birthday and he wanted me to be there?Yes it was my client  Engr.Ene Viba  who invite me to Bohol country side tour,after I have deliver their Permanent Residence Visa fresh from Canadian Embassy-Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S1z0_vTXxTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GQmKIyFm2a8/s1600-h/cimg4825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S1z0_vTXxTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GQmKIyFm2a8/s320/cimg4825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430484626568627506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429409899361630162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ms.Pinky Cardillo together with Eng. Ene Viba and Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Engr. Ene Viba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; applied as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;University Professor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . His wife is also an engineer by profession. They will be  Moving to Canada this April 2010.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;There story's tells us, that a qualified applicant must know when to apply. And to never let an opportunity pass by, despite all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you put your mind to it and do your best, good things can happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that opportunities may knock but only once, and if he does not do anything about it, his opportunity may be lost forever.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, too, can be one them. But remember, deal with legitimate consulting firms and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gatewaytocanada.com/2010/01/canada-immigration-lawyer.html"&gt;Canada Immigration Lawyers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;a name="fullpost5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="fullpost4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="fullpost3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="fullpost2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="fullpost1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are interested to live and work in Canada, too, find out if you are eligible. Kindly send me your updated resume for the initial assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have at least 1 year work experience in one of more of the list of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamofcanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/38-high-demand-occupations-canada.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;38 High Demand Occupations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you are eligible for Canadian Permanent Residents Visa application under the Federal Skilled workers Class.&lt;br /&gt;If you can do a good job in proving your proficiency &lt;b&gt;in English&lt;/b&gt; and have and &lt;b&gt;4 years work experience&lt;/b&gt; in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamofcanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/38-high-demand-occupations-canada.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;38 High Demand Occupations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you have a very good case for Visa processing and it is almost certain that you will be successful in your application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should find the time to learn your options.attend our FREE ORIENTATION SEMINAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our seminar schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coastal Mall Office&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Immigration Consultancy Office&lt;br /&gt;Ground Floor Uniwide Coastal Mall&lt;br /&gt;Pranaque City&lt;br /&gt;every:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 10am&lt;br /&gt;(FREE SEMINAR - and Look for Ms.Pinky Cardillo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can email me at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span lang="zxx"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pcardillo@go2canada.ph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pcardillo@go2canada.ph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or you may &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;call/text&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; me at 0910-3483053,3011060 loc.8412 for the reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4384397780103354669?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4384397780103354669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4384397780103354669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4384397780103354669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4384397780103354669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-life-in-canada-for-engr.html' title='New Year, New Life in Canada for Engr. Ene Viba and Family'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S1z0_vTXxTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GQmKIyFm2a8/s72-c/cimg4825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2138343238657491256</id><published>2009-12-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:32:59.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>..my day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"SomE Pics TakeN on My Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;well,, yesterday i just spending my bday in a mall,together with my mama and ela (my sistah)..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;below are some pictures of ours.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WR-xr-ULI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TUivQCiDwHE/s1600-h/cimg4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WR-xr-ULI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TUivQCiDwHE/s320/cimg4390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423901833913323698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WSa7atpnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yHcFAMEPJ0o/s1600-h/cimg4366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WSa7atpnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yHcFAMEPJ0o/s320/cimg4366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423902317561620082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WSr6Azb9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/mSzWL3Wiahs/s1600-h/cimg4365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WSr6Azb9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/mSzWL3Wiahs/s320/cimg4365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423902609242288082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(lunch at   bacolod chicken inasal "treat ni mama"hihi)..nwei thanks for the treat ma,mhuah)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2138343238657491256?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2138343238657491256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=2138343238657491256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2138343238657491256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2138343238657491256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day.html' title='..my day..'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0WR-xr-ULI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TUivQCiDwHE/s72-c/cimg4390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8058769567620794552</id><published>2009-12-27T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:25:43.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Its My Birthday--</title><content type='html'>Haysss!..today i celebrated 21st Birthday.. am here in the office right now,and bring some foods for my officemate, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my mom will treat me for a dinner later ;) hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,thank you for the another year,.iloveyousomuch!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wish to have a solid and strong health not just for me, but for my family and friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wish to meet a new friend ;) (winkwink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wish to find a person,who can .....;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8058769567620794552?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8058769567620794552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8058769567620794552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8058769567620794552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8058769567620794552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-birthday.html' title='--Its My Birthday--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7292150552423992180</id><published>2009-12-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:00:01.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Do You Know? - Interesting Facts--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/Szbj-vXrdGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cnEW9--GiAI/s1600-h/Do+u+know.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/Szbj-vXrdGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cnEW9--GiAI/s320/Do+u+know.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419769868594148450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOPED&lt;/span&gt; is the short term for 'Motorized Pedaling'.&lt;br /&gt;02. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POP MUSIC&lt;/span&gt; is 'Popular Music' shortened.&lt;br /&gt;03. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUS&lt;/span&gt; is the short term for 'Omnibus' that means everybody.&lt;br /&gt;04. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FORTNIGHT&lt;/span&gt; comes from 'Fourteen Nights' (Two Weeks).&lt;br /&gt;05. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DRAWING ROOM&lt;/span&gt; was actually a 'withdrawing room' where people withdrew after Dinner. Later the prefix 'with' was dropped..&lt;br /&gt;06. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEWS&lt;/span&gt; refers to information from Four directions N, E, W and S..&lt;br /&gt;07. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AG-MARK&lt;/span&gt;, which some products bear, stems from 'Agricultural Marketing'.&lt;br /&gt;08. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOURNAL&lt;/span&gt; is a diary that tells about 'Journey for a day' during each Day's business.&lt;br /&gt;09. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;QUEUE&lt;/span&gt; comes from 'Queen's Quest'. Long back a long row of people as waiting to see the Queen. Someone made the comment Queen's Quest..&lt;br /&gt;10. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIPS&lt;/span&gt; come from 'To Insure Prompt Service'. In olden days to get Prompt service from servants in an inn, travelers used to drop coins in a Box on which was written 'To Insure Prompt Service'. This gave rise to the custom of Tips.&lt;br /&gt;11. —&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JEEP&lt;/span&gt; is a vehicle with unique Gear system. It was invented during World War II (1939-1945). It was named 'General Purpose Vehicle (GP)'.GP was changed into JEEP later.&lt;br /&gt;12. —Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;13. —The most common name in the world is Mohammed..&lt;br /&gt;14. —The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;15. —The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;16. —TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row ! of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;17. —Women blink nearly twice as much as men!!&lt;br /&gt;18. —You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;19. —It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;20. —People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, your heart stops for a millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;21. —It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;22. —The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language. If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die.&lt;br /&gt;23. —Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history.&lt;br /&gt;—Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;—Clubs - Alexander the Great,&lt;br /&gt;—Hearts – Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;—Diamonds - Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;24. —Horse Statue in a Park…&lt;br /&gt;—If a statue of a person in the park on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle.&lt;br /&gt;—If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle&lt;br /&gt;—If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;25. —What do bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers and laser printers all have in common? Ans. - All invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;26. —A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;27. —A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;28. —All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;29. —Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;30. —Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;31. —In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;32. —On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;33. —Shakespeare invented the word 'assassination' and 'bump'.&lt;br /&gt;34. —Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;35. —The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;36. —The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;37. —The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;38. —Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants.&lt;br /&gt;39. —Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;40. —The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;br /&gt;41. —Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reblogged from &lt;a href="http://icepice.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know-interesting-facts.html"&gt;icepice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7292150552423992180?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7292150552423992180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7292150552423992180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-5420803520039074250</id><published>2009-12-16T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:11:20.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>...:'(....</title><content type='html'>"Don't be too confident when someone tells you that they like you the real question is, "Until when?"Because sadly,like seasons,people change and so do their feelings." :'(sad!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-5420803520039074250?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/5420803520039074250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-5188053273170451859</id><published>2009-12-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:32:00.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_-everything I Own_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh...&lt;br /&gt;You sheltered me from harm&lt;br /&gt;Kept me warm, kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;You gave my life to me&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, set me free&lt;br /&gt;The finest years I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;Were all the years I had with you&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything I own&lt;br /&gt;Give up my life, my heart, my home&lt;br /&gt;I would give ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you once again&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything I own&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you once again&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything I own&lt;br /&gt;Give up my life, my heart, my home&lt;br /&gt;I would give ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you once again&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything I own&lt;br /&gt;Give up my life, my heart, my home&lt;br /&gt;I would give ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Give up my life, my heart, my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rything, ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rything, ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rything, ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rything, ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;love her version so much!..rock/reggae type of everything i own ;)..this song is one of themesong from the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0976222/"&gt;Bandslam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SxntTqtQRGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/eRbjTjIZhFA/s320/watermark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411617349399757922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my edited pics with watermark,. i was surprised n magagawa ko sya, so i just want to share it with you guys!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;watermark- &lt;/span&gt;Also referred to as simply watermarking, a pattern of bits inserted into a digital image, audio or video file that identifies the file's copyright information (author, rights, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2894984000084270981?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SxntTqtQRGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/eRbjTjIZhFA/s72-c/watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1029536606923887721</id><published>2009-11-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:21:28.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaartehannipinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>---1 month to go!!--</title><content type='html'>its been awhile since i posted an entry on this blog,(panu kasi wala ako maisip ilagay haha)... now here i am again,may  kaartehan na2man akong  naisip ko today...hayss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is november 27,2009,and 1 month nalang , i will be turning 21yrs old na,..:'( OMG!! i'm getting older na haha,.. anyway i still thankful to GOD padin.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only 1month to enjoy as Twenteen One ;)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepey!! :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1029536606923887721?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1029536606923887721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1029536606923887721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1029536606923887721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1029536606923887721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-month-to-go.html' title='---1 month to go!!--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-610419414890999332</id><published>2009-10-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:40:52.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>---I BeLong--</title><content type='html'>anyway, just read the blog of &lt;a href="http://moymoypalaboyproductions.blogspot.com/"&gt;rodafill of momoypalaboy&lt;/a&gt; and its fun reading his post, but there's one post that get my attention it is about the "iba't ibang klase ng babae" :D,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. and i think i belong to the ff..see below ;)repost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One-of-the-boys. Sila yung&lt;/span&gt; “ideal bestfriend.” Cowboy ba... Pwedeng biru-biruin, masarap kasama sa inuman, naiintindihan ang kalokohan at kaberdehan ng kalalakihan, madalas gumamit ng “tsong” at “pare” pag kausap mo. Pero sila rin yung hindi nagsasalita sa totoong nararamdaman nila. Ingat din ang mga boys sa mga ganitong girls- lalo na pag nahuhulog na pala sa inyo. Kawawa sila pag nasaktan. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Super Friendly&lt;/span&gt;. By the word itself, friendly siya sa lahat. Napakabait, Napakadaling i-aproach napakalawak ng pang-unawa on things. Masarap hingan ng payo. Pero minsan namimisinterpret ng iba. Aakalain ng guy na may gusto sa kanya si super friendly. Lalo na sa pagmimisinterpret sa kanila ng girls dahil pinagchichismisan sya ng masama, siguro kinaiinggitan kasi. Ang hirap din minsan ng masyadong mabait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Babaeng-Bakla&lt;/span&gt;. Isa sa pinakagusto kong personality ng babae. Tipong laughtrip lagi pag kasama mo.. Hindi maarte, bulgar kung bulgar magsalita pero nasa timing. Punong puno ng humor. At minsan kung pikon ka maiinis ka sa pang-ookray niya pero ok lang yun lambing lang niya iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Camwhore.&lt;/span&gt; Wala naman kinalaman to about sa pagkarir, share ko lang.. Sila yung kahit saan mapunta eh magpipicture ng sarili niya maya’t maya. Kahit di na sa kanya yung celfone puro mukha na nia ang laman. Iba-ibang anggulo pa pero magulo naman karamihan ng kuha. Pipiliting iphotoshop pero lalo lang sumasama. Tapos yung karamihang kuha naman eh nakaside lang yung mukha. Nakakapeke kasi ang ganung posing, nakakapagpaganda. Tapos di pa makukuntento may mga kuha ding nasa taas yung cam and nakaside pa din. Kasi nakakapayat yun, diba? Uuuyyy gagawin na nila yan lagi hehehe.. Daming picture sa fs, fb or multiply na puro mukha lang naman... na naka-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............so what do you think???....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-610419414890999332?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/610419414890999332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=610419414890999332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/610419414890999332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/610419414890999332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-belong.html' title='---I BeLong--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7949761373236002828</id><published>2009-10-22T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:46:51.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--- I aM onLy OnE  ----</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am only one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy still I am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still I can do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not refuse to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the something i can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7949761373236002828?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7949761373236002828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7949761373236002828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7949761373236002828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7949761373236002828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-only-one.html' title='--- I aM onLy OnE  ----'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2810438842448968852</id><published>2009-10-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:02:31.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>-- walang magawa---</title><content type='html'>hay, nku am here sa office now, and sobrang nakkatamd at nkakaantok, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya, pra mabawasan antok ko i spent time  to read this blog .http://alasais.wordpress.com/piltrip/#comment-3297&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nku! super nkakatuwa, nkakarelate tlga ako..i enjoy it so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang!..share ko lng yung ginagawa ko today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2810438842448968852?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2810438842448968852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=2810438842448968852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2810438842448968852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2810438842448968852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/walang-magawa.html' title='-- walang magawa---'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8067956815345610205</id><published>2009-10-12T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:29:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>----OctObeR 13,1988 ---</title><content type='html'>Today is October 13,2009, my mama and papa celebrated their 21st wedding anniversary,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to greet them a&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; happy 21st wedding anniversary we love you so much&lt;/span&gt;..:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8067956815345610205?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8067956815345610205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8067956815345610205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8067956815345610205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8067956815345610205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-131988.html' title='----OctObeR 13,1988 ---'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-856612701010396492</id><published>2009-10-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:50:46.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--- Message from my old friend --</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip kong hiramin ang phone ni mama,..(note:gamit ng mama ko ung pinaka una kong sim simula nung nagka cp ako )..habng nasa akin phone ni mama, i decided na basahin lahat ng text sakin ng mga klasmate ko from 1st yr highschool hanggang 1styr college,.den nkita ko tong mesage na to from one of my klasmate--actually i forgot na kung sinu yung klasmate ko n un ei huhuhuh how sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---nung time n magkatext kmi nung klasmate ko i remember,ngdrama ako saknya na naiinis n ako sa mga nangaasar sakin  at nanlalait sakin,..bsta naalala ko nagsabi pa ako na,.darating ang araw,..makakaganti din ako dun sa mga taong,..nanlalait sakin drama effect lang haha,.--&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;den e2 yung text nya sakin hayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Lam mu ang panlalait n un part lng ng lyf yan,nangyayare tlga ung mga ganun2 make u a much better person! lam mu  bang marami akong natutunan sau,kaya kung magbabago k nang ganyan eh d para na ring mali ung mga gnawa q sa buhay q n s tignin q ay naging dhilan ng pagkakaroon  q ng lkas ng loob  and nagpabgo ng buhay ko!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at e2 pa yung isang text nya na malupit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Marami kaya! kasi gni2 un un lam mu bng ndi aq ganun ka-social n tao bago kita nakila2 aq ung tpong pag ndi kinakausap ndi din magsasalit!!basta my cnbi k sakin one time n narealize qng tma ka kaya i do break d shell of my old being and begin something n mas interactive ung ganun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh db?!ka touch ung msg nya sakin dats y until now nkasave yan sa inbox ko hayyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-856612701010396492?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/856612701010396492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=856612701010396492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/856612701010396492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/856612701010396492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/message-from-my-old-friend.html' title='--- Message from my old friend --'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2053435772761461781</id><published>2009-10-09T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:15:52.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>--Bob Ong's Quotable Quotes--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;      (so meaningful and i love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hinahanap mo nga ba ako o ang kawalan ko?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ang dahilan kung bakit hindi ka dapat magmahal ng dalawang tao sa parehong panahon ay katulad ng kung bakit hindi ka pwede magsuot ng sapatos na hindi magkapares sa parehong oras. posible pero pangit tignan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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;br /&gt;"pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga sususnod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hindi lang dahil sa manhid ka eh ayos na.para kang bato,hindi ka nga nasasaktan pero nakakasakit ka naman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lahat naman ng tao sumeseryoso pag tinamaan ng pagmamahal. Yun nga lang, hindi lahat matibay para sa temptasyon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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;"Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang taong malapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;"minsan, para ka palang nagmahal ng pader. habang mas pinagdidiinan mo itulak ang sarili mo, mas nasasaktan ka. pero siya, 'di pa rin natitinag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay lang lumaki ng lumaki, tumangkad, at tumanda ng walang nalalaman... kung puno ka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ang babae ay parang mga pulis. kahit hawak na nila ang lahat ng ebidensya sa mundo, gusto pa rin nilang marinig na aminin mo ang totoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kahit anong bagal mo kung di ka naman niya gustong habulin, hindi ka niya maaabutan.. kahit mag stop over ka pa”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” 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;” Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” 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. 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? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organ. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang Pagibig parang elevator lang yan, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ang sarili mo kung wala nang lugar para sa'yo? eh meron namang hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maraming Tao Dito Ang Mas Malungkot Pa Sa Taong Nakatira Sa Buwan. Saka Hindi Naman Kailangan Ang Maraming Tao Para Bumuo Ng Mundo E. Minsan Isang Tao Lang Ang Kasama Mo, Buo Na Ang Mundong Kailangan Mo Habambuhay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“PAKAWALAN MO UNG MGA BAGAY NA NAKAKASAKIT SA YO KAHIT NA PINASASAYA KA NITO ,WAG MONG HINTAYIN UNG ARAW NA SAKIT NA LANG NARARMDAMAN MO AT INIWAN K NA NG KASIYAHAN MO ....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“maraming teacher sa labas ng mundo, desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo......”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag.iisa , kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyung.bilyong tao sa mundo , wala man lang nakipag.laban upang makasama ka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mag-aral maigi. Kung titigil ka sa pag-aaral, manghihinayang ka pagtanda mo dahil hindi mo naranasan ang kakaibang ligayang dulot ng mga araw na walang pasok o suspendido ang klase o absent ang teacher.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mangarap ka at abutin mo ito.&lt;br /&gt;Wag mong sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta o mga lumilipad na ipis.Kung may pagkukulang sa'yo ang mga magulang mo, pwede kang manisi at mag rebelde... tumigil ka sa pag aaral, mag drugs ka at magpakulay ng buhok sa kilikili.&lt;br /&gt;Sa bandang huli, ikaw din ang biktima... Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minsan Kailangan mo din pala ng lakas para sabihing mahina ka"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ang tao, aminado naman yan sa mga kasalanan nila..pero kung lalo mo pang ipapamukha sa kanila na mali sila, lalo mo lang silang binibigyan ng dahilan para iwanan ka.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wag 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 gwapo,maganda o nakakalibog ito..totoong mas importante and kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman..sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan ay magmumukha ding pandesal..maniwala ka.." (haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"walang taong manhid..hindi niya lang talaga maintindihan kung ano ang gusto mong iparating dahil ayaw mo siyang diretsuhin.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kung madami kang dapat gawin pero wala kang ginagawa, hindi katamaran ang dahilan nun..may iniisip ka.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kung ang tinapay nga na iniwan mo sa mesa may kumukuha, yun pa kayang mga bagay na mas mahalaga sa'yo?..wala nang nagtatagal sa panahong ito at kung may iiwan ka, siguraduhin mong hindi na iyon mahalaga.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa kolehiyo, madaming impluwensiya ang makikita, masama o mabuti man ito..wag isisi sa thesis partner o sa kaibigan ang lahat kung bakit nasira ang baga mo sa pagyoyosi, nasira ang atay mo sa kakainom at kung bakit nagkaroon ka agad ng pamilya..kung talagang matino kang tao, kahit sino pang tarantado ang kasama mo ay maitutuwid mo pa rin ang daanang tatahakin mo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"paano mo makikita yung taong para sa'yo kung ayaw mo namang tantanan yung taong pinipilit mong maging para sa'yo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Makakabalik ka nga sa lugar pero hindi sa panahon. Makikita mo ulit ang taong minahal mo pero hindi na mauulit ang nararamdaman ninyo noon. Lahat ng nangyari noon ay isa ng lamang masayang gunita ngayon.Isang bintana sa kahapon, na paminsan minsan ay gusto mong masulyapang muli. Sabay bulong sa sarili sana pwedeng ibalik ang mga nangyari noon para magawa kong tama ang mga maling desisyon ng pagkakataon”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nalaman kong hindi pala exam na may passing rate ang buhay. Hindi ito&lt;br /&gt;multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration, o&lt;br /&gt;fill-in-the-blanks na sinasagutan, kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa&lt;br /&gt;kung may kabuluhan ang mga naisulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi dahil manhid ka ay wala ka nang kakayahang manakit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minsan kailangan mo din makalimot..&lt;br /&gt;para ikaw naman ang maalala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pilit kang pinapapangit sa edad na pilit kang nagpapacute'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HINDI NAMAN IIYAK ANG MUNDO PARA LANG SA ISANG TAO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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;br /&gt;“pano iIsiPin kunG paNo maG isiP??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tenga pag pinagdikit ay hugis puso...karugtong ng puso ang tenga....kaya kung di ka marunong makinig....di ka rin marunong mag-mahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walang mangyayari sa buhay mo hangga't hindi ka tumitigil sa paninisi sa naging kapalaran mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ito ang pinagkakaabalahan ko, gumagawa ako ng wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala kang ginagawa?""Iba ang walang ginagawa sa gumagawa ng wala.""Hindi ka ba napapagod gumawa ng meron?""Hindi ka ba napapagod gumawa ng wala?"apapagod, wala nga akong pahinga eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hindi kayang tumbasan ng isang libong mababait ng tao ang pagmamahal ng isang gagu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para san ba ang cellphone na may camera? Kung kailangan sa buhay un, dapat matagal na kong patay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obligasyon kong maglayag, karapatan kong pumunta sa kung saan ko gusto, responsibilidad ko ang buhay ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabi nila, sa kahit ano raw problema, isang tao lang ang makakatulong sa'yo – ang sarili mo. Tama sila. Isinuplong ako ng sarili ko. Kaya siguro namigay ng konsyensya ang Diyos, alam niyang hindi sa lahat ng oras e gumagana ang utak ng tao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“IPINANGANAK AKONG MATALINO, PINILI KO LANG MAGING BOBO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mas mabuting MABIGO sa paggawa ng isng bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawang wala".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" masama akong tao, tulad mo.. sa parehong paraan na mabuti kang tao tulad ko.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Tutuusin, Hindi Naman Masarap Ang Alak. Yung Kainuman Mo Lang Ang Nag Papasarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede mong iwan ang isang tao nang hindi mo sya pinapabayaan, pwede mo ding pabayaan ang isang tao nang hindi mo sya iniwan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2053435772761461781?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2053435772761461781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=2053435772761461781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2053435772761461781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2053435772761461781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/bob-ongs-quotable-quotes.html' title='--Bob Ong&apos;s Quotable Quotes--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7356909893038783004</id><published>2009-10-08T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:25:09.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--------25 RaNdOm ThiNGs AbOuT Me-------------</title><content type='html'>Just today lng while i'm on my twitter account, i read Bianca Gonzalesblog and i found this of this  "25 random things about me(her)", after reading i decided to make my own list..so here i am, gagawa nadin ako hehe nakakainggit kasi ei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------25 random things about me-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I don't eat vegetables since birth :-D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.i love fries, pero d ako kumakain ng potato na nkahalo sa ulam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.i love joining online community halos laht ata ng networking community my account na  ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.mahilig ako magpapicture,pose dito pose dun!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i love to swim, (khit d nmn talga ako marunong lumangoy :-( ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.i never wear a shades kasi walang bumabagay sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.super conscious,if somebody will tell me na tumataba ako, i make a OA reaction agad(yung tipong d kakain for 1 day kasi diet kuno  :-D ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.bukambigbig ko ang gwapo wahehe (pinapangarap ko magkaboyfriend ng  MAYAMAN,GWAPO,MABAIT,MATAPAT-and i know its all just an imagination ;-) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.i've never been in a serious relationship coz i'm afraid of getting hurt :-( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.i want to be a model hehe want to have a picture na sin-laki ng billboard sa edsa wearing the best clothes/shoes and accessories that i ever wanted :-P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Every month i always suffering  ,coz of my dismenorea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.i have a chubby cheeks, with a mole sa left side that makes me cute ahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.i love to put nail polish and can't leave our house without earings (feeling ko kasi ang lalki2x ng face ko pag wala akong earings eh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.im so matatakotin,at magugulatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.i love pineapple juice, but i don't eat pineapple fruits. (kinda weird) :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love sweets such as (CHOCOLATES,FRUITSHAKES,ICECREAM,CAKES).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.i always have my ("scarf ") handkerchief with me,coz pawisin ang hands ko dats y i need it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.I don't know how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.i dreamed  to have a glass house near  at the shoreline, where i can easily see the beach, coz it makes me relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. love ko din magtravel, i love longdrivei kasi kung anu anu nakikita mo na magagandang view:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I cannot watch horror movies alone. gigitjari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.can't sleep without a blanket,gigitjari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Untill now, mama ko naglalaba ng mga damit ko wahehe :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.can't live without my mama,papa and mah sister  :-D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.and lastly I'm single and  sexy!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infairnes Pinag-isip ako nito ng bonggang bongga !,..:D almost two days before ko natapos :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7356909893038783004?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7356909893038783004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7356909893038783004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7356909893038783004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7356909893038783004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='--------25 RaNdOm ThiNGs AbOuT Me-------------'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4967416339298968911</id><published>2009-10-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:22:02.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>---WhY ChOoSe SiNgLeHoOd---</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Actually  i was in my multiply account, when i read this blog below (about the reason, why people choose to be single than to have someone,(repost credits from &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; http://filipinacuties.multiply.com/notes group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; i can relate on this matter, coz up to now at the age of 20, i want to be single than to be with someone, not because no one's courting its because (read below for the reason)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Destiny Addict - hoping for a fate surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I hate to say this but destiny addict is a kind of addiction that is very pathetic. Yes, I believe that everything happens for as reason even though most of the time people should be blamed for all the circumstances that happen in their lives. Admit it or not, we make our own destiny. Yes, God gave us free will to do the things we want but He gave that to be used wisely. We need to make most of our lives. We should not do stupid things that we may regret in the end. Singlehood is a choice. It may be a right also. However, do not ever blame fate just because you are single.&lt;br /&gt;          If I have to contradict what I said, it is because I believe that people should not find or wait for love. Let love find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.  Perfectionist - high standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Nobody is perfect yet we cannot control ourselves in finding the person that only exists in the fairy tales we used to read when we are young. We set some standards or rule in finding the one for us. Do you or do you not agree? Reality check, even if you do not agree, it is the damn truth. Most of the time, we are fascinated with the outside appearances of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;           We remain single if we don't find the one we like; the one who possesses the characteristics we set. If we always seek for perfection, we cannot find the happiness we are searching. Remember that true love cannot be seen outside but rather inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Pretending to be busy - workaholic people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Time is gold. As for me, there is no such thing as busy. Those are just excuses if we don't want to do something. Workaholic people only find time with their work.&lt;br /&gt;            They choose to be single because they believe that love or having a relationship is a hindrance to their work. They are the people who come home late at night just to get some sleep. They used to rise very early the next morning to go again to work.&lt;br /&gt;             Now I wonder if they still have an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Friendship theory - if it's meant to be just friends, so be it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Friends are one of the best gifts one can ever receive. Nevertheless, how does it feel to be in love with your friend or your best friend? As I've said in my previous blogs, for me being in love with your friend is the most hardest feeling you can ever have unless you have the guts to say what you feel and prepare yourself for something worse that may happen. It is not simple as reading a book. It is like your hanging in dead air. You cannot expect because you have no right.&lt;br /&gt;            I have experienced the same thing years ago. I don't want myself to see hurting again because of the same reason. I hope I won't make the same mistake twice. If I have to guard myself, I'll do everything I can even if it cost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. X to the nth power - people who can't get over with their previous relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            How many of us are guilty of this? Surely, it is hard to move on. As the song says, breaking up is hard to do. Moving on as the next process after breaking up is much harder to do. At first, you are in denial stage. You cannot accept yet what has happened between the two of you. You even asked questions like, "where did I go wrong?" or "wasn't I enough?"&lt;br /&gt;            Just like show business, life has to go on, with or without your ex. Just remember this quote, "if it's meant to be, it really sure does. People come and go to your life but only true will remain." Past relationships can be something to cherish but I am sure that there will be something more to come. So do not fret. Do not ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Family Feud - people who are afraid of their parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             During the previous generation, courtship and marriages are different. Oftentimes, your parents choose for you whom you will love and be with for the rest of your life. I don't think if it still exists today. Well, I still know that there are still cases like that up to now. The only difference is that children fight their rights, insisting that they should make their own happiness. After all, if you let your parents choose for you, it will just be a big mistake if you don't love the person they chose for you unless you agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;          Another point could be is we always seek their approval that is why most are not successful in the love department. Well, I do believe that parents know what is best for us. To stand firm in your own decision concerning your happiness is better. I suggest that you should make the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Forever basted - nobody chooses you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This case is awful. Its like, "nobody loves me." It is pathetic. Do you honestly believe that nobody really loves you? You had better think twice. Many people love you. They may not say it everyday, but in silence, I know they do.&lt;br /&gt;            I sincerely do believe that if people will just take a closer look on what is happening around them, they will surely know those people who really care for them more than they know.&lt;br /&gt;            Choosing whom to love is difficult because you need to gamble on everything you have. It is really worth in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Heart Attack - afraid of getting hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I always believe in the saying, "it is better to love and be hurt than never experiencing it at all." If we love, expect to be hurt. If we get hurt, there is no reason to give up because the pain will help to be stronger. If we win some, we lose some. Always remember that endings are just beginnings; beginning of a better life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Waiting - waiting in vain yet you’re really waiting for nothing; waiting for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I'll share a story to you. I'm not sure if you're familiar with this but I hope you will understand what I want to imply.&lt;br /&gt;             Once, a girl had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend's parents want her boyfriend to study abroad. Therefore, to make the story short, her boyfriend went to abroad. Before he left, he promised that he would come back and when he does, they are going to marry one another. So the girl believed, held on to his promise and waited. Years have passed; she heard nothing about her boyfriend. Do you know what happened in the end? The girl just died waiting for her boyfriend to come back.&lt;br /&gt;             I felt butterflies in my stomach while I'm sharing this story; one of the saddest love stories I heard. It may not be real but it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Singlehood is a gift. It is a privilege to do things without worry. If you are single, nobody can dictate you. However, it is better to live in this crazy love with someone whom you can share everything. Therefore, you can choose whether you live happy being single or happy being with someone you love. Just don't forget ask God always for guidance in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is so meaningful.. so again &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ask God always for guidance in everything you do He knows whats the best for you!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4967416339298968911?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4967416339298968911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4967416339298968911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4967416339298968911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4967416339298968911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-choose-singlehood.html' title='---WhY ChOoSe SiNgLeHoOd---'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-726978013922141933</id><published>2009-10-06T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:02:37.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Top ThrEE--</title><content type='html'>i found this on Bianca's blog and felt like answering it.. hehe. so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pinky&lt;br /&gt;2. pinks&lt;br /&gt;3. Keng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. pinkytorquise&lt;br /&gt;2. cutepinks&lt;br /&gt;3. bittersweetpinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. waist&lt;br /&gt;3. hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. nose&lt;br /&gt;2. tummy(maliit na bilbil)&lt;br /&gt;3. arms (malaki kasi pero i still wear sleeveless :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. filipino&lt;br /&gt;2. ..nothing more!&lt;br /&gt;3. ..nothing more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. being away from my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;2. losing one of my senses&lt;br /&gt;3. MOOoo-Mooo (ghost and aswang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;3. wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. beyonce&lt;br /&gt;2. Bon JOvi&lt;br /&gt;3.Pussycat dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. "right here waiting" by richard marx&lt;br /&gt;2. "out of this club" by the pussycat dolls&lt;br /&gt;3. "i don't wanna talk about it" by Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. Respect&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust&lt;br /&gt;3. initiative to make each other so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies:&lt;br /&gt;1. bilog ang mundo. (we learned in grade school that its oblong..) -credits from Bianca&lt;br /&gt;2. ? don't know wala ako maisip as of the moment, will edit it nlang pag may maisip na ako&lt;br /&gt;3. ? don't know wala ako maisip as of the moment, will edit it nlang pag may maisip na ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth:&lt;br /&gt;1. when you fall inlove prepare to be hurt :(&lt;br /&gt;2. the truth shall set you free.&lt;br /&gt;3. GOD is good all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes!&lt;br /&gt;2. height&lt;br /&gt;3. nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. watching movies&lt;br /&gt;2. surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;3. malling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1.go to a vacation&lt;br /&gt;2. gimik(bar hopping) w/friends&lt;br /&gt;3. eat chocolates ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. To be a Model :D&lt;br /&gt;2. To be a boss of my own company  &lt;br /&gt;3. want to be a executive SECRETARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. japan&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three kid's names you like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Phillipe Sean&lt;br /&gt;2. Samantha Nicole&lt;br /&gt;3. Alexandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. world tour w/ my family.:)&lt;br /&gt;2. to be famous and rich haha...&lt;br /&gt;3.want to be with a handsome guy :)),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. my nails are short and unshaped.&lt;br /&gt;2. ? don't know wala ako maisip as of the moment, will edit it nlang pag may maisip na ako&lt;br /&gt;3. ? don't know wala ako maisip as of the moment, will edit it nlang pag may maisip na ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. i love the color pink.,&lt;br /&gt;2. i cry easily when watching romantic movies.&lt;br /&gt;3. im so kikay, love to put nail polish(kahit anung kulay)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;2. Matt Long&lt;br /&gt;3. Eric Bana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try dis, so funny talga, kung anu anu maiisp mo, like wat i did :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-726978013922141933?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/726978013922141933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=726978013922141933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/726978013922141933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/726978013922141933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-three.html' title='--Top ThrEE--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1199780416232826312</id><published>2009-10-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:40:54.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>--InTeResTiNg FaCtS--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsV2OLk1lNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9gknK_BcVhQ/s1600-h/InterestingFacts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsV2OLk1lNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9gknK_BcVhQ/s320/InterestingFacts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387842515216209106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.A human being loses an average of 40 to 100 strands of hair a day.&lt;br /&gt;   2.A cough releases an explosive charge of air that moves at speeds up to 60 mph.&lt;br /&gt;   3.Every time you lick a stamp, you consume 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;   4.A fetus acquires fingerprints at the age of three months.&lt;br /&gt;   5.A sneeze can exceed the speed of 100 mph.&lt;br /&gt;   6.Every person has a unique tongue print.&lt;br /&gt;   7.According to German researchers, the risk of heart attack is higher on Monday than any other day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;   8. After spending hours working at a computer display, look at a blank piece of white paper. It will probably appear pink.&lt;br /&gt;   9.An average human drinks about 16,000 gallons of water in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;  10.A fingernail or toenail takes about 6 months to grow from base to tip.&lt;br /&gt;  11.An average human scalp has 100,000 hairs.&lt;br /&gt;  12.It takes 17 muscles to smile and 43 to frown.&lt;br /&gt;  13.Babies are born with 300 bones, but by adulthood, we only have 206 in our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;  14.Beards are the fastest growing hairs on the human body. If the average man never trimmed his beard, it would grow to nearly 30 feet long in his&lt;br /&gt;      lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;  15.By age sixty, most people have lost half of their taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;  16.By the time you turn 70, your heart will have beat some two-and-a-half billion times (figuring on an average of 70 beats per minute).&lt;br /&gt;  17. Each square inch of human skin consists of twenty feet of blood vessels.&lt;br /&gt;  18Every human spent half an hour as a single cell.&lt;br /&gt;  19.Every square inch of the human body has an average of 32 million bacteria on it.&lt;br /&gt;  20.Fingernails grow faster than toenails.&lt;br /&gt;  21.Humans shed about 600,000 particles of skin every hour â€“ about 1.5 pounds a year. By 70 years of age, an average person will have lost 105 pounds of skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1199780416232826312?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1199780416232826312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1199780416232826312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1199780416232826312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1199780416232826312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-facts.html' title='--InTeResTiNg FaCtS--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsV2OLk1lNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9gknK_BcVhQ/s72-c/InterestingFacts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7403290937770725983</id><published>2009-09-29T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:34:07.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Typhoon Ondoy--</title><content type='html'>Just want to share some of the pics,i've taken nung kasagsagan ng bagyong ondoy,..we are also affected on this, first time experience na pinasok kami ng tubig baha...hayzz so scary talga , we don't know what to do  by that time.. but still we thank GOD, kasi kaht papaano d kami maxado naapektuhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see below for som pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....here comes  the flood  water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLK4dfS0LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZjjJPbqOTzA/s1600-h/ondoy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLK4dfS0LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZjjJPbqOTzA/s320/ondoy8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387091175625904306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          around 2pm still may water parin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLK0Rgf4eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RD-DLhww9bA/s1600-h/ondoy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLK0Rgf4eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RD-DLhww9bA/s320/ondoy7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387091103690252770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      taken sa loob ng haus, nakataas lhat ng gamit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKvjsyB6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mFnpfja9p_Q/s1600-h/ondoy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKvjsyB6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mFnpfja9p_Q/s320/ondoy6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387091022674266018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              kapapasok palng ng water hayzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKrGNwUYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/FfZ6wL3oFQ8/s1600-h/ondoy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKrGNwUYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/FfZ6wL3oFQ8/s320/ondoy5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090946040025474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            flood water sa labas ng haus namin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKmffcWwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qGjIU1A-W60/s1600-h/ondoy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKmffcWwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qGjIU1A-W60/s320/ondoy4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090866925755138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          around 9am, palapt n samin ung water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKhaFrn2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/AwXa2qsQx8w/s1600-h/ondoy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKhaFrn2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/AwXa2qsQx8w/s320/ondoy3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090779576180578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              oopss!! dame dust sa loob ng haus,take a look dun sa water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKbnJAFlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0z79rhTK5DA/s1600-h/ondoy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLKbnJAFlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0z79rhTK5DA/s320/ondoy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090680000550482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ----------water....water....water........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7403290937770725983?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7403290937770725983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7403290937770725983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7403290937770725983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7403290937770725983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/09/typhoon-ondoy.html' title='--Typhoon Ondoy--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SsLK4dfS0LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZjjJPbqOTzA/s72-c/ondoy8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2920037276354898917</id><published>2009-09-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:07:23.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--what Is Dismenorea--??</title><content type='html'>Dismenorea or painful menstruation is the most common symptoms experienced by the young girls and women in general. Some people thinking dismenorea identification decreased with the disease means that the mother suffered dismenorea daughter will surely suffer the same disease. 'Myth' is not fundamental because this is subjective disturbances, weight or intensity difficult votes. Almost all women who have experienced dismenorea feel malaise / pain in the stomach spread to the bottom of the waist and thigh areas, before and during menstruation and is often accompanied by feeling of nausea, vomiting, headache, and diarrhea. The term is used only if dismenorea painful menstruation so terrible, so experience it women who need time to rest from activities that traveled for several hours or even several days. Dismenorea reasonable or normal (dismenorea primary) means there is no difference with regard to the instruments of genitalia only need symptomatic treatment of painful complaints that have the form of analgetik. Dismenorea prevention can be done with the food they eat healthy and balanced, adequate rest, and exercise regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i feel everytime my period comes,. kapg inaatake n ko nito,. wala ako sa office absent npo ako agad nun ,. super malala kasi tlaga ako pag nagkaroon ako,.super talga, tumutuwad at namumutla si ako hayzz aside from this sumusuka pa ako tapos d kumakain for the whole day hayzz (diet kumbaga),,.. ang hirap n talga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2920037276354898917?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2920037276354898917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=2920037276354898917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2920037276354898917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2920037276354898917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-dismenorea.html' title='--what Is Dismenorea--??'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4658906645120857936</id><published>2009-09-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:56:05.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>--pinks is still waiting--</title><content type='html'>wanted by .....many--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by.....none--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to .... some--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'M STILL WAITING FOR THE RIGHT ONE :(......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4658906645120857936?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4658906645120857936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4658906645120857936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4658906645120857936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4658906645120857936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinks-is-still-waiting.html' title='--pinks is still waiting--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7957754792262320370</id><published>2009-09-09T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:25:22.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>--I LoVe YoU--</title><content type='html'>I never really knew you&lt;br /&gt;you were just another friend&lt;br /&gt;but when I got to know you&lt;br /&gt;I let my heart unbend.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help past memories&lt;br /&gt;that would only make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;I had to forget my first love&lt;br /&gt;and give love another try.&lt;br /&gt;So I've fallen in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never let you go,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i'll say,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you will never change.&lt;br /&gt;just know my feelings are true.&lt;br /&gt;just remember one thing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7957754792262320370?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2300466540161173532</id><published>2009-09-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:25:39.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>--Pangarap kong mahalin ng lalaki na......--</title><content type='html'>AKO ang Una sa listahan ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prioridad nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung suplado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa ibang girl dahil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam nyang magseselos ako!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung walang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibang bukam bibig kundi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalan q..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayang matulog hanggat galit aq,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung lalaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d aq bibigyan ng dahilan para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magduda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalaking my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangarap para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa aming dalawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro ang pinaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto q,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung lalaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d alam ang salitang  "SORRY"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil di nya kayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaktan aq..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;may ganyan pa bang lalaki sa mundo?...what do you thin guys?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2300466540161173532?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2300466540161173532/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1900047147968127273</id><published>2009-09-07T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:26:25.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>-Rules  ng mag -MU-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&lt;blockquote&gt;&gt;1.Wag maxado magexpect wala kau commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.pwede ka magselos, pwede ka magtampo pero ndi ka pwede magalit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.pwede makipagdate sa iba kaht wag ka nang magpaalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.pwede mu siya lambingin,pwde yakapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.at pag nalaman mo na  may bf/gf sya,&lt;br /&gt;           pwede ka umiyak&lt;br /&gt;pwede k masaktan&lt;br /&gt;pero d mo xa &lt;br /&gt;pwede sumbatan&lt;br /&gt;dahil wala&lt;br /&gt;kang&lt;br /&gt;karapatan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang MU ay isang MAGULONG USAPAN..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, pero totoo,.. in my opinion,para sakin since ayaw ko ng commitment mas ok n siguro qng ganito nalang muna  As of now,..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1900047147968127273?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1900047147968127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1900047147968127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='personal'/><title type='text'>--its wednesday--</title><content type='html'>currently am here at the office,listening lovesongs station in yahoomusic wala lng,. sleepy at nagugutom ako now wahehe,.anyone? pwde makasama mag meryenda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom will be my restday! yehey!!..hay nu kya gagawin ko tom?wahehe,.for sure nsa bahay lang ako kain,tulog haha,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad nmn ngaun naririnig ko na yung kaoficemate ko playing x-mas songs na, hay malapt ba xmas at malapt n din ako tumanda haha ,.. :( bad! hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1660941329299124857?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1660941329299124857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8035603633753998894</id><published>2009-08-29T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:27:07.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>--SALAWIKAING PINOY--</title><content type='html'>1. Ang buhay ay parang bato, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;2. Better late than pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;3. Behind the clouds are the other clouds.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's better to cheat than to repeat!&lt;br /&gt;5. Do unto others... then run!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibang salop.&lt;br /&gt;7. Magbiro ka na sa lasing, magbiro ka na sa bagong gising, 'wag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.&lt;br /&gt;8. When all else fails, follow instructions.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, lumaki sa ibang bansa.&lt;br /&gt;10. To err is human, to errs is humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ang taong nagigipit...sa bumbay kumakapit&lt;br /&gt;12. Pag may usok...may nag-iihaw&lt;br /&gt;13. Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin... may utang.&lt;br /&gt;14. No guts, no glory... no ID, no entry.&lt;br /&gt;15. Birds of the same feather that pray together...stay together.&lt;br /&gt;16. Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukot.&lt;br /&gt;17. Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ang taong di marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan .... ay may stiff neck.&lt;br /&gt;19. Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster.&lt;br /&gt;20. Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga. Kapag may taga, may tahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na sa appointment&lt;br /&gt;23. Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;24. Better late than later....&lt;br /&gt;25. Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago, mabuti pa ang bahay kubo, sa paligid ligid ay puno ng linga.&lt;br /&gt;26. Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!&lt;br /&gt;27. No man is an island because time is gold. (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;28. Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto.. muta lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;29. Kapag ang puno mabunga...mataba ang lupa!&lt;br /&gt;30. When it rains...it floods (especially in Manila )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon .. mauubusan din ng kandila.&lt;br /&gt;32. Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw, minsan nasa vulcanizing shop.&lt;br /&gt;33. Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan... sapul.&lt;br /&gt;34. Try and try until you succeed... or else try another.&lt;br /&gt;35. Ako ang nagsaing... iba ang kumain. Diet ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;36. Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik.&lt;br /&gt;37. Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;38. If you can't beat them, shoot them. (Nalundasan)&lt;br /&gt;39. An apple a day is too expensive. An apple a day makes seven apples a week. (Really expensive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;REPOST&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8035603633753998894?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8035603633753998894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8035603633753998894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8035603633753998894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8035603633753998894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/08/salawikaing-pinoy.html' title='--SALAWIKAING PINOY--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-6012824024723294629</id><published>2009-08-29T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:27:23.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys vs girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>--20 things boys dont know about gurls--</title><content type='html'>guys, see below :d repost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls hate guys who are to into themslves.&lt;br /&gt;-- hey or whats up -the two phases gurls use to open conversation.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls get talked to all day but when they like they actualy listen.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls love it when a guy makes them laugh (and if they really like the guy its not that hard we laugh at everthing he says)&lt;br /&gt;-- a gurl thinks about the boy she likes all day (and when shes with her friends he's al she talks about.&lt;br /&gt;-- when a gurl looks at you longer than 20 sec. shes thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls dont think about sex all the time (but we loved to be touched and held by the one we like)&lt;br /&gt;-- when a gurl says leave me alone we really are saying please hold me.(sometims)&lt;br /&gt;-- a gurl almost always thinks about the boy she likes befor she goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls think way more than boys so if leave us witha coversation ender like you know what (we'll think about it all day so dont do that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls hate guys who are hoes that aint cute its trif.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls hate hearing about ex girlfriends and gruls you like including celebs.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls are really jealous we like to be the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;-- gurls hate when boys play games so if you like us dont tease an hit us just say you do.&lt;br /&gt;-- if you like a gurl when someone asks you say yes cause if you say no and you really do .. you'll loose your chance .&lt;br /&gt;-- if a gurl touches you alot like rubs or hits your arm , or touches your hair , or pushes you she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- gurlz hate to be tricked so dont act you like her when you dont because she might really like you and that hurts.(gurls hate to be played) let us know were just friends and thats all we respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- dont leave your gurl for your bros,we can all hang out no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- dont lie to us just tell the truth even if it hurts at least we know we can trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- dont act all mr. hard all the time tell us you love us dont just expect us to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6012824024723294629?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6012824024723294629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6012824024723294629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6012824024723294629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6012824024723294629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-things-boys-dont-know-about-gurls.html' title='--20 things boys dont know about gurls--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1073617224517689382</id><published>2009-08-27T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:27:36.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--I MadE It--</title><content type='html'>yehey!! i made it, this past few weeks, stress talga ako super duper as in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero thank god! kasi i made it hehe,.. kala ko magiging super poor ako next month,..:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well,well ayun lang..share ko lng apee kasi ako ngaun ei,..&lt;br /&gt;mukhang pati mga ka officemate ko na wlang hilig mag sulat, nag create nadn ng blog wahehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy blogging sayo tina!... special mention si ikaw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1073617224517689382?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1073617224517689382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1073617224517689382' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='personal'/><title type='text'>--midmonth--</title><content type='html'>..hay , ito n2man ako super stress na talga ako,.waa nahihirapan n ako, i donnu wat to do! hmmf!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am here now sa office, answering emails,assist my clients pero di mawala sa isip we have quota to be meet, at ito si ako nastress na talga.hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro!.help me..:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8337495347176165934?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8337495347176165934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8337495347176165934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8337495347176165934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8337495347176165934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/08/midmonth.html' title='--midmonth--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-6180903851819311208</id><published>2009-08-08T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:27:59.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--it's sunday-</title><content type='html'>its sunday (aug.9,2009), and am here in the office,..im so sleepy talga,.i want to go home na,ewan ko ba? tinatmad tlga ako, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6180903851819311208?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6180903851819311208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6180903851819311208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6180903851819311208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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go malling somewhere in MOA,..i wear my favorite shorts,w/ a simple blouse and gladiator sandals, kapag nasa mall kasi ako, un lang ang fave oufit ko comfortable kasi ako sa ganun ei..den the story of my most embarrassing moment begin,..after namin mag ikot sa loob ng moa,.naisipan namin ni sis na maglalakad-lakad sa seaside ,.. from north wing to south wing napapnsin ko lng,halos karamihan sa mga taong nakatambay dun tinitingnan ako,.so ito nman si ako nag assume na siguro tinitingnan nila legs ko or short ko(kapal ko nuh?)...den ito n nga isang guard lumapit sakin at sinabi ang mga salitang ito "ma'am excuse po, bukas po ata zipper nyu",den sinagot ko yung guard nagmalaki pa ako ah sa lagay na to!"nku kuya ah,..dpo siya bukas nuh"(sabay hawak sa zipper ko and its confirmed BUKAS TALGA SIYA AS IN :(...)so nung naconfirmed ko na ,waa dko n talga alam gagawin ko super nakakahiya talga un waaa,..kaya ayun,si ako walang lingon lingon diretso uwi  at almost 2 nyts ako d nakatulog kasi lagi ko siya naiisp at super kakahiya talga huhu,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson: d laht ng taong tumitingin sayo ei nagagandahan sayo :D hehe...may iba din na tinitingnan ka to judge you!:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-5158727375714061682?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/5158727375714061682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=5158727375714061682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/5158727375714061682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I miss you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eaten lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having lived together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6632799757636993504?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6632799757636993504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6632799757636993504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6632799757636993504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6632799757636993504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-love-story_26.html' title='--Sad Love Story--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8919113994506543766</id><published>2009-07-26T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:29:04.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>--A Sad Love Story--</title><content type='html'>It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was quite very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling. All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him? I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me... As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8919113994506543766?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8919113994506543766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8919113994506543766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8919113994506543766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8919113994506543766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-love-story.html' title='--A Sad Love Story--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1880148870135808946</id><published>2009-07-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:29:16.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Time, Understands and Love</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others......, including Love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now." Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was Time", Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1880148870135808946?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1880148870135808946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1880148870135808946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1880148870135808946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1880148870135808946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-understands-and-love.html' title='Time, Understands and Love'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2280211824496844159</id><published>2009-07-26T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:06:40.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>--LoVe MeAns--</title><content type='html'>(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. I’m scared. &lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun. &lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, it’s too scary! &lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me. &lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! &lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him) &lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? It’s bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke,&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt&lt;br /&gt;her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it&lt;br /&gt;meant he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2280211824496844159?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2280211824496844159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=2280211824496844159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2280211824496844159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2280211824496844159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-means_26.html' title='--LoVe MeAns--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-649052596570905952</id><published>2009-07-18T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:29:49.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>--Fate--</title><content type='html'>Today, I tried to do something I wasn’t able to do for a long time….write. It seems that my being lost for awhile disabled my heart and my hands as well, from doing the things I love. I tried several times but I never got it in me to come up with a composition that at least would make sense. Until last night when someone important to me gave me a reason for me to wake up today and share to those people around me the music my heart is playing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just trust wherever fate will lead us.” That was what I heard the boy said when he was talking to this girl whom I can say became special to him. “Can’t you see? I already did and I hope that fate would be kind this time”, the girl replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been quite a while since that day wherein she had to watch a certain person walk away from her. She can still remember how that moment felt when he said goodbye until that time when he disappeared from her sight. Knowing her, at that instant wherein he took his first step, I am sure she would have embraced him and pleaded for him to stay but I saw something different in her at that time. I saw a strong woman who accepted their destiny and who did let go of the person she loved for him to find his place in this world. I know she could have told the man that she will patiently wait for his return but she did not. She felt the pain every time the man took a step away from her. In every step, the things that they used to do and those times they spent together flashed back, that made it harder for her to breathe. The emotions that she hid in her heart started to show as little crystals of water started to well up in her eyes. A tear fell but she stood still and watched him leaving because she knows that it would be the last time she will see that man she was suppose to share forever with. She left that place where a dream was shattered and where a heart was broken, a road that she will not have the courage to pass through again in her lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first morning was the most difficult part. It’s as if she was a newly born who does not know who she is, what she will do and where she will go. For the times that they were together, she lived in the world of his beloved. She learned to live his life. Upon waking up, thoughts of him started to sneak up her thoughts but before it could, she shook it away and tried to keep herself busy. It worked for some time until that day when she was with her acquaintances. They were all around her laughing, shouting, goofing around, sharing stories and cracking jokes. She was there sitting down in the chair circling her finger at the top of the glass wine trying to make a sound out of it. She sighed and told herself, “I don’t know myself anymore. I don’t know how to smile, I don’t know what makes me happy, and I don’t remember what I love to do…it’s as if I lost my identity.” She then stood up and went home. Upon entering her room, she did herself a favor and cried it all out. Hoping that tomorrow would be a better day for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. She bravely tried to face each day where no one understands what she is going through. I can still remember something her friend told her, “No one has the right to condemn you on how you repair your heart because no one knows how much you’re hurting.” She slowly learned how to smile and be with people but deep inside she is this numb creation that refused to feel anything. She once again went out with her friends but this time she learned how to speak and relish the moment. They were laughing their hearts out when this man came in but she was too busy to notice. She didn’t know that it was destiny knocking at her door trying to show her the beginning of her new journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became a good friend to her, I can see that he was able to teach her a lot of things and bring back her old self one day at a time without her noticing it. She began to laugh again and what really made a mark in me was that day when I once again saw that glow in her eyes. That glow that all people who are close to her missed so much, that glow that would show us how happy she was without even telling us. One day, she came to me and told me, “I thought it was impossible at first but that day came when I returned to that place, the place where I lost myself. The place did not look the same. When the sun did set during that time, it looked lonely. But when I went there, the sunset gave a stunning view that I will never forget.” Then she paused for a while, took a deep breath and smiled. “I thought I will never understand. I thought I will never be able to forgive. I thought that the pain will never go away. But now I understand that some things will never work if it is not meant to happen. There will be really some promises that will be broken in this life and that is the sad fact that we all have to accept. I have forgiven him for walking away because I know that just like me he also tried to make it work. I know he loved me the best way he could. And now that I have learned to understand and forgive, I can no longer feel the pain anymore. I won’t be able to go back to this place if it weren’t for this man who brought me back my life. He was there when no one else noticed me. He was there when I had nothing. He held my hand and never let go throughout this journey. I never thought that there is a man in this earth who is brave enough to walk with me going to my past where he wasn’t even a part of just to help me heal. I don’t need for him to shout for the whole world to hear how much I mean to him. When he gave me his world, I already knew. Now this place will be remembered as a place where there is full of hope and where a heart was made whole by one brave soul who cares for me so much”, she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the strangest blessing that came to her life, the strangest blessing that brought out the best of her. They put their trust now to fate and all we can do for now is to hope and pray that fate will be kind to the both of them this time. Fate will lead them to where they are destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-649052596570905952?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/649052596570905952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=649052596570905952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/649052596570905952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/649052596570905952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/fate.html' title='--Fate--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8829629214730063504</id><published>2009-07-18T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:30:07.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>--A Couple's Heartbreak--</title><content type='html'>A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think were the four words?&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said "I Love You Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8829629214730063504?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8829629214730063504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8829629214730063504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8829629214730063504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8829629214730063504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-was-born-to-couple-after-eleven.html' title='--A Couple&apos;s Heartbreak--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7450030594958326368</id><published>2009-07-18T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:30:24.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>--Story--</title><content type='html'>Since,i love to read love story, ito n guys i will post some of my favorite story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoi reading guys.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--(copy ko lng po ito sa mga taong nagsend lng din sakin via email)--&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7450030594958326368?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7450030594958326368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7450030594958326368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7450030594958326368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7450030594958326368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/story.html' title='--Story--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-2453128245623284449</id><published>2009-07-18T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:31:48.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Got Mah New Hairstyle--</title><content type='html'>waaa last wed (jul.15,09-my sister bday),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun naisipan ni pinks magpaaus ng hair oh db? nagyayabang si ako (sa totoo lng sinishare ko lng po) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ala lng,.nakakaswa n kasi ung wavy ko n hair ei, kaya ito n ngaun nasobrahan nmn sa straight hehe pero i like it nmn hehe,.feeling ko dalagang-dalga n ako wahehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nwei, just want to thanks those helping me para maaus ung hair ko,it takes 5hrs po before natapos hay,  i like the result po hehe,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-2453128245623284449?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/2453128245623284449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=2453128245623284449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2453128245623284449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/2453128245623284449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-mah-new-hairstyle.html' title='--Got Mah New Hairstyle--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8255227872032973621</id><published>2009-07-06T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:32:00.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Bakit GaNun!!?</title><content type='html'>Hay, nku naiinis talga ako,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun nung mga tyms n single ako lagi ko pinagdadasal sana dumating na yung dreamgguy ko,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamguy ko describe as tall,dark and handsome waa chussy ng lola nuh? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, naman na may nanliligaw na sakin dko nmn siya magawang sagutin dahil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa dko maisip ang dahilan, anu b talga dahil ba sa dpa ako ready masaktan at ayaw ko pa pumasok sa isang seryosong relasyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu ba talga? naguguluhan nako :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8255227872032973621?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8255227872032973621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8255227872032973621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8255227872032973621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8255227872032973621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/07/bakit-ganun.html' title='--Bakit GaNun!!?'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-3931911510149434602</id><published>2009-06-22T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:32:16.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys vs girls'/><title type='text'>--wHat i WaNt In A mAn--</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;img src="http://leusd.ems.schoolfusion.us/modules/groups/homepagefiles/cms/568559/Image/EMS%20site%20images/Library%20pics/schAnimationGirl.gif" alt="joinGroup" border="0" height="303" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="h5"&gt;               &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Charming&lt;br /&gt;3..... Financially successful&lt;br /&gt;4. A caring listener&lt;br /&gt;5. Witty&lt;br /&gt;6. In good shape&lt;br /&gt;7. Dresses with style&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates finer things&lt;br /&gt;9.. Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;br /&gt; 10. An imaginative, romantic lover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(209, 101, 135);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://f769.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f509742%5fAIt7bHwAATLaSj9qOQg4hW5ZikM&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" alt="joinGroup" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Nice looking&lt;br /&gt;2. Opens car doors, holds chairs&lt;br /&gt;3. Has enough money for a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;  4. Wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Laughs at my jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Carries bags of groceries with ease&lt;br /&gt;7. Has at least one shirt with the arms cut out&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal&lt;br /&gt;9. Loves to go for drives&lt;br /&gt;  10. Seeks romance at least 3 times a week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(74, 67, 68);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;            &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://f769.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f509742%5fAIt7bHwAATLaSj9qOQg4hW5ZikM&amp;amp;pid=2.3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" alt="joinGroup" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Not too ugly&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car&lt;br /&gt;  3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally&lt;br /&gt;4. Nods head when I'm talking&lt;br /&gt;5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;br /&gt;7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach&lt;br /&gt;  8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;10..... Shaves most weekends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(209, 101, 135);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 52)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://f769.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f509742%5fAIt7bHwAATLaSj9qOQg4hW5ZikM&amp;amp;pid=2.4&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" alt="joinGroup" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public&lt;br /&gt;  3. Doesn't borrow money too often&lt;br /&gt;4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting&lt;br /&gt;5. Doesn't retell the same joke too many times&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends&lt;br /&gt;7 . Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear&lt;br /&gt;  8. Appreciates a good TV dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers your name on occasion&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves some weekends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(74, 67, 68);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;            &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 62)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://f769.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f509742%5fAIt7bHwAATLaSj9qOQg4hW5ZikM&amp;amp;pid=2.5&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" alt="joinGroup" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Doesn't scare small children&lt;br /&gt;2. Remembers where bathroom is&lt;br /&gt;  3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep&lt;br /&gt;4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Remembers why he's laughing&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears some clothes&lt;br /&gt;8. Likes soft foods&lt;br /&gt;  9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;br /&gt;10. Remembers that it's the weekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(209, 101, 135);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 72)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://f769.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f509742%5fAIt7bHwAATLaSj9qOQg4hW5ZikM&amp;amp;pid=2.6&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;stationery=1" alt="joinGroup" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Breathing&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't miss the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;span style="color: rgb(74, 67, 68);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(209, 101, 135);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(209, 101, 135);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life is Big Joke...So   Anticipate &amp;amp; Laugh it Out Loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(209, 101, 135);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(74, 67, 68);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-3931911510149434602?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/3931911510149434602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=3931911510149434602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3931911510149434602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3931911510149434602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-want-in-man.html' title='--wHat i WaNt In A mAn--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-3485616951662449277</id><published>2009-06-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:32:30.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--Happy Father's Day Papa--</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Cambria;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Cambria; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:#ffc000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(255, 192, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:#00b050;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(0, 176, 80); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt; FA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:#7030a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(112, 48, 160); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ER’S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: blue; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;color:#002060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;What Is A Father?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;A father is loving and kind,&lt;br /&gt;Playing catch in the backyard,&lt;br /&gt;And giving his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, compassionate, just and true,&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things for a father to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving, honest, a hardworking example,&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things children need to sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and humble, teacher of skills,&lt;br /&gt;Kissing an "Ouchy" and paying the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise and knowledgeable, fun beyond measure,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful each day for God's dearest treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted, undaunted in guiding them so,&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to Jesus, the Way they should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day gifts are nice but soon forgotten, you see,&lt;br /&gt;But God's gift of Jesus the Christ will last all through eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching and sharing God's love, Word and blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Bowing low before Him your failures confessing.&lt;br /&gt;Asking for wisdom and for each precious child,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation, mercy, grace, purity and to walk in Truth undefiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's plan for marriage is Godly offspring. (Malachi 2:15)&lt;br /&gt;Fatherhood is a wonderful but a serious thing.&lt;br /&gt;"This is an utterly impossible task," you may say.&lt;br /&gt;But. fear not! Your heavenly Father is near and longing today,&lt;br /&gt;To hear these words from your heart, "I will trust and obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight as you tuck your children into bed,&lt;br /&gt;After prayers prayed, faces kissed, and all stories read,&lt;br /&gt;By their bedside would you kneel, making this your heartfelt plea,&lt;br /&gt;"Heavenly Father may my dear children see Jesus in me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#002060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Vicki Mazelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Love you so much papa!! thank you for everything,.sorry for all those bad things that i've done to you!!i really really love you papa!! happy father's day! :*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#002060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-3485616951662449277?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/3485616951662449277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=3485616951662449277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3485616951662449277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3485616951662449277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-papa.html' title='--Happy Father&apos;s Day Papa--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4412873621490930361</id><published>2009-06-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:10:04.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>-jokes!! --</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;SA MAY KANTO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LASING:        Miss ang panget mo!&lt;br /&gt;BABAE:         Kapal ng mukha mo! Ikaw naman LASENGGO!&lt;br /&gt;LASING:        Haler? Bukas di na ako lasing, ikaw bukas panget pa rin!....&lt;br /&gt;                       Wahahahahaha. ....&lt;br /&gt;  ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;ANAK:           Dad I'm fifteen na, pwede na ba ako mag BRA?&lt;br /&gt;DAD:             Di pwede!&lt;br /&gt;ANAK:           But dad, all my friends wear bra na..&lt;br /&gt;DAD:             Tigilan mo ako RENATO!!! Baka pisain ko itlog mo!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND:   Pagkamatay ko ipamamana ko sayo 50 hectares ng lupa't&lt;br /&gt;                     Bahay at 350 million sa bank. Ano pa mahihiling mo?&lt;br /&gt;WIFE:            Gusto ko mamatay ka na. Now na! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;*** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;NENE:            Inay, pinatambling ako kanina sa school!&lt;br /&gt;INAY:             Gaga! Gusto lang nila Makita panty mo!&lt;br /&gt;NENE:            Alam ko! Kaya nga tinago ko sa bag yung panty ko eh!!..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            *** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY ISANG MANOK NA UBOD NG LIBOG..&lt;br /&gt;SA FARM LAHAT PINAPATOS..&lt;br /&gt;BABOY, BIBE, KAMBING, PATI BAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;KAYA SABI NG MGA HAYOP SA MANOK:       Naku manok, mangisay ka &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; sa sobrang libog mo!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ISANG ARAW NAKITA NG MGA HAYUP SI MANOK, NAKAHANDUSAY SA LUPA, NANGINGISAY.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAYUP:         Buti nga sayo! Mamatay ka sa libog!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MANOK:        Mga Ulul! Antay nyo ako.. Pagkatapos ko dito sa langgam, yari kayo sa akin!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;            *** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;Dati ang ganot sa sa sakit ng ulo ay&lt;br /&gt;KISPIRIN AT YAKAPSUL..&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon hindi na daw uso yun?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ano na uso?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BIOGESEX!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pwedeng gawin kahit walang laman ang tiyan...&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            *** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YO KNOW THE MEANING OF?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BRA:&lt;br /&gt;                       B - Breast&lt;br /&gt;                       R - Raising&lt;br /&gt;                       A - Apparatus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BRIEFS:&lt;br /&gt;                       B - Bird&lt;br /&gt;                       R - Resting&lt;br /&gt;                       I - Its&lt;br /&gt;                       E - Eggs&lt;br /&gt;                       F - For safety&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CONDOM:&lt;br /&gt;                       C - Catcher&lt;br /&gt;                       O - Of&lt;br /&gt;                       N - Nutritious&lt;br /&gt;                       D - Drops&lt;br /&gt;                       O - Of&lt;br /&gt;                       M - Men&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;            *** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG TANGANG SI JR:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CALOY:         Pare,napakatanga ng mrs. ko! Isipin mo bumili ng load wala naman kaming cellphone?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BEN:               Mas tanga mrs. ko!! Biruin mo, bumili ng printer wala naman kaming computer...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JR:                  Wala ng mas tatanga sa mrs. ko mga pare!!! Akalain nyo, tuwing aalis sya, laging nagdadala ng condom, ala naman syang&lt;br /&gt;                        TITI! Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           ***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NGONGO AND WIFE (MAKING LOVE)...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NGONGO:               Muk'a mo mapute!&lt;br /&gt;WIFE:                         Di naman, ah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NGONGO:               Muk'a mo mapute!&lt;br /&gt;WIFE:                         Di nga sabi mapute eh!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NGONGO:               (shouting) Ang sabi ko, MUK'A MO MAPUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                  (Anak Nagising .....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ANAK:                       Ma, ang sabi ni papa... IBUKA MO MABUTE!&lt;br /&gt;                                  Naman o, istorbo...! Hummppp!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            *** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLA:             Iho, tulungan mo ko isa akong prinsesa, ako'y isinumpa. Kung Ako'y iyong gagahasain, babalik ako sa maganda kong&lt;br /&gt;                       anyo at Tuluyan ng mapuputol ang sumpa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MAKARAAN ANG ILANG SAGLIT..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BINATA:         Yan, tapos na! Bakit di ka pa nagpapalit ng anyo?&lt;br /&gt;LOLA:             Ilan taon kana, iho?&lt;br /&gt;BINATA:         28 po.&lt;br /&gt;LOLA:             Yan tanda mong yan naniniwala ka pa sa FAIRYTALES?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            *** &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;ANAK:            Itay, ano sa English ang utot?&lt;br /&gt;AMA:              Wind of change...&lt;br /&gt;ANAK:            Eh yung utot na walang tunog?&lt;br /&gt;AMA:              Sound of Silence.&lt;br /&gt;ANAK:            Yung utot na may dalang ebak?&lt;br /&gt;AMA:              Dust in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;ANAK:            Eh, yung di sinasadyang utot?&lt;br /&gt;AMA:              Careless whisper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4516171462124001742</id><published>2009-06-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:09:47.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--bakasyon 2009-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SjHbw721z_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GcMAXaeY-YY/s1600-h/dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346295555131457618" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nku, just want to share it with you guys, last may.18-may29 nagbakasyon kmi sa leyte (my papa's hometown),and sa Cebu (my mama's hometown) with my papa,mama and my sistah,.o db family bonding tlga haha,..actually guys, every year nagbabaksyon tlga kmi,.para mag unwind haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama nuh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4516171462124001742?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4516171462124001742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4516171462124001742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-5993244929975951126</id><published>2009-06-11T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:09:31.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>-- stress --</title><content type='html'>omg yesterday June.11 may client ako super nagalit because of ielts bkt ganun sila kht sila itong may mali sakin laht sinisisi,..bkt may mga taong ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis tlga siya super,.kaka stress hay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-5993244929975951126?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/5993244929975951126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#00cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; him nicely, he says u are &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;IN LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;with him;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 153, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, he says u are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;DRESS Nicely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, he says u are trying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff3300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 51, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;LURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; him;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 51);"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he says u are from &lt;span style="color:#3366cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;VILLAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#cccc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 204, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;ARGUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;with him, he says u are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 153, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;STUBBORN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ccffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 255, 204); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;QUIET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, he says u have no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 153, 153); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;BRAINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans  MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(102, 153, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;SMARTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; than him, he'll lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans  MS;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;FACE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Smarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;than u, he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#660033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff3300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 51, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt; ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; him, he tries to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 0, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;POSSESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; u;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; him! , he will try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 153, 102); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;LEAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; u.(very true huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;with him., he says u &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (uu nga  yun agad iisipin nila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: red; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;!! he says u are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u tell him your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);"&gt;PROBLEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he says u are &lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 255);"&gt;TROUBLESOME;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, he says that u don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;TRUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;him.&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(153, 204, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;SCOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; him, u are like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 0, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;NANNY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;to him;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 51);"&gt;SCOLDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u, it is because he &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;CARES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for u.&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;BREAKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; his, he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans   MS'; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; to do so.&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 51, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;SMOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, u are &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9900ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;SMOKES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he is GENTLEMAN&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 102); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; in your exams, he says it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(0, 153, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(153, 153, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he does  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#cccc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 204, 51); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: rgb(204, 153, 0); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;BRAINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans   MS'; color: rgb(51, 0, 102); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; him, u are CRUEL;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;HURTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u, u are too &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SENSITIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,well,well tamaan wag maggagalit wahehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-887781874187659663?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7799535768785178604</id><published>2009-04-23T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:12:09.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys vs girls'/><title type='text'>♥♥♥30 - What Girls Feels♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;img src="http://depthinfinity.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/thumb_deep_feeling_by_depthinfinity.jpg" alt="joinGroup" border="0" width="331" height="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                 &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't&lt;br /&gt;crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;When she ignores you after you've done&lt;br /&gt; something wrong, it's best to give her some&lt;br /&gt;time to cool down before touching her heart&lt;br /&gt;with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;A girl can't find anything to hate about the&lt;br /&gt;guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for&lt;br /&gt; her to 'get over him' after the relationship' s&lt;br /&gt;over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on&lt;br /&gt;her mind every minute of the day, even though&lt;br /&gt;she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;When the guy she likes smiles and stares&lt;br /&gt; deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually&lt;br /&gt;not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;When a particular guy flirts with a girl very&lt;br /&gt;often, a girl  would start thinking the guy likes&lt;br /&gt;her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go&lt;br /&gt;easy on the smiles and stare ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;If you don't like a girl who likes you, break&lt;br /&gt;it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject&lt;br /&gt; her, leave her alone for a while. If you still&lt;br /&gt;treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Girls enjoy talking about what they feel.&lt;br /&gt;Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of&lt;br /&gt;expressing themselves (which explains why&lt;br /&gt; most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Never tell a girl that she is useless in&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;When the guy she likes calls her for the&lt;br /&gt;first time, the girl may act uninterested during&lt;br /&gt; the call. But as soon as the phone is back on&lt;br /&gt;the hook, she will whoop with joy and&lt;br /&gt;immediately start telephoning her friends to&lt;br /&gt;spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;A smile means a lot to a  girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;If you like a girl, try making friends with her&lt;br /&gt;first. Let her get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;If a girl says she can't go out with you&lt;br /&gt;because she has to study, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;But if she still calls you or expect a call from&lt;br /&gt; you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Hearing the words "I love you" is a great&lt;br /&gt;reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll&lt;br /&gt; wonder why she never noticed him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl,&lt;br /&gt;read romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;When class pictures come out, a girl would&lt;br /&gt;first check who is standing next to her crush&lt;br /&gt; before actually looking at herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;A girl's ex-crush will always be in her&lt;br /&gt;memory, but the guy she loves now stays in&lt;br /&gt;her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Girls love having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;A girl's best friends usually know best what&lt;br /&gt;she is feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to&lt;br /&gt;them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Love means devotion, caring and&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;to a girl, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Some girls care about looks, some care&lt;br /&gt;about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will&lt;br /&gt;love and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha-Q/join"&gt;               &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7799535768785178604?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7799535768785178604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7799535768785178604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7799535768785178604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7799535768785178604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-what-girls-feels.html' title='♥♥♥30 - What Girls Feels♥♥♥'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1965836369186062682</id><published>2009-04-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:07:40.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--vacation Trip--</title><content type='html'>27 days to go,..trip na2namin to go to our province for vacation, kaka excite kasi balita ko ,.halos lhat ata ng pinsan ko will be go home din,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share lang.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1965836369186062682?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1965836369186062682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1965836369186062682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1965836369186062682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1965836369186062682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacation-trip.html' title='--vacation Trip--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4771539599272252724</id><published>2009-04-06T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:12:30.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>---LiNeS nA mALuPeT-- (reposting :D)---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reposting the blog from Reiner's site: (&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://reiner25.multiply.com/journal/item/15/pamatay_pick_up_lines"&gt;http://reiner25.multiply.com/journal/item/15/pamatay_pick_up_lines&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1.. Kumain ka ba ng asukal? Ang tamis kasi ng ngiti  mo.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a bee, can you be my honey?&lt;br /&gt;3. May lahi ka bang keyboard? Type kasi kita.&lt;br /&gt;4. Papupulis kita! Ninakaw mo kasi puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a dictionary? Coz you add meaning to my life.&lt;br /&gt;6. I lost my number. Can I have yours?&lt;br /&gt;7. I forgot your name. Can I call you mine?&lt;br /&gt;8. Ice ka ba? Crush kita, okay lang?&lt;br /&gt;9. Sweswertihin ka sa pagibig ngayong taon, pag naging akin ka.&lt;br /&gt;10. Meralco ka ba? Pag ngumiti ka kasi may spark.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bangin ka ba? Nahulog kasi ako sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;12. May butas ba yang puso mo? Natrap kasi ako, can't find my way out.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pustiso ka ba? Kasi I can't smile without you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Nabibingi ka na&lt;br /&gt;ba? Coz my heart has been screaming out your name for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;15. Tapos na ba ung exam mo? Para ako naman sagutin mo.&lt;br /&gt;16. Ok lang na ako ang magbayad ng tuition fee mo? Basta pag-aralan mo lang akong mahalin.&lt;br /&gt;17. Alam mo ba na scientist ako? At ikaw yung LAB ko.&lt;br /&gt;18. May lisensya ka ba? Coz you're driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;19. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo? May sira ata relo ko. Pag ikaw kasi kasama ko, humihinto ang oras ko.&lt;br /&gt;20. Aanhin pa ang gravity, kung lagi lang akong mahuhulog sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;21. Mahilig ka ba magluto na pancit canton? Kasi pag kasama kita, feeling ko, "LUCKY ME."&lt;br /&gt;22. Am i a bad shooter? Coz i keep on missing you.&lt;br /&gt;23. Kung posporo ka at posporo din ako, eh di MATCH tayo.&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite subject mo ba geometry? Kasi kahit anong angle, ang cute mo.&lt;br /&gt;25. Kapag ako may tindahan, lahat ng tao bebentahan ko ng mura, sayo lang hindi, dahil sayo lang ako magmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;26. Alarm clock ka ba? Ginising mo kasi ang natutulog kong puso eh.&lt;br /&gt;27. Pwede ka bang makatabi pag may exam? Coz i feel perfect beside you.&lt;br /&gt;28. May mapa ka ba diyan? Para alam ko ang daan papunta sa puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;29. Excuse me! Miss alam mo ba yung kasabihan ng mga Pilipino?&lt;br /&gt;"Aanhin pa ang damo, kung sayo pa lang may tama na ko."&lt;br /&gt;30. Di ka ba nahihirapan sa sitwasyon natin? Hanggang friends na lang ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;31. Kung pumanaw man ang Selyang naging irog ni Balagtas, ngayon nakita ko na ang isang (name of girl), na magbibigay sa akin ng kasiyahan o kabiguaang aking inaasam asam, (name of girl) wag mo sanang palubugin ang araw sa tanghaling tapat, tumingin ka sa aking mata at sabihin mong hindi mo ako mahal, at habang buhay kitang lulubayan.&lt;br /&gt;32. Miss, kahoy ka ba? Sarap mo kasing sibakin.&lt;br /&gt;33. Pagod ka na noh? Maghapon ka na kasing tumatakbo sa isip ko.&lt;br /&gt;34. Hindi tayo tao, hindi rin tayo hayop. Bagay tayo! Bagay!!!&lt;br /&gt;35. Miss, your legs are like mayonnaise. They are best when spread out!&lt;br /&gt;36. Minamalat na nanman puso ko. Paano kasi, laging sumisigaw ng pangalan mo!&lt;br /&gt;37. Uy papicture tayo! Para ma-develop tayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;38. Can I take your picture? Coz i want to show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;38. Centrum ka ba? Kasi you make my life complete!&lt;br /&gt;39. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar? Kasi single kasi ako!&lt;br /&gt;40. Umutot ka ba? Kasi you blew me away!&lt;br /&gt;41. Sana T na lang ako, para I'm always next to U.&lt;br /&gt;42. Steady ka ba? Gusto kasi kitang galawin eh.&lt;br /&gt;43. Great person, ikaw yan. Great friend, ikaw rin yan. Great looks, sa'yo talaga yan. Great heart, sa'yo pa rin yan. Great taste, sobra ka na. KAPE na yan.&lt;br /&gt;44. Kahapon nasaktan ako nung makita ko siya, di na niya kasi ako kilala pero nung tinitigan ko siyang mabuti, na-realize ko di ko din pala sya kilala. Kaya naman pala.&lt;br /&gt;45. Aanhin pa ang alak kung sa akin pa lang, tinatamaan na sila.&lt;br /&gt;46. Siguro magaling kang mag-CPR kasi napatibok mo ulit ang puso ko!&lt;br /&gt;47. Alarm clock ka ba? Kasi ginising mo ang natutulog kong damdamin!&lt;br /&gt;48. Camera ka ba? Kasi you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;49. Noong minahal kita, talo mo pa ang traffic sa EDSA. I CANT MOVE ON!&lt;br /&gt;50. You're like dandruff. I cant get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;51. Eraser ka ba? Kasi binura mo ang masasamang ala-ala ko.&lt;br /&gt;52. Pwede ba kitang maging driver? Para ikaw na magpatakbo ng buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;52. BOY: Is this seat taken? GIRL: NO, and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;53. Is your dad a terrorist? Coz you're the BOMB baby!&lt;br /&gt;54. Excuse me, alam mo ba kung anong oras na? Tumigil kasi ang mundo nang makita kita.&lt;br /&gt;55. Nasaan ka kagabi? Wala ka kasi sa panaginip ko.&lt;br /&gt;56. Nasa impyerno na ba ako? Coz you're so HOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;57. Gusto ko nang mamatay, para makasama na ang anghel na tulad mo!&lt;br /&gt;58. (Name of girl), sa dinadami ng babaeng dumaan sa buhay ko, ni isa wala pa akong minahal. Kung sakali ngayon pa lang, isang bagay lang ang ikinakatakot ko. Ang malamang mahal mo na ako pero may kapiling na akong iba.&lt;br /&gt;59. Hindi ka ba napapagod, kasi kanina ka pa takbo ng takbo sa utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;60. Napaos na naman ako sa kakasigaw ng pangalan mo.&lt;br /&gt;61. Uy, question? Can you recommend a good banker where I can make a deposit? Coz I'm planning to save all my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;62. May free time ka ba? Samahan mo naman ako sa psychiatrist. Magdala daw kasi ako ng kinababaliwan ko.&lt;br /&gt;63. Oi bukas sisingilin na kita ng renta ha, kasi matagal ka ng nakatira sa puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;64. Excuse me. Kung dederetchohin ko ba ang daan na ito, dederetcho ba ito sa puso mo?&lt;br /&gt;65. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzles noh? Kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw ko binubuo mo na.&lt;br /&gt;66. Father? yes, I can be a father...Father of your future baby.&lt;br /&gt;67. Exam ka ba? Kasi gustong gusto na kitang itake home eh.&lt;br /&gt;68. Uy sabi ng doctor malala na daw ang sakit ko sa puso. Dalawana lang daw ang option: either ICU or you see me.&lt;br /&gt;69. Ibibili kita ng salbabida, kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal ko.&lt;br /&gt;70. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight, o gusto mong dumaan ulit ako?&lt;br /&gt;71. Kung bola ka at ako ang player, mashoo-shoot ba kita? Hindi, kasi lagi kitang mamimiss.&lt;br /&gt;72. Wag kang maooffend ha, pero sa tingin ko, magnanakaw ang mga magulang mo. Ninakaw lahat ng bituin sa langit at inilagay sa mga mata mo.&lt;br /&gt;73. Ms., nurse/cardiologist ka ba? Pwede mo po bang alagaan ang puso ko?&lt;br /&gt;74. Nakakatakot di ba ang multo? Pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala ka sa buhay ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4771539599272252724?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4771539599272252724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4771539599272252724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4771539599272252724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4771539599272252724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/04/lines-na-malupet-reposting-d.html' title='---LiNeS nA mALuPeT-- (reposting :D)---'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7314044220248852698</id><published>2009-03-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:12:54.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--ZooBiC SaFaRi--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here's some of our pix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SdrdKLhijLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VUce30ectLA/s1600-h/CIMG0648.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/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SdrdKLhijLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VUce30ectLA/s320/CIMG0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321809076653558962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SdCP6kec67I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5ISsgPgUrQI/s1600-h/IMG_1874.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/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SdCP6kec67I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5ISsgPgUrQI/s320/IMG_1874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318909396311141298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         --class picture--wahehe&lt;br /&gt;Company fieldtrip?! hehe gimik sa zoobic safari bonding bondingan with the animals hehe,.picture2x un lang just want to share it to you guys hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7314044220248852698?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7314044220248852698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7314044220248852698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7314044220248852698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7314044220248852698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/03/zoobic-safari.html' title='--ZooBiC SaFaRi--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SdrdKLhijLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VUce30ectLA/s72-c/CIMG0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-3762180160312217139</id><published>2009-03-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:13:21.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>...yOu ChAnGe My LiFe fave-LiNe's.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Pagod na pagod na siguro si Laida ngayon. Buong araw ba naman siyang tumatakbo diyan sa utak mo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kahit minsan di ko naramdamang mahirap kang mahalin... ngayon lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I did not ask you to love me so don't make me feel like I have to love you back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Because there's so much pain in your heart kaya di mo mararamdamang mahal kita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;walang sukatan ng pagmamahal, kasi kung laging magsusukatan, lagi ding may sobra o may kulang. just give your best when you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; so hindi totoo na sa isang relationship, mas may nagmamahal ng sobra, may hindi lang makuntento sa kung anong pwedeng ibigay ng isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alam mo, feeling ko, magaling ka talaga sa puzzle.. kasi umaga pa lang, binuo mo na ang araw ko!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alam mo, feeling ko, magaling ka talaga sa puzzle.. kasi umaga pa lang, binuo mo na ang araw ko!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dahil narito ka na, pababaunan kita ng Power Hug!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sana V na lang ako, para i'm always right next to U...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miggy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not jealous, I can't be jealous, I've never been jealous... NGAYON LANG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Manang Vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;siguro, letter A ka..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A po?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Manang Vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;kasi you're not meant to B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Manang Vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;February 15 na. tapos na Valentine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Belated Happy Valentines po!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miggy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Umm.. Laida?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pinalapit ni miggy sa kanya, then ni-kiss ni Laida si Miggy sa cheeks..elevator opens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Gio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guys, tulungan nyo ako, ang haba ng buhok ni Laida, baka maipit sa elevator..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miggy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Umm.. Laida?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pinalapit ni miggy sa kanya, then ni-kiss ni Laida si Miggy sa cheeks..elevator opens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  Gio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guys, tulungan nyo ako, ang haba ng buhok ni Laida, baka maipit..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;inside the elevator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Matet: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6 months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;joross: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tingin ko 3 months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hindi, 3 weeks..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;four.......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gio and Joross: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4 days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Laida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;four........ever!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miggy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Kuya, was it worth it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Art: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miggy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You and Christina..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Art:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; if taking over our family business and making it as big as it is now, then the sacrifice is all worth it.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miggy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ang hirap maging ikaw, Kuya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Art: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not asking you to be me. I'm asking you to be better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-3762180160312217139?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/3762180160312217139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=3762180160312217139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3762180160312217139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3762180160312217139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-change-my-life-fave-lines.html' title='...yOu ChAnGe My LiFe fave-LiNe&apos;s.....'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8329633467975642872</id><published>2009-02-15T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:13:37.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--learn on ur experience--</title><content type='html'>just want to share this lang po, last Feb.10, sahod namin so i and my officemate decided to withdraw napo ng sahod namin at 4.18pm,.while me nag withdraw ako ng amount of 10k  half lang,.den at 7pm we have dinner at seaside asia, together with my boss at 11 pm nakarating na ako sa bahay, den nung time na ibibgay ko na ung money na withdraw ko para bigay sa mother ko i've notice na wla na pala dun yung atm ko so the next day Feb,11 at 10am, nasa moa office ako i call the SEcurity bank para mapa blocked ung account ko,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb.16 at 9am, nagpunta ako security bank NAIA branch para, request for new atm , den para nadin mag over the counter para mawithdraw ko ung remaining balance ko na 10k, unfortunately here's the badnews the teller informed me na wala ng laman yung atm ko means nawithdraw yung remaining balance ko na 10k,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung sinabi saking ng teller un dko alam kung anung reaksiyon ang magagawa ko hay nku!! hard din namn kasi magbintang,.sana lang makontento na yung kumuha nun hay nku nahihirapan ako ang bigat ng loob ko huhuh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8329633467975642872?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8329633467975642872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8329633467975642872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8329633467975642872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8329633467975642872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/02/learn-on-ur-experience.html' title='--learn on ur experience--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8909657762237430388</id><published>2009-02-09T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:13:54.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys vs girls'/><title type='text'>@@-What Guys Like About Girls-@@</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WELL here's a few reasons why guys like girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;br /&gt;                      2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our                        shoulder&lt;br /&gt;                      3. How cute they look when they sleep&lt;br /&gt;                      4. the ease in which they fit into our arms&lt;br /&gt;                      5. the way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything                        is right in the world&lt;br /&gt;                      6. How cute they are when they eat&lt;br /&gt;                      7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end                        it makes it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;                      8. because they are always warm even when its minus 30 out                        side&lt;br /&gt;                      9. the way they look good no matter what they wear&lt;br /&gt;                      10. the way they fish for compliments even though you both                        know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this                        earth&lt;br /&gt;                      11. How cute they are when they argue&lt;br /&gt;                      12. the way her hand always finds yours&lt;br /&gt;                      13. the way they smile&lt;br /&gt;                      14. the way you feel when you see their name on the call                        ID after you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;                      15. the way she says "lets not fight anymore"                        even though you know that an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;                      16. the way they kiss when you do something nice for them&lt;br /&gt;                      17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you'&lt;br /&gt;                      18. actually... just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;                      19. the way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;br /&gt;                      20. then the way they apologize for crying over something                        that silly&lt;br /&gt;                      21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt&lt;br /&gt;                      22. then the way apologize when it does hurt ..(even though                        we don't admit it!)&lt;br /&gt;                      23. the way they say "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;                      24. the way you miss them&lt;br /&gt;                      25. the way their tears make you want to change the world                        so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would                        die or know that you would die without them... it matters                        not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the                        world they become everything to you. When you look them                        in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and                        you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know                        that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic                        beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons,                        No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind                        but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8909657762237430388?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8909657762237430388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8909657762237430388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8909657762237430388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8909657762237430388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-guys-like-about-girls.html' title='@@-What Guys Like About Girls-@@'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-1876423460263535827</id><published>2009-02-09T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:14:27.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>How Is This Fair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How is this fair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That I get the wrong end of the deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sit here and cry myself to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hoping one day you will come and save me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but life goes on and you never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that I could have you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wish that I could have you to hold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wish so much but nothing ever happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that You loved me still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; so we could just be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So is this fair that you can sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; while I lay awake, wanting you with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Is it fair that you can be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; by making me so sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it fair that I'm the one to suffer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do I stop my heart from breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; down every time I think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do I hold myself together without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it fair that my happiness has to leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with only sadness to rolling down my cheeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Love hurts and sometimes... I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-1876423460263535827?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/1876423460263535827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=1876423460263535827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1876423460263535827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/1876423460263535827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-is-this-fair.html' title='How Is This Fair?'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7032344738165950578</id><published>2009-02-09T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:23:05.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>--I LoVe Him--</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I know what love is,&lt;br /&gt;                      it is because of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; When you came,&lt;br /&gt;                      you were like red wine and honey,&lt;br /&gt;                      and the taste of you&lt;br /&gt;                      burnt my mouth with its sweetness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There are many fish in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;                      but you're the only one for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite place to be&lt;br /&gt;                      is inside of your hugs&lt;br /&gt;                      where it's warm and loving.&lt;br /&gt;                      I Love You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Come live with me and be my love,&lt;br /&gt;                      and we will some&lt;br /&gt;                      new pleasures prove,&lt;br /&gt;                      of golden sands,&lt;br /&gt;                      and crystal beaches,&lt;br /&gt;                      with silken lines and silver hooks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We came together&lt;br /&gt;                      underneath the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;                      What started out as liking&lt;br /&gt;                      soon developed into love.&lt;br /&gt;                      I sense a certain something that,&lt;br /&gt;                      in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;                      felt so true that&lt;br /&gt;                      I knew I waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;                      to fall in love with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Because Life Isn't&lt;br /&gt;                      Quite Worth Living&lt;br /&gt;                      If I Can't Share It With Someone Like You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Definition of Destiny:&lt;br /&gt;                      Something that was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;                      Or&lt;br /&gt;                      Is going to be&lt;br /&gt;                      Example: You and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes your nearness&lt;br /&gt;                      takes my breath away;&lt;br /&gt;                      and all the things&lt;br /&gt;                      I want to say can find no voice.&lt;br /&gt;                      Then, in silence,&lt;br /&gt;                      I can only hope&lt;br /&gt;                      my eyes will speak my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you times infinity...&lt;br /&gt;                            plus one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're nothing short&lt;br /&gt;                      of my everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I only thought of you once today,&lt;br /&gt;                      I just never stopped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                     &lt;span class="contentheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7032344738165950578?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7032344738165950578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7032344738165950578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7032344738165950578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7032344738165950578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-him.html' title='--I LoVe Him--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-6106532231178201090</id><published>2009-01-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:23:34.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>--finaLLy--</title><content type='html'>hi sa wakas,.after a month ma update ko na din yung blog ko,.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay! dami ko like ikwento like last December,21 napanood ko din ang twilight :D r w/ mark,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, thanks pla dun sa gift ah!! i really like it po :*...thx din pla  sa pag download nung mga song sa twilight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6106532231178201090?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6106532231178201090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6106532231178201090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6106532231178201090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6106532231178201090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='--finaLLy--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-4072171281485206540</id><published>2008-11-19T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:23:54.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>twilight quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;-- actually ala sa plan ko watch dis movie,.dko nga lam story nito ei,.post ko lng to here kasi like ko ung mga quotes nila,..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;--so kilig  as in--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;1. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble,even. That ought to count for something. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;3. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;4. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;5. So did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I’ve never seen him act like that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mike)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;6. Forks was literally my personal hell on earth. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;7. Once people start throwing wet stuff I go inside. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;8. Edward Cullen is staring at you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jessica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;9. He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;10. I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting…and brilliant…and mysterious…and&lt;br /&gt;perfect…and beautiful…and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;11. Bella it’s not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;12. I thought you were suppose to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;13. Stupid, shiny volvo owner. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;14. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;15. I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;16. I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. There was no way I was going to own up to that.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;17. What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;18. So you faint at the sight of blood?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;19. You scared me for a minute there. I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;20. Honestly-I’ve seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;21. Go sit down and look pale. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;22. His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;23. Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;24. Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So…try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;25. I don’t think a tank could take out that old monster.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Jacob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;26. I tried to make my smile alluring, wondering if i was laying it on too thick. He smiled back, though, looking allured. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;27. There’s always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they’re civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jacob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;28. Do you think if I ran him over with my truck he would stop feeling guilty about the accident?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;29. Stupid, unreliable vampire. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;30. I realized then that I wasn’t being followed. I was being herded.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;31. Do I dazzle you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;32. He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I’d ever seen them, golden butterscotch. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;33. You’re always crabbier when your eyes are black-I expect it then. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;34. Only you could get in trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;35. You’re a magnet for accidents-that’s not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;36. I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;37. Your number was up the first time I met you.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;38. I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried you’re the freak. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;39. And you accuse me of dazzling people-poor Jacob Black.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;40. And how long have you been seventeen.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;41. I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;42. About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn’t know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;43. Hadn’t you noticed? I’m breaking all the rules now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;44. We all like to drive fast.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;45. But outside the door to our Spanish class, leaning against the wall-looking more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to-Edward was waiting for me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;46. I’m absolutely ordinary-well, except for bad things like all the near-death experiences and being so clumsy that I’m almost disabled. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;47. Are you referring to the fact that you can’t walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;48. His skin was icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm-like I’d been burned, but didn’t feel the pain of it yet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;49. He looks at you like…like you’re something to eat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mike)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;50. When we hunt, we give ourselves over to our senses…govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way…&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;51. It’s twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way…the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;52. He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorius. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;53. If I’m going to be alone with you tommorrow, I’m going to take whatever precautions I can.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;54. He knows I’ve been meaning to do the laundry. Maybe he’ll think I fell in the washer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;55. I realized slowly that his words should frighten me. I waited for that fear to come, but all I could seem to feel was an ache for his pain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;56. I promise to try to be safe. I’ll do the laundry tonight-that ought to be fraught with peril. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;57. This truck is old enough to be your car’s grandfather-have some respect. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;58. Are you so depressed by Forks that it’s made you suicidal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;59. So you’re worried about the trouble it might cause me-if you don’t come home? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;60. Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, though I’d been staring at him all afternoon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;61. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;62. Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;63. I’m the worlds best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in-my voice, my face, even my smell. As if i need any of that! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;64. I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated f facade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;65. That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That’s really not in you’re best interest.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;66. I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;67. So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;68. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;69. To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;70. I so very nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily dealt with. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;71. Who were you, an insignificant little girl, to chase me from the place I wanted to be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;72. Common sense told me I should be terrified. Instead, I was relieved to finally understand. And I was filled with compassion for his suffering, even now, as he confessed his craving to take my life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;73. You already know how I feel, of course. I’m here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;74. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…What a stupid lamb. What a sick, masochistic lion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward, Bella, Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;75. It was just how close you were. Most humans instinctively shy away from us, are repelled by our alienness… I wasn’t expecting you to come so close. And the smell of your throat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;76. I knew at any moment it could be too much, and my life could end — so quickly that I might not even notice. And I couldn’t make myself be afraid. I couldn’t think of anything, except that he was touching me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;77. No one could be still like Edward. He closed his eyes and became as immobile as stone, a carving under my hand. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;78. If I’d ever feared death before in his presence, it was nothing compared to how I felt now.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;79. Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;80. Bella, I’ve already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I’m not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can’t even walk straight. Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;81. You’re intoxicated by my very presence.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;82. Take it easy — my truck is a senior citizen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;83. Do you think I could walk down the street in the sunlight without causing traffic accidents? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;84. I couldn’t picture it, this godlike creature sitting in my father’s shabby kitchen chair. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;85. Can I have a minute to be human? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;86. Bring on the shackles — I’m your prisoner.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;87. For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;88. Just because I’m resisting the wine doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the bouquet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;89. Yeah, it’s an off day when I don’t get somebody telling me how edible I smell. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;90. Let me get this straight — I’m the baby seal, right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;91. Are you sure you won’t vanish in the morning? You are mythical, after all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;92. You don’t realize how incredibly breakable you are. I can never, never afford to lose any kind of control when I’m with you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;93. I may not be a human, but I am a man. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;94. He laughed, and then began to hum that same, unfamiliar lullaby; the voice of an archangel, soft in my ear. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;95. Your hair looks like a haystack… but I like it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;96. Well, it’s no irritable grizzly… &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;97. I doubted there were any etiquette books detailing how to dress when your vampire sweetheart takes you home to meet his vampire family. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;98. You are utterly indecent — no one should look so tempting, it’s not fair. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;99. Shall I explain how you are tempting me? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;100. What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kissed you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;101. I think I forgot to breathe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;102. And you’re worried, not because you’re headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won’t approve of you, correct? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;103. Actually, Esme wouldn’t care if you had a third eye and webbed feet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;104. Finally, a rational response! I was beginning to think you had no sense of self-preservation at all.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;105. No coffins, no piled skulls in the corners; I don’t even think we have cobwebs… what a disappointment this must be for you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;106. I know that at some point, something I tell you or something you see is going to be too much. And then you’ll run away from me, screaming as you go. I won’t stop you. I want this to happen, because I want you to be safe. And yet, I want to be with you. The two desires are impossible to reconcile… &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;107. You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;108. I hate to burst your bubble, but you’re really not as scary as you think you are. I don’t find you scary at all, actually. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;109. Vampires like baseball? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;110. I could walk home faster than this truck moves. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;111. You smell so good in the rain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;112. Bella, you don’t really think I would hit a tree, do you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;113. Damn it, Bella! You’ll be the death of me, I swear you will. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;114. I love you. It’s a poor excuse for what I’m doing, but it’s still true. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;115. You don’t mind, then? That I’m… all wrong for him? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;116. You brought a snack? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;117. I saw his mind. Tracking is his passion, his obsession — and he wants her, Alice — her, specifically. He begins the hunt tonight &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;118. If you let anything happen to yourself— anything at all — I’m holding you personally responsible. Do you understand that? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;119. I love you. I will always love you, no matter what happens now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;120. I can’t do this anymore! I can’t put down any more roots here! I don’t want to end up trapped in this stupid, boring town like Mom! I’m not going to make the same dumb mistake she did. I hate it — I can’t stay here another minute! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;121. But it won’t be all right when I’m not with you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;122. If you didn’t smell so appallingly luscious, he might not have bothered. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;123. You wouldn’t believe how euphoric he is now. It’s his favorite game, and we’ve just made it his most exciting game ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;124. Bella, don’t you dare waste time worrying about me. Your only concern is keeping yourself safe and — please, please — trying not to be reckless. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;125. What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Rosalie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;126. I can feel what you’re feeling now — and you are worth it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jasper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;127. You are under too much strain as it is; don’t add to it with wholly unnecessary worries. Listen to me! Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jasper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;128. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;129. And then, like a carnivorous flower, we are physically attractive to our prey. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;130. It’s like you’ve taken half my self away with you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;131. Immortality must grant endless patience. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;132. Before noon, please, Bella. I haven’t got all day.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;133. I folded the letter carefully, and sealed it in the envelope. Eventually he would find it. I only hoped he would understand, and listen to me just this once. And then I carefully sealed away my heart. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;134. The minutes passed and Edward’s arrival grew closer. It was amazing how every cell in my body seemed to know he was coming, to long for his coming. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;135. Terror seized me so strongly that I was literally trapped by it. I couldn’t make my feet move forward. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;136. I suppose you’re going to tell me that your boyfriend will avenge you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;137. It was all for him, of course. You’re simply a human, who unfortunately was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and indisputably running with the wrong crowd, I might add.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;138. I thought this room would be visually dramatic for my little film. That’s why I picked this place to meet you. It’s perfect, isn’t it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;139. I heard, as if from underwater, the final growl of the hunter. I could see, through the long tunnels my eyes had become, his dark shape coming toward me. With my last effort, my hand instinctively raised to protect my face. My eyes closed, and I drifted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;140. This couldn’t be heaven, could it? There was too much pain for that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;141. Stay, Edward, stay with me…&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;142. I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward’s quiet laugh, weak with relief. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;143. You can sleep, sweetheart, I’ll carry you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;144. Death shouldn’t be this uncomfortable.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;145. You fell down two flights of stairs and through a window. You have to admit, it could happen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;146. They gave you a few transfusions. I didn’t like it — it made you smell all wrong for a while. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;147. Don’t I taste as good as I smell? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;148. Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand… &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;149. Alice had a little bit too much fun fabricating evidence. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;150. I was not finished kissing you. Don’t make me come over there.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;151. Don’t forget to breathe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;152. I think that boy is in love with you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Renee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;153. I'm pretty crazy about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;154. He didn’t say anything; he watched my face warily as the pain that had nothing to do with broken bones, pain that was infinitely worse, threatened to crush me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;155. Now relax before I call the nurse back to sedate you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;156. If it weren’t for you, I would be rotting away in the Forks cemetery. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;157. I don’t seem to be strong enough to stay away from you, so I suppose that you’ll get your way… whether it kills you or not. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;158. Why didn’t you just let the venom spread? By now I would be just like you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;159. I can’t always be Lois Lane. I want to be Superman, too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;160. You are my life. You’re the only thing it would hurt me to lose. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;161. It’s possible to take bravery to the point where it becomes insanity. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;162. If you’re waiting for me to be on my deathbed, I’ve got news for you! I was just there!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;163. I may not die now… but I’m going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I’m going to get old. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;164. I’m hardly a lottery prize. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;165. Bella, we’re not having this discussion anymore. I refuse to damn you to an eternity of night and that’s the end of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;166. You’ll never catch me betting against Alice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;167. I’m not afraid of the needles. I’m afraid to close my eyes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;168. You’re talking about forever, you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;169. That’s the beautiful thing about being human. Things change. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;170. I’m betting on Alice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;171. I’m not coming over anymore if Alice is going to treat me like Guinea Pig Barbie when I do.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;172. His eyes were melting all my fury. It was impossible to fight with him when he cheated like that.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;173. Emmett enjoyed having me around — he thought my bizarre human reactions were hilarious… or maybe it was just the fact that I fell down a lot that he found so funny. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;174. At school, where Charlie couldn’t interfere, Edward and I were inseparable — except for those rare sunny days. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;175. When someone wants to kill you, you’re brave as a lion — and then when someone mentions dancing… &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;176. Bella, I won’t let anything hurt you — not even yourself. I won’t let go of you once, I promise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;177. This looks like a horror movie waiting to happen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;178. Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;179. Oh, I’m with the vampires, of course. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;180. Can you believe my dad paid me twenty bucks to come to your prom? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jacob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;181. He said to tell you, no, to warn you, that — and this is his plural, not mine, ‘We’ll be watching.’ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jacob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;182. So, should I tell him you said to butt the hell out? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jacob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;183. He called you pretty. That’s practically an insult, the way you look right now. You’re much more than beautiful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;184. Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;185. So ready for this to be the end, for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You’re ready to give up everything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;186. It’s not the end, it’s the beginning.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;187. I’m not worth it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;188. Do you remember when you told me that I didn’t see myself very clearly? You obviously have the same blindness.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;189. Is that what you dream about? Being a monster? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;190. Mostly I dream about being with you forever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;191. I will stay with you — isn’t that enough? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;192. I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn’t that enough? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;193. Yes, it is enough. Enough for forever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edward) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;**credits**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-4072171281485206540?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/4072171281485206540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=4072171281485206540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4072171281485206540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/4072171281485206540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-quotes.html' title='twilight quotes'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-3833648971184458472</id><published>2008-11-17T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:12:14.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>--LaB iT--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SSIyfGUFGqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y-n2_fX1udM/s1600-h/url.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SSIyfGUFGqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y-n2_fX1udM/s320/url.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269830023829068450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---waaaaa nice story napaka realistic, ..nkakarelate ako as in hehe,,.n besides some info sa story already-- --happen sakin wen i was in hi-skul,..Gosh bigla ko tuloy naalala hi-skul life ko ,..miss it so much na--&lt;br /&gt;--- hay!!!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy reading guy's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 4 months since i saw him and talagang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;namimiss ko na siya... pero what can i do? it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seems that i have loved the wrong person.... but&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;still the pain keeps on hurting me and kung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;walang magbibigay ng gamot para dito sa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nararamdaman ko.... baka mamatay na ako....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to give you a background about my life, everthing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seems to be fine except dun sa time na dumating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;na sa buhay ko yung hinayupak na lalake na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yon.... hehehehe.... kung curious kayo about dun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sa guy... bestfriend ko po yon kaso lang iba na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ang nangyari as time passes by.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;classmate ko sya nung highschool. pards pa nga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ang tawagan namen.... o db ang sweet? di na ako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iba &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;sa kanya&lt;/span&gt; and ganon na ren sya sa aken....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kung di nga lang ako naging babae baka naiuwi na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ako nun sa bahay nila and baka lahat ng gawaing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pang brusko eh ipagawa na nun sa ken eh..... pero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cyempre mukha pa ren naman akong babae noh!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;highskul cyempre may pr om.... &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; cyang date,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wla ren ako.... i know that he wanted to invite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me to be his date pero ang ogag nga kasi nun kaya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the last minute tsaka lang sya nag-ask. he went&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to our house... nakamotor po sya and medyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pawisan pero infairness.. .. mabango pa ren....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;he ask my permission to see my dress for the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;prom.... cyempre para maloka sya sa aken at may&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;konting surprise... i refuse.... o sige, medyo na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;frustrate sya pero hindi yon naging hadlang para&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;invite nya ko.... sa ganda ko na to..... cyempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ang dami munang pa-echeng... . hanggang sa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tanungin nya ako kung may date na ba me.... e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kung di ba naman siya abnormal eh.... papayag ba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;akong makipagdate sa iba eh sya lang ang gusto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ko.... lam mo yon... sarap sampalin.... so in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;short, papilit pa ba ako? syempre.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the night of my life came, i was so pretty sabi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ng nang-uuto kong nanay... pero naniwala lang ako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nang sya na ang nagsabi.... blush ako ever....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kahit alam kong maganda ako since birth(hehehehe)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iba pa ren yung sa kanya galing diba?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we enjoyed that night and lalo ko lang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;napatunayan sa sarili ko na mahal ko na pala ang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hinayupak na bestfrend ko......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;syempre ano pa ba ang sunod na event sa prom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kundi ang graduation na db? the night before the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;graduation, we talked on the phone na para bang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it would be the last time na maririnig namen ang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;boses ng isat-isa.... . ive waited for the moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;na mabanggit nya na may feelings din sya and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hindi naman ako nagkamali... . tinanong nya ako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kung may possibilty daw na maging kame.... i know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;na maiinis kayo sa ken dahil alam nyo ba ang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sagot ko? ah, eh.... hindi pwede kase bestfrends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tayo eh.... yung mga anak na lang naten yung ipag-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;partner naten.... sa isip-isip ko.... ang tanga!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pano ko nasabi ang ganong words? pero wala na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;akong magagawa.... . alam namang bawiin ko pa eh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;di nahuli naman ako db? pe ro ang tanga ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;talga....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cyempre college na.... im so proud to say na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;napunta naman ako sa magandang school and take&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;note... pareho kame ng skul..... ano to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kailangan bang ituloy ang naudlot na pagmamahalan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;namen?.... hehehe....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nagkaboyfriend ako for a year and a half....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;minahal ko sya pero there are these conflicts and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;problems na di na kayang ayusin.... in short....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nagbreak kame.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i guess god meant that to happen kasi yon din&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yung time na nagkita kame ng bestfrend ko..... sa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sobrang miss namen ang isa't-isa... . sabay na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kameng umuwi, kumain, pumasok..... im happy pero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;parang lalo ko lang pinahirapan ang sarili ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dahil my feelings for that guy grows each and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everytime that we are together... buti na lang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;magaling akong magtago at magpigil.... hehehe....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bilib kayo noh?.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one morning, im so busy preparing my project that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;would be pass on that same day.... alam kong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dumati ng na sya at nasa likuran ko na ang mokong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pero dahil sobrang pressure sa project.... gusto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ko man syang dambahan... cyempre mamayang gabi na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lang di ba? hehehe.... di ko sya masyadong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;napansin.... .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;may inabot syang &lt;span&gt;sulat&lt;/span&gt; sa aken and he asked if i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;could join him sa lunch.... i said yes.... then,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alis na cya.... alam naman kc nyang im busy.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when i was about to enter the room, somebody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bumped me and my precious project fell... gusto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ko mang magalet... what can i do db? instead i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ask my prof to give me another chance to do my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;project.... naalala ko si mokong.... the lunch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;date.... kinuha ko ang cell ko to text him that i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cant come to our meeting.... e kaso.... pag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinamaan k nga naman ng malas.... check operator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;service daw.... i tried to look for friends or&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;other kakilala pero malas that day talaga....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so i took my lunch all by my self.... naalala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ko yung letter.... hinanap ko sa bag... WALA !!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bumalik me sa corridor praying na andon pa yung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sulat.... wala ren.... god! why? minsan lang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;magbigay ng sulat yon.... nawala pa.... dont know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;how to tell him about the letter....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so days and weeks passed, pag nagkikita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kame... di nya ako pinapansin.. . ako, i tried to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;talk to him pero alam kong may kasalanan ako pero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ganon ba kalaki ang nagawa kong di pagpunta at&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ganon na lang ang iwas nya?... sige... hinayaan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ko na lang....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;months na ang binilang... i heard that he was&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dating a girl from the same school that we are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in... masakit.... na sa iba ko pa narinig na sila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;na.... mas masakit na wala na akong halaga sa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kanya.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;basta... ilang araw din yon na ganon ang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nararamdaman ko.... weeks.... months....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gagraduate na po ako.... i wonder what's instore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for me in my last day in school.... and so i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thought na puntahan yung favorite hang out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;namen.... when i was about to get near the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;place.... i saw him... with the girl.... umiiyak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ang bruha but i cant hear what they are talking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;about.... so ive decided to get out of that place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;before my tears burst out.... and then a common&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;frend ang sumalubong sa aken.... saying na buntis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ang girl.... syempre.... durog na durog ang puso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ko.... kung kaya nyo lang ma-imagine yung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;naramdaman ko.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the night of that same day.... naloka ang lola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nyo.... nagparamdam ang mokong pagkaraan ng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pagkatagal-tagal na panahon... i thought it was&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;something good for me... for us.... pero i was&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrong.... so wrong..... he gave me a wedding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;invitation and isa ako sa bridesmaids. .... the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;girl... she was waiting in the car.... o db? dati&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;motor lang ngaun... car na....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so the wedding came.... maganda po ako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nun.... sabi ng nanay ko pero wala ng nagsecond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the motion eh.... so naniwala na lang ako sa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanay ko.... then, there was this professor who&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;c ame to see me.... he handed over a letter with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my name carefully printed on the enveloped... . he&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;said that he looked for the owner of that letter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaso lang po malaki po ang skul namin kaya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mahirap magkahanapan db? and so nung nakita nya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ang name ko sa invitation, he decided to bring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the letter thinking that it could save souls...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;daw....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so i was about to open the letter when the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;priest ask kung sino daw ang tututol... dedma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ako.... alam namang manggulo pa ko noh....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;binasa ko na ang letter..... nakakatouch po&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;talaga.... he opened up his feelings for me....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hoping na meron din daw akong feelings for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;him.... he ask that if i will show up to our hang-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;out the next day after he gave his letter, then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it means that i also have feelings for him and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that he would love me for the rest of our&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lives.... but if i wont.... then he will never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;open that topic again.... he pleaded to me na&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sana pumunta ako... ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if only i have that letter.... if only i knew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;about it.... kung di lang ako clumsy and carelss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to keep that letter... things would be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;diffrent.... if only.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so i heard the priest announced the couple as&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;husband and wife.... ang sakit......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;picture taking..... gusto mang sumabog ng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nararamdaman ko.... as you know.... magaling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;akong magpigil.... pero masakit po talaga....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sobra......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;after the picture taking...... niyakap ako ng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bestfrend ko.... ang higpit.... and teary eyed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nyang cnabi na....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i still love you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-3833648971184458472?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/3833648971184458472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=3833648971184458472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3833648971184458472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/3833648971184458472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/lab-it.html' title='--LaB iT--'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/SSIyfGUFGqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y-n2_fX1udM/s72-c/url.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-7784672575911229193</id><published>2008-11-15T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:24:20.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys vs girls'/><title type='text'>-AnG GuStO KoNg BoYFRiEnD-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. SUPER SWEET. &lt;/strong&gt;yung tipong mag iloveyou sken kahit na marinig pa ng ibang tao. wala siyang pakialam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. CUTE MAGSELOS. &lt;/strong&gt;bigla na lang hindi kikibo tapos ayaw pang umamin. haha! then, maya maya makikiusap na wag ko ng kausapin ung dude na pinagselosan nya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. EXCLUSIVELY MINE.&lt;/strong&gt; yung kahit na may magpa kyut ng ibang chix eh suplado mode pa din siya at plagi pa nyang papaalala na ako lang ang "one and only" nya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. MAKIKI TEST PA SA IBA.&lt;/strong&gt; kapag naubusan siya ng load kasi ayaw niya akong mag worry kung asan na siya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. RESPECTS ME.&lt;/strong&gt; hahayaan pa din nya akong magdesisyon pagdating sa sarili ko, or if i wanna have quality time with my friends.. maiintindihan nya yun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. HINDI MASYADONG MA PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;. lalo na kapag may tampuhan kami, at alam nyang siya yung may mali.. he knows how to say "Im sorry" and mean it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. FULL OF SUPRISES.&lt;/strong&gt; yung bigla nya na lang ako bibigyan ng roses or chocol8's to remind me how much he loves me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. ADDICTED TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt; ang my hugs and kisses tapos kahit nag uusap kami bigla na lang mang hahalik kasi daw super soft and sweet ng lips ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. HONEST AND TRUSTWORTHY.&lt;/strong&gt; gusto ko yung walang tendency na mag cheat kasi "What is love w/o trust?" diba?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. GENTLEMAN&lt;/strong&gt;. yung pa inabutan kami ng ulan, aalisin nya yung jacket nya at iyayakap nya sakin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. CAN PROTECT ME.&lt;/strong&gt; hindi siya palaaway pero kapag may nang away sakin, he's capable of kicking their ass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. WILL CRY TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt; yung hindi siya mahihiyang ipakita yung vulnerable side nya kapag may problema siya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13. LOVES ME THE WAY I AM.&lt;/strong&gt; yung hindi nya ako ico compare sa iba, ang instead he'll make me feel na "I am the best girlfriend" he's ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....thanks to angie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-7784672575911229193?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/7784672575911229193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=7784672575911229193' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7784672575911229193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/7784672575911229193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/ang-gusto-kong-boyfriend.html' title='-AnG GuStO KoNg BoYFRiEnD-'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-6313353242509203023</id><published>2008-11-09T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:24:37.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>..blogspot account..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohh my gosh!!!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first blog, ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first question na nasa isip ko now,is reasons y i created this blog account! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dahil ba inggit lng ako w/ my officemate who is addicted na sa blog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or just for fun lang?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nov.10,2008, first time ko mag post dito n hindi copy paste ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-6313353242509203023?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/6313353242509203023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=6313353242509203023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6313353242509203023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/6313353242509203023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/hate-it-na.html' title='..blogspot account..'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-5209412387802739077</id><published>2008-11-05T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:25:02.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sad Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3002194721507739"; 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                          &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="15" width="100%"&gt;                             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                &lt;td background="Advertisingline.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                           &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                          &lt;p&gt;Should I Smile Because You're My Friend&lt;br /&gt;                      Or Cry Because Thats All We'll Ever Be?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;A Million Words Would Not Bring You Back,&lt;br /&gt;                      I Know Because I've Tried.&lt;br /&gt;                      Neither Would A Million Tears,&lt;br /&gt;                      I Know Because I've Cried.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Forget The Times You Walked By,&lt;br /&gt;                      Forget The Times You've Made Me Cry,&lt;br /&gt;                      Forget The Time You Held My Hand,&lt;br /&gt;                      Forget The Sweet Things If I Can,&lt;br /&gt;                      I Can No Longer Pretend&lt;br /&gt;                      , I Have To Remember Now That You're Just A Friend&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;When I Look At You My Heart Skips&lt;br /&gt;                      A Beat But Later That Beat Could Mean&lt;br /&gt;                      A Lifetime Of Tears Wasted&lt;br /&gt;                      On Something I Knew I Could Never Have&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;How Can You Be Friends With Someone&lt;br /&gt;                      If Everytime You Look At Them It Makes&lt;br /&gt;                      You Want Them Even More?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;My Heart Was Taken By You,&lt;br /&gt;                      Broken By You And Now&lt;br /&gt;                      Is In Pieces Because Of You&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;As Part Of You Has Grown In Me,&lt;br /&gt;                      Together Forever Shall We Be,&lt;br /&gt;                      Never Apart Maybe In Distance But Not In Heart&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Its hard to tell your mind to stop loving&lt;br /&gt;                      someone if your heart still does.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Even when I pour my heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm not sure it shows, that I love you more than you'll                        ever know.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Sometimes it's hard to love someone&lt;br /&gt;                      because you're so afraid of losing them&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I know in reality we can't be together,&lt;br /&gt;                      so I just close my eyes and you're right here with me...&lt;br /&gt;                      in my dreams you're mine forever.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I was reborn when you first kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;                      Part of me died when you left me.&lt;br /&gt;                      But now I still live, waiting for the day you return to                        me.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table align="right" border="0" height="250" width="300"&gt;                             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--    e9 = new Object();    e9.size = "300x250";    e9.noAd = 1; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tags.expo9.exponential.com/tags/LoveFateDestinycom/ROS/tags.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://a.tribalfusion.com/j.ad?site=lovefatedestinycom&amp;amp;adSpace=ros&amp;amp;tagKey=500087721&amp;amp;size=300x250&amp;amp;p=2298994&amp;amp;a=3&amp;amp;flashVer=7&amp;amp;ver=1.14&amp;amp;center=1&amp;amp;noAd=1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovefatedestiny.com%2Fsadlovequotes.htm&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovefatedestiny.com%2Flovequotes.htm&amp;amp;rnd=2296591"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/vc300.htm" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" frameborder="0" height="250" scrolling="no" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;You are always there for me&lt;br /&gt;                      and so you give me the courage to stand alone.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;span class="contentheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-5209412387802739077?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/5209412387802739077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=5209412387802739077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/5209412387802739077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/5209412387802739077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-love-quotes.html' title='Sad Love Quotes'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-8620248228596017537</id><published>2008-11-05T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:11:23.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Memories of a Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; I will remember you as you are &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; See you for what you will be&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Know you for what you want to be&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Judge you for how you were with me&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Know you from the place we met&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Dislike some of the things you've said&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;I will remember you as my friend &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; I now know this is the end&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Even though nothing lasts forever &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; I wish, as friends, we could remain together&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; One day we may need each other&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;You're still the Best Friend &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; I've had the pleasure of knowing&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Now, the both of us need a while &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; For personal growing&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; We each just need some time apart&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Enough time to make a brand new start&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; I will never forget what we once shared together&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; My Memories of You&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Will always remain &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Forever &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; Present in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-8620248228596017537?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/8620248228596017537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=8620248228596017537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8620248228596017537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/8620248228596017537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories-of-boyfriend.html' title='Memories of a Boyfriend'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912252773419699992.post-5542009371396539690</id><published>2008-11-05T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:08:52.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Between The Two of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; We met online back in May&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; You said you loved me and I loved you&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And everyday the feeling grew...&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;And at times when you were scared&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And all so sad&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; You said my love for you&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Made you all so glad&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And love was sometimes all we had...&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;The month of June came&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And all of May went&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; The love I was missing&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Was soon replaced by the time we spent&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And we made the most&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Of each day spent...&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;Now there’s not a day&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; When you don’t cross my mind&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And my love for you&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Only grows stronger with time&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; You left this old world&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; With so little time...&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;And now someday soon&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; I’ll brave a cold graveyard rain&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; As I place a rose upon your name&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Knowing this is the most that’s ever came...&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;And oh - how I miss you all so much&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Your pretty smile and your gentle touch&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; And the pleasure of just knowing&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; We had so much love...&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt; Between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912252773419699992-5542009371396539690?l=bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/feeds/5542009371396539690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912252773419699992&amp;postID=5542009371396539690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/5542009371396539690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912252773419699992/posts/default/5542009371396539690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetpinky.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-two-of-us_05.html' title='Between The Two of Us'/><author><name>--PiNkiKaY--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458898253736843967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5QYd8tcdQ8/S0MJh-LSJEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JKlhBiHwoXw/S220/Image0465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
