<?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-1693332106984820826</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:24:53.484-08:00</updated><category term='babies'/><category term='sad'/><category term='lately'/><category term='back'/><category term='songs'/><category term='doubt'/><category term='ex'/><category term='cry'/><category term='move on'/><category term='death'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='leo and me'/><category term='tag'/><category term='time off'/><category term='black valentines'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='uncertainty'/><category term='risk'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='grrr'/><category 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is the new me..the stronger melai...and i'm now ready to be heard..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-5238801245476004950?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/5238801245476004950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=5238801245476004950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5238801245476004950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5238801245476004950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-485001517294255911</id><published>2010-06-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:32:32.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melai'/><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;..for the past few months i've faced a lot of minor and major changes...honestly i'm quite confused as to where i stand and who i really wanna be...do i remain as the simple, not-a-care-in-the-world melai that i was in highschool, or do i wanna be the somehow-active me in college..or the kikay melai during Channel days..or will i be th e melai in USAP that hangs around and just enjoys everything and everyone around her...or will i be leo's girl, simple, sweet, caring and honest (and thin..hehehe..kelangan ksma yan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to revive the melai that started this blog...the person who likes to wear eyeliner, who knows how to wear and walk in heels...i wish i could get her back...i left her about two years ago when i decided to move out...i like her better than who i am now...the person others see in me now has somehow forgotten how to take care of herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if getting that old me back also means loosing leo and everything else i have now...is it worth the risk?&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/1693332106984820826-485001517294255911?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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have now to remain the same until we grow old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..hope you get to read this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4912945743820867654?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4912945743820867654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4912945743820867654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4912945743820867654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4912945743820867654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-7743588965072493784</id><published>2010-02-26T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:00:57.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delayed'/><title type='text'>..one line</title><content type='html'>..for more than a week now all my plans have been placed on hold...i don't know what's about to come and don't know what's gonna happen in the next months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i asked for a sign..and i waited 5 min for that sign..it was the longest 5 min i've had..then there it was...one line..one red line..which means that everything should go on as it should..nothing should change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to wait 5 days to try to ask for a sign again...haaaist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not at all easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..somehow i also wanted thngs to change...i'm ready for changes...i'm ready for responsibility..but maybe the "responsibility" isn't ready for me yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it's all mixed emotions that i feel now...i'm happy coz i get to stay out late again..drink every weekends and i don't have to worry about not being able to go out with my friends...but i'm sad coz in the last couple of days i felt that i'm ready..and the anticipation is killiing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..don't really now what to do or what to feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-7743588965072493784?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/7743588965072493784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=7743588965072493784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/7743588965072493784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/7743588965072493784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-line.html' title='..one line'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-3648995103053911126</id><published>2009-10-15T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:23:53.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tita myrna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>..tita myrna's with the angels now</title><content type='html'>..i know it's a bit late now for me to be posting this, but this is the only time that i know i'm ready to share this to others without crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last january 19, of this year my hubby's mom joined our creator. yes, tita myrna is gone...i know it was harder for leo than it is for me...but i saw his pain..i had to be strong for him...i couldn't show him how weak i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january 18 we went to quiapo church to light a candle for tita's health and also to attend mass..later that day we went to my boss' house..it was his baby's 1st birthday..we thought everything was ok with tita since we haven't recieved any txt messages from her or kuya nel that day...but leo and i both thought it seems us that neither of them txted us that day..but we still went on with our usual jamming with other friends..good thing i was on leave that night..coz the call that leo got early the next morning devastated him. around 5 am leo woke up...he went to the cr and he brought his phone with him...that rest room rests in a spot where there was no signal..there was no way a phone call or a text message could go thru...but a phone call did...leo's uncle called him...unfortunately the cgnal was too low the line was breaking up so he just ended the call..his uncle called again..this time the line was clear...leo heard the news loud and clear...when he went back to our room i thought he was just fooling around coz i couldn't see his face..it was only then when i felt his body shaking that i realized that he was crying...tears flowed even before i could ask him what happened...somehow i felt his pain and knew what happened even before he spoke a single word...but still i asked him...when i did he slowly curled..sat down hugged a pillow ever so tightly and uttered the five words that tore him in everyway... "ala n si mama koh"...that's exactly how he said it...when he said those words i hugged him as tight as i could thinking that it would make him feel that i was there for him and also to try to hide the pain that i was feeling at that time...i couldn't show him my tears...my weakness...i had to be the strongest person that he could lean on...coz if i show him how i felt he would be in so much more pain than he already was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..later that morning i told him that we had to pack our things so that we could take the earliest trip home to bicol..."no, matutulog muna aq. pag gising ko ok n ulit.buhay pa si mama.paniganip lang to hon dba..."...those words made me realize that it will take time before he accepts the fact that tita's gone...i held him until he fell asleep...i called my boss up and informed him of what had happened..i appreciate his concern..he immediately filed a bereavement leave for me even if it wasn't a close relative that died..he extended his condolences to leo...and he texted me almost everyday to see how i'm doing and to know how leo's holding up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as leo woke up we ate breakfast and prepared to leave for bicol...at around 12 noon we already had a bus ticket and were on our way home...we didn't know what to expect when we get there..i don't know how he would respond..and i know how to console kuya and him...i also didn't know how to console myself...the whole 12 hour trip went by so fast we didn't even notice it..i just saw us standin' on the street staring at a familiar gate...their gate...we went in as if he didn't live there....i walked as if it was my first time to be in that place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my first time visiting their house...i've been there so many times...and a lot of those moments i was there with him and his mom..i've talked to her a lot of times, saw her smile, watch her as she laugh at her son's crazy ways...i have also seen her upset, disappointed, and in soo much pain...i've visited her in the hospital once or twice and stayed there with her for a couple of hours while waiting for leo to arrive...i've looked at her eyes many times....so many times that it was enough to see that she was just holding on for her baby - my Leo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya nel held him as tears flowed...he said "wra n c mama boi"..leo showed kuya that he was strong...he didn't cry..not a single tear fell....yes, he's a masked man, but not to me...coz no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide his tears from me...and he doesn't try to hide his pain from me anymore...i saw it in his eyes that he was in so much pain knowing that his mom's gone and feeling how devastated his brother was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite our long travel..we stayed up until morning...i went home to my own family..went to the mall with my mom...to my surprise before i left for the terminal my mom gave my bags of groceries to bring to tita's wake....i was there everynight during tita's wake...i was also there in the funeral...almost everything i saw during those days broke my heart...but i saw those people that held leo and tita special in there hearts...they were there extending there condolences and shedding tears...and sharing their memories of tita myrna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know tita is with the angels now..and i know she's happy wherever she is...and if i could hug and talk to her i would hold her tight and say thank you for everything that she has thought me...and evrything he has thought leo.....and i would tell her that i'm gonna take care of his son until he wants me to do so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-3648995103053911126?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/3648995103053911126/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4149400242046826795</id><published>2009-10-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:54:35.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two timer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy'/><title type='text'>..yummy fruits....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...if you were to choose between an apple and an orange which would you choose?...let's say you chose the orange..yeah, it was sweet but not as sweet as you wanted it to be.....say you were given another chance.....you were given a chance to choose between an apple and an orange, again?....which would you choose? would you stay with the orange or will you choose to taste the apple? &lt;take&gt;.....or in my case who would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4149400242046826795?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4149400242046826795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4149400242046826795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4149400242046826795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4149400242046826795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2009/10/yummy-fruits.html' title='..yummy fruits....'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-3062357924414657758</id><published>2009-10-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:53:44.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aray'/><title type='text'>- = history = -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..do believe that history repeats itself?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;what if something that happened to you in the past is happening again with almost the same exact details?...what are you gonna do? will you make the same decision or would you learn from the decision that you've made from the past and choose the other way?or will you choose to stay in the same path that you are now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;do you think that fate is just testing you or is it giving you another chance to see the other side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;are these events happening because of fate...or are they happening because of the decisions that you've made....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;personally i think that everything happens for a reason....reasons that we do not know or comprehend....but i also believe that we inflicted all the things that are happening to us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-3062357924414657758?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1153486273044750367</id><published>2009-06-03T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:02:57.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye hon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>..trying to be strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..pain is one word that has been common to me for such a long time...i thought nothing could hurt me more that my past...but i guess i was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..i'm in soo much pain right now, i don't know how to deal with it...but i'm trying to..i've been successful in holding back my tears for atleast 4 or 5 days now..but it's only making me feel heavier inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..i can't stand being alone...i'm ok in front of others...i'm ok infront of him...but when i'm alone, i instantly look for someone to talk to, coz i know tears will start to fill my eyes again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..but guess what,i'm alone right now..thank god for compiters and internet, atleast i have something to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..i miss him so much...sooooo much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..but i guess i can never be anymore...so i'll bid farewell to a dream...i'll say goodbye to the love i've been holding on for so long...and i'll try to live life on my own..without him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..but i'm still hoping he can keep his promise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1153486273044750367?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1153486273044750367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1153486273044750367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1153486273044750367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1153486273044750367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-be-strong.html' title='..trying to be strong...'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4297743133072957753</id><published>2009-06-03T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:48:18.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't take this pain!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4297743133072957753?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4297743133072957753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4297743133072957753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4297743133072957753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4297743133072957753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-it.html' title='i can&apos;t take this pain!!!!'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1246043163267904560</id><published>2009-05-25T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:22:38.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>..singing my last love song for leo</title><content type='html'>last love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i trying to hard&lt;br /&gt;to keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;you don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;about this love that we have&lt;br /&gt;i called you last night&lt;br /&gt;but you were not there&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hear from you&lt;br /&gt;at all today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't play this game&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;you leave me with no other choice&lt;br /&gt;but to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i want to work things out&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point of it if&lt;br /&gt;i have to be in love alone&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but tears are falling down my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i'm sorry but we tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought we shared a life that's full of love&lt;br /&gt;but now i realize we shared an empty home&lt;br /&gt;i will cry my last cry before i say bye bye&lt;br /&gt;i will sing my last love song for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't play this game&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;you leave me with no other choice&lt;br /&gt;but to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i want to work things out&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point of it if&lt;br /&gt;i have to be in love alone&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but tears are falling down my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i'm sorry but we tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't play this game&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;you leave me with no other choice&lt;br /&gt;but to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i want to work things out&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point of it if&lt;br /&gt;i have to be in love alone&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---i just lost one of the most important persons in my life...i lost a bestfriend and my lover...wish it didn't have to hurt this much but it does...i don't know how to go on with days not having him by my side...from now on i gotta learn to live life alone...hon if you're reading this you said earlier "no goodbyes hon"...i hope i'm reading it right...i don't want to be misled...i don't want to get hurt again...i'm gonna miss you hon...although we said we'd still keep in touch,i'm sorry but i can't do that...it will only be a lot more painfull for me if i keep in touch for the coming weeks...i need to heal first...so goodbye for now...don't forget that i love you,i always willl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1246043163267904560?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1246043163267904560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1246043163267904560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1246043163267904560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1246043163267904560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2009/05/singing-my-last-love-song-for-leo.html' title='..singing my last love song for leo'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-5449899280882202831</id><published>2008-12-31T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:23:33.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>..torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..life is in deed full of pain and grief.....just when you think everything's ok it just hits you with something that you never saw coming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's true that laughter is usually followed by tears...i was laughing so hard that day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never thought that my laughter would cause someone else's pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the worst part is the karma turned to someone i care for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the laughter that i was giving out caused my husband too much pain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?.... how?.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with just one text message....and a phone call from his brother....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i won't elaborate more on this...but just a clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to leave you hanging...that text message sent me running home from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an hour before my scheduled off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and that phonecall sent tears running down my husbands cheeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the thing is he never cries...not unless it's because of me or his mom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..up until now i'm trying to figure out what to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know which is the best thing to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i help him find a way to fix things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or should i help him accept the painful truth of what's about to happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..to fix things means i will help him find a way to ease his pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it also means that i will help him be selfish and not think of other's pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..to help accept the truth also means that i have to see him  get hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..it means that i may have to hurt him with the things that i have to say,.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...If you were in my place what would you do?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-5449899280882202831?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/5449899280882202831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=5449899280882202831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5449899280882202831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5449899280882202831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/12/torn.html' title='..torn'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-3416989290477086941</id><published>2008-11-30T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:51:07.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>..freedom</title><content type='html'>...freedom as explained in wikipedia is or the idea of being free, is a broad &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concept" title="Concept"&gt;concept&lt;/a&gt; that has been given numerous interpretations by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy" title="Philosophy"&gt;philosophies&lt;/a&gt; and schools of thought.&lt;br /&gt;---can i ask what is freedom to you?&lt;br /&gt;...if you have all the freedom that you ever wanted do you think you'll be ultimately happy? will you use it wisely? will it do you good?....&lt;br /&gt;...think about it....many people have all the freedom that they wanted....but they are not happy....why? coz they have over used their freedom...and  it did not do them any good......&lt;br /&gt;...just like this person i know...she's now as free as she ever wanted...you may see her now as a healthy young woman, compared to her figure before...but there's a catch...behind that healthy body that you are showing is a very unhealthy habit that she has....she may look more "malaman" now..but she's only growing bigger because of alcohol....and it's one thing that she's can't take out of her system anymore....&lt;br /&gt;...think she can still fight her way away from alcoholism??....i hope she can....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-3416989290477086941?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/3416989290477086941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=3416989290477086941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/3416989290477086941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/3416989290477086941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/11/freedom.html' title='..freedom'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-5157838916373733431</id><published>2008-11-21T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:23:02.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last try'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><title type='text'>..something stupid..</title><content type='html'>..i did something stupid..one thing that i never imagined myself doing...but it was worth it...i will not give you the exact detail of what i did...but one thing i'll tell you it was really worth it...there were a lot of things going on with our relationship..i thought it would really come to an end this time..i was ready to give up..actually i had already given up...i was leaving...but something held me back...what was it?? his hands...his hands shaking with fear of loosing me...his voice trembling..scared that i had already gone away from him...and him kissing my forehead and saying sorry...a sincere sorry... something that i don't usually hear from him...&lt;br /&gt;..goodbye was the hardest thing for me to say...i already uttered those words to him a couple of times...but this time when i said it i really meant it...i gave up...i said goodbye...i told myself that it would be the last time that i'd say that painful word to him...but i guess that's one promise that's hard to keep...or maybe i could still keep that promise...THAT'S THE LAST TIME I'LL SAY GOODBYE TO LEO....how?i won't say it...i guess what i'm saying is that this time we'll make it last forever....and i hope we do... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-5157838916373733431?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/5157838916373733431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=5157838916373733431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5157838916373733431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5157838916373733431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-stupid.html' title='..something stupid..'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-465679578592636115</id><published>2008-11-16T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:50:05.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>gotta thing about liars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wtf! being lied to sucks, right? especially when you are trying your best to be honest with that person and yet he can't even try to return the favor...and the worst part is he has the guts to get mad at you for getting mad at him for lying...i'm getting quite confusing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..here's the thing the night before my birthday i found out that he kept something from me..it wasn't really such a big deal...then the night of my birthday i found out that there was another thing that he tried to keep from me...and then the following day i found out another thing that he kept from me..and the worst part is he lied about it before i found out..and i believed him...and the best thing about thae last thing that he lied about is that i didn't have to snoop around to get the information...a concerned citizen told me what really happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..see i had the best birthday this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..i know that by know i should be gathering up all the courage that i need to get up and leave him....but i can't ='t...i just o9ve him too much to just get up and walk away from him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..hey do me a favor...can you help me?? help me figure out what to do and how to do it?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-465679578592636115?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/465679578592636115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=465679578592636115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/465679578592636115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/465679578592636115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-thing-about-liars.html' title='gotta thing about liars...'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-3731039565855990453</id><published>2008-09-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:46:20.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ber'/><title type='text'>ber...</title><content type='html'>...roughly 2 weeks left before the month of september ends...but it's only now that i realized that it's already the month on "bers"....christmas and new year is just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's only now that i realized that i've been here for three months now...and i need to pay a visit to bicol...hehehe...well we're planning to go home in october..but it still depends on the budget that we have..you see, life here is so "magastos!"... as in..hehehe... we have to pay the rent every end of the month...we have to buy the supplies that we need in our humble home...and with the sked that we have we can help but eat more than 5 times a day...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in less than two months it's gonna be me and my mom's b-day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in 3 mos. (more or less) it'll be christmas...but base on the sked that was given to us it's impossible for me to be home on christmas...even on new year...i guess this will be the first chrhistmas holidays that i'll spend away from home...away from my family....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-3731039565855990453?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/3731039565855990453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=3731039565855990453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/3731039565855990453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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almost gave up...i was ready to leave about a week ago...but he gave me a reason to have faith once more...now we are still together...until when??...i don't know...but i do hope this one would last until forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hon if you can read this Happy monthsary..i love you so much..mwaaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c yah later... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-3343704733883557522?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/3343704733883557522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=3343704733883557522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/3343704733883557522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/3343704733883557522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-trialsgetting-stronger.html' title='..more trials...getting stronger'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-6117431298363777110</id><published>2008-08-27T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:05:43.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>sleep deprived!</title><content type='html'>...i wanna get some sleep...some more sleep actually...i feel so sleep deprived... let me tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i have work.it doesn't make sense that i'm sleep deprived just because i got work, right?...actually it's not just the work..it's the schedule...my shift is from 3:30am-12:30pm... and since i'm quite scared of leaving my place during wee hours in the morning i chose to go out at around 12am...so that means i'm up from around 10pm (i'm still so mbagal..i need more than an hour to prepare if i'm going out...hehehe)...then i only get to sleep at around 1:30 or later...coz that's the time i get home...so that means i'm at work from 12:30am-12:30pm....12 hours of being in the office, two hours for preparing for work, roughly an hour and a half of travel to and from work, and approximately an hour and a half for my meals (after work-12:30pm lunch, and 7:30pm for dinner)...for a grand total of 17 hours of being awake...that leaves me with only 7 hours to sleep... then there days when i'm not able to sleep at once coz it's either too hot or i'm waiting for someone...so that leaves me with less than 5 hours of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second reason why i'm sleep deprived is that somtimes i really don't sleep..wahehehe...i'm often awake in the afternoon until the time that i have to start preparing for work again...it's hard to sleep sometimes coz it get's too hot here...our room feels like an oven...literaly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well...sleep deprived or not...i really want to get some sleep right now...a good one week worth of all sleeping time...hehehe... antokin??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-6117431298363777110?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/6117431298363777110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=6117431298363777110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6117431298363777110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6117431298363777110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-deprived.html' title='sleep deprived!'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-736945761587139227</id><published>2008-08-20T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:51:06.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>new place, new beginning</title><content type='html'>..it's been more than two months since i have left the quiet place where i grew up...yes, there were issues from that place that i had to get away from..but i never thought things would be this hard here...i've been staying in the busy place called Pasig...i've been here for more than two months...in the first few weeks i have learned to keep my mouth shut about some things...but of course there will come a time when you know you have to speak up...and that's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..someone was doing things that i didn't like...she was telling a lot of things about me...then i got pissed off, i confronted her...not knowing that a big mess would come my way once i spoke up...&lt;br /&gt;..and yes that BIG MESS indeed came...and it didn't end there...even her parents are joining in on the fight that we have...which pisses me off and at the same time makes me the kind of animals they are...if they only knew what their daughter have been doing since she met my hubby...then maybe they wouldn't react that way...well...right now i don't care...they can do or say whatever they want..i don't give a damn...as long as i know that leo is on my side I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yes it hurts to know that you can't even fight for yourself at times when you know you have every right to do so...but what the hell...i can't defend myself?...i do care...i wan't to defend myself...but i don't want to stoop to their level...so i'll just keep everything to myself and stay as the intelligent young lady that i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i still have leo...and i know i always will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-736945761587139227?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/736945761587139227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=736945761587139227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/736945761587139227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/736945761587139227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-place-new-beginning.html' title='new place, new beginning'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1426420649409474568</id><published>2008-06-09T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:13:00.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>friends..farewell..</title><content type='html'>in the months that i have spent working at mbs i have made a lot of friends...and now that i am counting my remaining days in this company..i would like to post something about the people that i've met..people that have somehow made me smile..people that have been a part of, not just my working life, but life in general..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the friends that i've made and the times i've spent with them..kudos guys!!! i'm gonna miss you all.... (just press play to view the slideshow..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; width: 372px; display: block;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="border=true&amp;amp;rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/396442/feed.xml&amp;amp;size=360x270" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/player.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="307" width="372"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; width: 372px; display: block;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="border=true&amp;amp;rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/396423.e6b659a95f7/feed.xml&amp;amp;size=360x270" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/player.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="307" width="372"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9;"  &gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;..life has been a huge roller coaster ride for me..thanks for sharing this ride with me guys...and for making each second of the ride worthwhile...til' then...&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inuman n lng kita pguli koh..hehehe..kung nuarin mn ito...hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1426420649409474568?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1426420649409474568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1426420649409474568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1426420649409474568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1426420649409474568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/06/friendsfarewell_09.html' title='friends..farewell..'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4642945485395687367</id><published>2008-06-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:57:04.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>..an open letter</title><content type='html'>..i wish to talk to someone..i want to tell her a lot of things..but i'm not allowed to talk to her or even text her...even i, forbid myself to communicate with her..but the thing is i really want to tell her things..i want to tell her how i feel...so i'll just post it here and hope that these will help lessen th heavy feeling that i hold in my heart right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _,&lt;br /&gt;hi..it's me again..yeah! and there's an issue between us again...i just want to ask why you went to see my boyfriend?..isn't it clear that what ever it is that you had before is over now..it' been long gone..it's been a year..i know i'm not in the place to tell you this but please just respect the fact the he has a girlfriend now..and i'm his girl..pls stop communicating with him...i admit i'm jealous..i don't want to see you anywhere near my hubby...i don't want to see your name on his phone..i don't want to hear anything about you...i don't want you to be be connected to him in anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it's over between the two of you so just please leave us alone!..move on girl..and don't tell me that you guys are just friends coz i don't believe that exs could be friends at all..please just go on with your life and we'll go on with ours...i hope this is the last time that i have to deal with you...it's over...face it..get over it...move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----i hope my boyfriend gets to read this..i'm really bothered right now...the video that i saw of my hubby and his ex together keeps playing over and over again...i wanna make it stop but it won't..it makes me cry everytime...and the word sorry, no matter how many times and how sincere and regretful he seemed while apologizing can't still remove the pain that i feel now...and i do appreciate his effort to win back whatever trust i used to have for him..but right now, it is just too hard to trust him again..and like what i told him...the sense of security or sense of assurance that i used to feel is now gone..i'm just so filled with doubt at the moment...i want to believe him again..but it's hard...soo hard ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4642945485395687367?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4642945485395687367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4642945485395687367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4642945485395687367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4642945485395687367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/06/open-letter.html' title='..an open letter'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-2532451080739791463</id><published>2008-06-04T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:47:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melai'/><title type='text'>..counting the days...</title><content type='html'>it's true when they say that after every laughter, comes tears...in my 3-day stay in manila..i thought everything was going my way...i got what i went there for..a new job..a new contract..i met some of my hubby's friends..i had the chance to be with my hubby for the whole 3-day stay that i had in Manila..but unfortunately i found out something on the last day of my stay there...something that has haunted me since i learned about it..i was so hurt..but there's nothing i can do..what's done is done..even if the word sorry is uttered it still can not fixed the broken heart and broken trust that i have right now...i just wish i hadn't found out about it..maybe i'd feel a lot better today...well, right now all i can say is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life sucks! BIG TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;... and FUCK LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now..life, no matter how much it sucks, must go on...and right now i'm counting the days til i get to leave bicol...counting the days 'til i'm away from the people who have made my stay here better...i'm gonna miss them..but the life and the memories that i've had from bicol is not something i want to have for the rest of my life...yes, i'm a bicolana...and i'm proud to be one...but this place has given me a lot of bad memories...memories that i want to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the melai who will leave this province on the 14th will not be the same melai who grew up here...she will be smarter, stronger,...and she will start to build a new life...a life away from the persons who caused her pain and grief..away from the persons who made her hate the life that she has...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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new;" &gt;It's about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And please don't ask me, I never can see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;What can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My first impulse is to run to your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My heart's not free,and so i must hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;What i'm gonna say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I toss and turn, Can't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's worrying me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I go to bed turn out the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;But your face i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It only hurts the more i pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;That we could ever be more than friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Why I'm so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;You could easily make me happy, that I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;But I try my best to never tell you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I will sing to you my love songs, and pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;but I'll keep my secrets right down to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't ask me why I'm not talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I just can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And please don't ask me why I go walking out in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I could not live the lie it would take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;To have you near would be a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't ask me why I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;No please don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Please don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; -by James Farnham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;--this has always been one of my favorite songs since highschool...i remember my bestfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(Arianne) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;singing this almost everyday...and i love it when she plays this song on her keyboard...i miss my bestfriend..i miss singing this song with her... well i guess i'll have to sing this song on my own for a while...but i do hope i get to see her soon...she's like my little sister...although she's older than me, she is definitely smaller that i am...hehehe... mishu best... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-8785318578742263825?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/8785318578742263825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=8785318578742263825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/8785318578742263825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/8785318578742263825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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new;"&gt;..life has been crazy lately...i've been crazy...i just wish things would just go back the way they were...maybe..just maybe i'll be able to finish all the tasks i'm expected to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaahhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to work now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm feeling quite sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..melai is now asleep..&lt;br /&gt;pls leave a message sa ym (LOLZ)...&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/1693332106984820826-4114413693848151146?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4114413693848151146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4114413693848151146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4114413693848151146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4114413693848151146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy.html' title='..crazy'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-2732587647327004638</id><published>2008-05-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:42:12.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 months'/><title type='text'>12 months..12 persons..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..tagged by ate yhen again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here are the rules for this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pick your month of birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tag 12 people and let them know that know by visiting their blog and leaving a comment for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let the person who tagged you know when you've done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here are the 12 persons that i'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://orange-and-green.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ate nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetlybeguilingcrissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bleakmind-bleakminded.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mistressblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://haze-unplugged.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazeyness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hazey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://underneath-my-clothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://justsimplyg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mommy yho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reasonparanoiaandmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kuya owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaggedcore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;halley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://blurredtransparency.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://imcolourblind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ate pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the months and traits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="courier new"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/b&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/b&gt; Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCH:&lt;/b&gt; Attractive personality. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others.Revengeful! Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;APRIL: &lt;/b&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY: &lt;/b&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUNE:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JULY:&lt;/b&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AUGUST: &lt;span style=""&gt;Loves to joke&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Attractive (lolz)&lt;/span&gt;. Suave and &lt;span style=""&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Brave&lt;/span&gt; and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. &lt;span style=""&gt;Knows how to console others&lt;/span&gt;. Takes high pride in oneself. &lt;span style=""&gt;Too generous&lt;/span&gt; and egoistic. Thirsty for praises. &lt;span style=""&gt;Extraordinary spirit&lt;/span&gt;. Easily angered. &lt;span style=""&gt;Angry when provoked&lt;/span&gt;. Easily jealous. &lt;span style=""&gt;Observant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Careful and cautious (not at all times)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Thinks quickly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Independent thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. Loves to lead and to be led. &lt;span style=""&gt;Loves to dream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Talented in the arts&lt;/span&gt;, music and defense. &lt;span style=""&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt; (sometimes) but (not) &lt;span style=""&gt;petty (haha).&lt;/span&gt; Poor resistance against illnesses. &lt;span style=""&gt;Learns to relax&lt;/span&gt;. Hasty and &lt;span style=""&gt;trusty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=""&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Loves to make friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/b&gt; Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Has a lot of ideas&lt;/span&gt;. Difficult to fathom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinks forward.&lt;/span&gt; Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Secretive&lt;/span&gt;. Inquisitive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Knows how to dig secrets&lt;/span&gt;. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If there is a will, there is a way&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Determined&lt;/span&gt;. Never give up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hardly becomes angry unless provoked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does not appreciate praises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not able to control emotions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;/span&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-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-2732587647327004638?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/2732587647327004638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=2732587647327004638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2732587647327004638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2732587647327004638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-months12-persons.html' title='12 months..12 persons..'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1480509278856993031</id><published>2008-05-12T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:50:51.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resignation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>..took a risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..today I took a big risk…as I write this blog I kept contemplating of the decision that I made... was it correct?..or was it a very big mistake that I will regret later?...i’m not sure if the move that I’ve made was another sign of my stupidity…or a sign that i have learned how to be stronger...more mature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..they say that one shouldn’t be afraid of taking risks…well here I am...i took one…and I don’t know where this would take me…the decision that I made will affect everything that will happen in the coming days, weeks, and years…it will have a very big effect on my life…so far this is one of the biggest risks that I have taken in my life…pls. Lord don’t let this one break me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..time is never really on my side…today I have made up my mind…that’s why I was rushing to send an e-mail to the persons concerned…but the USAP email was too slow…and when I asked someone about the matter…she told me that I need a hard copy and an approval from someone before I start counting the days…today my mind is made up…being feeble that I am when it comes to big decisions, I know that tomorrow I may start to think or believe the opposite of what I have decided today…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..the decision I have made today was a big one…and it took up a lot of my time and mental power (aba! Mental power ha!..hehe)…although I’m not 100% sure about it..i know that someday it’s something that I will have to do…and I’d rather do it now than wait and cause other people a lot of inconvenience..(bka nga mtuwa pa sila eh…hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..starting tomorrow I will start counting 30 days…30 days…30 days……..i’m not sure if I want those 30 days to last longer or shorter than it should be…..i’m gonna make the most of those 30 days….&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/1693332106984820826-1480509278856993031?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1480509278856993031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1480509278856993031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1480509278856993031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1480509278856993031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/05/took-risk.html' title='..took a risk'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4635919168546860719</id><published>2008-05-09T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:41:29.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>mah' mom!</title><content type='html'>..tomorrow is mother's day...i often write my mom a letter to greet her...and each time she reads the letters and cards that i gave her it makes her cry...she tries to hide her tears from us, especially from me..but each time she tries, she fails...i can see right through her...i know when she's hurt..i know when she's frustrated..i know when she's happy..and growing up i have seen her hurt and disappointed too many times..although she tries to hide her pain with a smile i can still see and feel it...that' why this year i haven't given her a single card or letter..i didn't want to see her cry again... (i'm the only one who could make my mom cry..madrama ako eh,...hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVR39fXCDI/AAAAAAAAADg/GuvFVcqI1oQ/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVR39fXCDI/AAAAAAAAADg/GuvFVcqI1oQ/s400/PICT0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198651366709856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my mama...&lt;br /&gt;(sometimes i call her gurang...hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mom..and although i'm so eager to leave her side i'd still like to tell her that i'll always be her little girl..no matter how much i've grown up now.....i know how painful it is for her to realize that her three girls are no longer girls...but ladies...or perhaps women...but i try to make her see that i'm still there for her no matter what...i just wish i had the guts to hug her tomorrow..but i can't...everytime i hug her tears just starts to fill my eyes...she's my strength..and amid the world of pain that i live in i have found refuge in her...just knowing that she's somewhere near me i feel completely secure...i hope she feels the same when all three or just either one of her three daughters are near her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of our pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVJK9fXB_I/AAAAAAAAADA/dRIC9-R1euQ/s1600-h/me%26mymom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVJK9fXB_I/AAAAAAAAADA/dRIC9-R1euQ/s400/me%26mymom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198641797522720754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my face is bigger than my mom's...LOLZ!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVJLNfXCAI/AAAAAAAAADI/RiDa3hZ7vAY/s1600-h/PICT0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVJLNfXCAI/AAAAAAAAADI/RiDa3hZ7vAY/s400/PICT0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198641801817688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic...&lt;br /&gt;i see how happy and proud she is that&lt;br /&gt;i have graduated...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVJLdfXCBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c1kQ7Jm3Qc0/s1600-h/PICT0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVJLdfXCBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c1kQ7Jm3Qc0/s400/PICT0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198641806112655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..by the way she fixed my make up for graduation..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm so proud of my mom...labyou gurang!...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Mama koh! labyou...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of you...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the strength...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always being there...&lt;br /&gt;and for being a MOM and a bestfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of mothers there is yet another on i wish to greet...my hubby's mom...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tita Myrna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;She's a very strong woman..and i salute her for the strength she has shown despite everything that she had to go through....(and that was a lot..i'd rather wish i was dead than go through everything that she had to go through..)..she was one person who made me ask why awful things happen even to good people..well, she's lucky to have leo as a son..Leo loves her so much..and he never fails to tell and show her that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVM2tfXCCI/AAAAAAAAADY/v7oPRaxftR4/s1600-h/PICT0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVM2tfXCCI/AAAAAAAAADY/v7oPRaxftR4/s400/PICT0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198645847676880930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tita myrna and my hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i know i'm gonna be a mom too...(but not anytime soon)...i hope i'll be a good mom..and a good wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to both my mom and future mom (waheheheh) happy mother's day...i'm proud of you..and i love you both...i'm her always for both of you..and you know that...right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tita myrna..i won't take leo away from you...i could never do that..he'll always be your little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and to my hubby..be patient..just wait...someday you'll be a dad too...and you'll b running after your little leo's... :) love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4635919168546860719?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4635919168546860719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4635919168546860719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4635919168546860719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4635919168546860719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/05/mah-mom.html' title='mah&apos; mom!'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCVR39fXCDI/AAAAAAAAADg/GuvFVcqI1oQ/s72-c/PICT0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-895206378185326896</id><published>2008-05-09T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:41:30.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>..me and my hubby</title><content type='html'>..my mind seems to be wondering off today..i cant think straight...and i can't pick up any idea for my articles today..so here i am blogging again..i miss my hubby...here are some of our pictures from the last time that he was here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqS9fXB5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FY07n7ez1v4/s1600-h/blehKaDin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqS9fXB5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FY07n7ez1v4/s400/blehKaDin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198607850101213074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's my hubby..unfortunately it's quite impossible to&lt;br /&gt;take pictures of him without that tongue stick out..&lt;br /&gt;..he's so makulet...and i love him...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqTdfXB6I/AAAAAAAAACY/ECP4bio2-DQ/s1600-h/h0neyz4lyf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqTdfXB6I/AAAAAAAAACY/ECP4bio2-DQ/s400/h0neyz4lyf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198607858691147682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after more than two years of being together&lt;br /&gt;i still can't figure out why i  still love sleeping on his chest...&lt;br /&gt;(kakagising ko lng when he took that pic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqTtfXB7I/AAAAAAAAACg/l7vMmhyCPxw/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqTtfXB7I/AAAAAAAAACg/l7vMmhyCPxw/s400/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198607862986114994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was an hour before leaving..we took a lot of pictures that day..&lt;br /&gt;..i really love this pic...and i love it when he kisses my cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;(sabay sabi ang "taba ng cheeks mo mahal koh"...LOLZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqTtfXB8I/AAAAAAAAACo/60ALcEtwTBc/s1600-h/s0_inL0ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqTtfXB8I/AAAAAAAAACo/60ALcEtwTBc/s400/s0_inL0ve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198607862986115010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weeehhh! i miss my honey....&lt;br /&gt;halata b? pareho kami double chin...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqT9fXB9I/AAAAAAAAACw/9_Y2hLI1JZw/s1600-h/mAng0_m0dEls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqT9fXB9I/AAAAAAAAACw/9_Y2hLI1JZw/s400/mAng0_m0dEls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198607867281082322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to keep a straight face...waheheh..it's hard..&lt;br /&gt;especially when you have a clown beside you...he's my clown...&lt;br /&gt;the only one who can make me laugh so hard...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..well...those are the pictures that i treasure so much on my phone..hopefully we'll have a lot more of these...he'll be coming home next next week...that would be May 20 or 21...we'll be taking more pictures of each other...weeeehhhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-895206378185326896?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/895206378185326896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=895206378185326896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/895206378185326896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/895206378185326896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-and-my-hubby.html' title='..me and my hubby'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/SCUqS9fXB5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FY07n7ez1v4/s72-c/blehKaDin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4059043942403091014</id><published>2008-05-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:52:31.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer romance'/><title type='text'>..summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity and in a flash they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;-the notebook&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;..it’s true that summer romances don’t usually last that long…maybe that’s why they are called “summer” romance or summer fling…but it also entirely depends on the two person involved if they want to make that summer romance last longer than the summer season…you can make it last…but you have to take a big risk…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;..you’ll never actually know how your summer romance started, but you’ll definitely know why it ended – it wasn’t meant to last...for relationships or connections that started in resorts or in the beach, are supposed to end there…there is nothing wrong with it…but the thing about it is that you can’t lay your heart on the line…remember that it’s not gonna last…whatever connection you formed this summer could be formed with another person next summer, either you or the your summer fling will happen to flirt with someone else next summer… it’s hard to find security in a summer romance…all you’ll find is passion and fun…and when those two are gone…nothing will be left…but memories of a summer spent in the arms of someone who was also looking for just a mere playmate for the summer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;…the thrill of summer romances don’t last that long…when the warn air starts to grow cold…and when the summer sky starts to fade the passion will also start to fade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;..as for me...summer don't mean anything more than swimming and hot sun...and as the song goes "the summer sky don't mean a thing" (missing you by meja)...my summer will not be complete if i don't get to spend even just a day of swimming and flirting in the pool with my hubby...i know it's quite impossible for now coz were both quite busy..but we'll make it happen...even if summer's gone... :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4059043942403091014?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4059043942403091014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4059043942403091014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4059043942403091014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4059043942403091014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='..summer'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-2091671588016888255</id><published>2008-04-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:36:22.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SORRY'/><title type='text'>..regret</title><content type='html'>..regret comes in different shapes and sizes (just like some auto parts and accessories)..i just hope that the regret that's about to come to me isn't in the form of something that i've been scared of for the past year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-2091671588016888255?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/2091671588016888255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=2091671588016888255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2091671588016888255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2091671588016888255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/04/regret.html' title='..regret'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-483414276051124346</id><published>2008-04-29T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:30:35.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too soon'/><title type='text'>don't let go too soon, don't hold on for too long..</title><content type='html'>i read a blog post titled hang on..actually the next three paragraphs you are going to read is the comment i posted there..i just had to respond or comment on that post..especially on the line don't let go too soon, but don't hold on for too long...when is it too long, and when is it too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i don't think you'll ever know when it's too soon or too long...coz when you love someone often times you are blinded by that love...and of course you'll hold on as long as you can..no matter how painful things, issues, and words are starting to grow..maybe you'll only realize that you've been holding on for too long when you've already let the other person go..when you've finally and totally moved on..looking back at the past will make you see a lot of things..especially the things that you didn't see before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never know that it's too soon until you feel the regret of letting the other person go..and realizing that there was somehow a big potential between the two of you..if only you didn't let him go..if only you fought for whatever it is that you feel for that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never be afraid to take risks..whether it be a risk of letting go or holding on...risks and regrets come hand in hand..but you won't feel so much regret if you enjoyed taking that certain risk...if taking that risk has somehow made your life worth living...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-483414276051124346?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/483414276051124346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=483414276051124346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/483414276051124346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/483414276051124346'/><link rel='alternate' 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just one direction - work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..a lot of things are running in my mind right now..things that i should stay clear of for the time being...i gotta focus...my brain's starting to give up on me...my physical energy is at the top..but my mental energy is at its lowest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i have to think straight...or else!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1676666903889790306?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1676666903889790306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1676666903889790306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='time off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>..need time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..today was such a bad day...if only i could just run away and hide somewhere...somewhere no one can see me...somewhere i can be alone...a place where i can sob and cry all i want...a lot of disappointments came my way today..and one of them is a little too heavy to bear..i  wanna clear myself of everything around me..and i mean EVERYTHING!..i will face all of these..but i need some time off before i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-2807762910803342331?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/2807762910803342331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=2807762910803342331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2807762910803342331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2807762910803342331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-time.html' title='..need time..'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-8042240178295297909</id><published>2008-03-17T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:54:03.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lately'/><title type='text'>..lately</title><content type='html'>..i haven't been myself lately...slowly things that used to matter the most to me are starting to slip away....he knows how busy i've been..he knows how hard the changes have been for me...i know he's trying to understand everything that's happening...but it seems that he can't....i know i'm hurting him with everything...every hour that i seem to manage to make him feel unimportant...but it's not true...he's still important...very important to me...it's just that lately i have to joggle a lot of things...a lot of important things...i hope he gets to read this....i don't know how to explain myself to him...i want things back the way they used to be...but i'm afraid that slowly i'm growing..growing more preoccupied with so many things..dealing with the life that i have here-away from him.....growing more mature...slowly growing away from him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..slowly i'm getting used to him being away...to him not being able to be there for me.......slowly i'm getting used to not having him....i don't want to get used to it......i gotta go back to who i used to be...i gotta go back to the person who's always longing for him.......i gotta go back.... ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-8042240178295297909?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1052953895977345753</id><published>2008-03-13T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:28:07.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six random things.....</title><content type='html'>..got tagged by &lt;a href="http://orange-and-green.blogspot.com/"&gt;ate nice&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my brain's not functioning properly today...i'll try this one..it might help..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the rule: Link to the person who has tagged you. Post the rules on your blog. Share six un-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. Tag 6 random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. Let these random people know that they are tagged by leaving comments in their blog. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't like seafoods..even fish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i wake up every time i receive a text message at night, then fall asleep again even before i reply...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. one of the main reasons why i go to my lola's house every sunday is to watch csi...that would be teh only time i watch tv for more than 30 min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the very first thing i do when i wake up is check my phone for calls and messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i always read other peoples ym stats..just to relax my mind a little when it's starting get a little too tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i can't sleep without my bear..(take note my bear is wearing a bikini top..heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...am now tagging &lt;a href="http://www.theoverflowedthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;ate yhen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mistressblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;jam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hazeyness.blogspot.com/"&gt;hazey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sweetlybeguilingcrissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;chris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://underneath-my-clothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;kr&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chiqmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;twnx&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1052953895977345753?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1052953895977345753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1052953895977345753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1052953895977345753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1052953895977345753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/03/six-random-things.html' title='six random things.....'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-426784931977783666</id><published>2008-03-07T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:06:31.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new love'/><title type='text'>..playing with hearts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..can you blame someone if that person starts falling for someone else?..i mean what if you loved someone so much..you were inseparable..then one day you got separated..you both fought for whatever it is that you had..you loved each other a lot...but what if because of your short comings that person found someone else?..what would you do?..would you still continue to love that person?..would you force yourself to be with that person despite the fact that his/her heart now belongs to someone else?... what if you were on the other person's place?...will you just forget the love that you once shared?..will you think that you'll be happy in the arms of your new love?...are you sure it's worth giving up the old love that you've had for years just for the spark of a new flame?....think about it..it's hard enough just thinking what you would do if you were in their place...what if you really were.....can you imagine that agony?...i sure can't.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..if you were in the place of the one who's falling, be careful...if you are only playing you have to be very careful...remember you are playing with hearts....three fragile hearts...one belongs to the person you've loved, the other to the person you are falling for...and the other...guess to whom it belongs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it's yours my dear...your heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it will break too if ever you made the wrong choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..be careful...be very careful....&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/1693332106984820826-426784931977783666?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/426784931977783666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=426784931977783666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/426784931977783666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/426784931977783666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/03/playing-with-hearts.html' title='..playing with hearts...'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1629290227833788293</id><published>2008-03-07T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:42:24.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>..tagged by ate yhen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Song that always makes you sad? Dance with my father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Last thing you bought (food?)? fit&amp;amp;right (apple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Last person you argued with? mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Do you put Butter before putting the jelly on? nope..i don't like peanut butter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. One of your stuffed animals' names as a kid? booboo (until now...i have a stuffed toy named booboo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. Did you ever own at one time a Nysnc Cd? ..yup....i still listen to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Favorite Sundae topping?: chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Did you take Piano lessons? nope...never liked to play musical instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. Most frequent song played? back in to you-amber davis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11. T.V. show you secretly enjoy? one tree hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. Would you rather play basketball or hockey? basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13. Date someone older or younger? i'd probably go with the older guys....i see younger guys as my little brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;14. One place you would wish to travel right now? anywhere basta my beach...or pool...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;15. Do you use umbrellas? ..yup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. Do you know all the words to the Canadian national anthem? ..nope...para ano pa?hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17. Favorite Cheese? ...ahmmmm...cheese?!  hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. Disturbed or My Chemical Romance? my chmical romance...i'm not very familiar with disturbed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19. Do you prefer Blondes or Brunettes? brunettes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20. Best job you ever had? ..ahhhmmm...as a writer...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;21. did you go to your high school prom? ..yup.......never regret i did...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;22. perfect time to wake up? 9 am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23. perfect time to go to bed? 12 midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24. do you use your queen right away in chess? ...ahmmmm...i don't play chess..i don't know how to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;25. Ever been in a car accident? yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;26. closer to mom or dad...or neither? mom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;27. what age is this exciting life over for you? 20-21...(hmmm...bkit kya....hihihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;28. what decade during the 20th century would you have chosen to be a teenager?: ..this decade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;29. Favorite shoes you have EVER owned? my last pair of black shoes...the pointy ones...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30. Do you have an article of clothing you have had since you were in high school? yes..my p.e. uniform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;31. Were you in track and field?: nope...but i liked running..fast...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;32. Were you ever in a school talent show? ..nope...thank God!..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;33. Have you ever written in a library book? ..yup...a lot of times...hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;34. Allergic to? sea foods like crabs and shrimp....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;35. Favorite fruit? mango, apple (fuji apples)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;36. Have you watched sex and the city? ..once i think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;37. Baseball hat or toque?baseball hat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;38. Do you shampoo first in the shower or soap? shampoo first....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;39. Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste?: wet the toothbrush first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;40. Pen or pencil?: pencil..or sign pen...maarte ba?hehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;41. Have you ever gambled at a casino? nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;42. Have you thrown up on a plane?: nope..never been on a plane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;43. Have you thrown up in a car? ..yup...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;44. Have you thrown up at work? ..yup...but no one knew...until now..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;45. Do you scream on roller coasters? ..yup....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;46. Who was your first prom date? i didn't get his name..hehehe...he was in fourth year..i really didn't know him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;47. Who was your first roommate? ..my sis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;48. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time? ..beer...red horse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;49. What was your first job? office assistant....real job?...writer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;50. What was your first car? none so far, but i had one that was named to me only in the papers....it was a Toyota Tercel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;51. When did you go to your first funeral?..my dad's.... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;52. How old were you when you first travelled away from your hometown? ..5 or 4, i think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;53. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Seminiano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;54. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? haven't been on a plane trip...kulet nmn..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;55. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?: my elementary friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;56. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them? Merlyn...unfortunately we lost contact........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;57. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent's house? ..i haven't moved out...but i'm planning to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;58. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? ..my hubby.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;59. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? ..my mom's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;60. What is the first thing you do in the morning? ..text....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;61. What was the first concert you attended?: ..first concert...ahhhmm....i believe it was imago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;62. First tattoo or piercing? ear piercing…tattoo...henna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;63. First celebrity crush? Justine Timberlake...Kevin Cosner....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..i'll tag cris, jam, hazey, and kr.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1629290227833788293?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1629290227833788293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1629290227833788293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1629290227833788293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1629290227833788293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-by-ate-yhen.html' title='..tagged by ate yhen'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1466018573473046931</id><published>2008-02-22T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:25:29.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><title type='text'>..web of lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;..lies has always been a big part of life...the word life could form the word lie, right?....it is something avoidable, but still some choose to utter lies than tell the truth....did you know that a single lie could complicate even the simplest issues....yes, it can...and a single lie could form a whole entangled web...and once you're caught in that web...it's hard to get out...it's hard to free yourself from the lies that you have tied around your own being....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"..the most hurtful kind of lies are the ones delivered by the people you care about the most...it makes you doubt everything you know..and makes you wonder why care so much..and worst of it all, it puts you in a position where you have to decide whether to tel them you know they're lying, like you're too dull to even know the difference...keep this in mind the next time you lie to someone who cares about you more often than not...they know it...and it hurts a lot..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-grey's anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..next time you think about lying to someone..think twice before doing so...loving someone who has lied to you a lot of times is very painful...and sometimes it gets exhausting too...if you don't want to loose that person..don't lie...they'll understand and appreciate the truth a lot more rather than sweet lies....a person in love often knows when the person they love is lying......they sometimes just choose to be silent about it.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1466018573473046931?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1466018573473046931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1466018573473046931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1466018573473046931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1466018573473046931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/web-of-lies.html' title='..web of lies'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-6081802947826306757</id><published>2008-02-18T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:31:13.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..be strong!</title><content type='html'>.."be strong lagi dito ha mahal koh..."..this is what he told me yesterday while i was comfortably wrapped with his arms, crying like a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears won't stop flowing right now...no matter how i try to fight them...they just won't stop falling...i gotta be strong...i gotta be strong...i can't cry!!! i shouldn't cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..he's off to manila again...my comfort zone is leaving again... (yup...he's my comfort zone...he's the only person who knows me totally..he's one of the few persons who knows what to do or say when i'm crying..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..like the rain outside, my tears are still falling...maybe i'll take a walk in the rain later....just maybe....maybe the rain will wash away all the pain that i'm feeling right now...maybe the rain will wash away all the emptiness that i'm feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-6081802947826306757?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/6081802947826306757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=6081802947826306757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..yesterday(feb 18,08) i took a trip to a place i used to visit every weekend....it's been more than three months since i last  visited that place...a lot of things have changed..but still some things, places and views remained the same...padang still showed memories of reming's wrath....but weeds are already starting to grow on some areas...the trip didn't take exactly an hour...it was more like a 45 minutes ride from legazpi...i was looking out the window the whole trip..usually i was asleep the whole 45 minutes of the trip..but this time i wasn't...i was busy watching the view outside....then a familiar comfortable feeling set in...i knew i was only minutes a way from one of my "comfort zones"....i was only minutes away from seeing him...i admit, i'm still quite stressed out, but the trip made me relax...by the time that i got there, signs of stress or anything negative didn't show (except for the very blooming pimple conveniently located on my chin..)...the trip lasted for 45 minutes, but for me it only lasted for 5 minutes or so....i stayed with him the whole day yesterday...but for me it lasted for less than an hour....we tried to make the most of the time that we had...but still it wasn't enough....but there's nothing we could do...before i went home tears started to flow...the assurance that i used to have is now weaker than ever..but still he tried to reassure me that everything will be ok...i hugged him...i hugged him so tight..tight enough to make it last til the next time i'll get to hug him again.....i hugged him as if letting him go would rip my heart out...as if letting go means breathing for the last time...i wanted that day to last forever..but then again it can't.....so for the last time that day i said that i love him so much...then we headed to the terminal where my ride away from him is waiting.....i kissed him one last time before i entered the van...then waved goodbye.....goodbye for now....seeing him walk away from the van that i was in was quite painful...it was just like the first time he left......on my ride home my eyes were still busy watching the view outside...it was raining...the trip lasted for 45 minutes..but i felt like a year...it was raining hard last night...i kept watching the rain fall on the window of the van...the rain won't stop...just like my tears..they won't stop falling....i felt my heart being ripped away from my chest as i travel....the sights, the places that i see going to that place and going home are the same...but they don't give the same feeling...i'm happy whenever i'm headed to that place...but the view going home hurts me in a way....i was leaving my comfort zone again...i knew that the moment i stepped out of the van i have to be the tougher melai...."be strong lagi dito ha.." that's what he told me yesterday.....he knows how weak i am..he also knows how strong i can be....i am strong..he just triggers my weak side, every time...the moment came...i got off the van...i felt all the colors from that day drain away from me....then i went home as if it was just an ordinary day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;today he's off to manila again....i asked him to text me when he's at the terminal, when he's on the bus...i asked him to text me where he is...i didn't know that it would be such a torture...as i write this blog tears won't stop flowing...my nose is all red from crying...and so are my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;as promised i'll be a little less hard on my self..i'll try to be happy now...i know he won't be by my side anytime soon..but i'm willing to wait...whatever it is that's running through my head right now...whatever doubt i have, i'll just keep my mouth shut about it...he's one person i don't want to loose..not anytime soon...he's one person i never wanna loose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..HONEY I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1263554098009043953?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1263554098009043953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1263554098009043953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1263554098009043953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>..doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doubt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doubt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a status between &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/belief" class="extiw" title="wikt:belief"&gt;belief&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/disbelief" class="extiw" title="wikt:disbelief"&gt;disbelief&lt;/a&gt;. It is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncertainty" title="Uncertainty"&gt;uncertainty&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Distrust" title="Distrust"&gt;distrust&lt;/a&gt; of a fact, an action, a motive, or a decision. It brings into question some notion of reality, and may involve delaying relevant action out of concern that one might be mistaken or at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The term "to doubt" can also mean "to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Question" title="Question"&gt;question&lt;/a&gt; one's circumstances and life experience".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;..doubt is one thing that can ruin almost everything...but it is a state of mind that is inevitable..some say that you'll only smell something fishy if you keep sticking you nose in it..same with doubt, you'll only doubt a certain situation, words, actions, or person if you keep thinking of reasons to doubt them...but what if it's the other way around?...what if you keep trying to find ways and facts to make yourself believe that person or situation but you just can't seem to find anything?.. what if all the reasons for you to doubt that person is laid out in front of you but you refuse to look at it...you refuse to see the facts..you refuse to believe the truth...what if accepting the existence of the facts means totally loosing whatever trust you have for that person?.. what if seeing the truth means loosing the other person completely?..any relationship can not exist without trust...trust doesn't mean that you'll never doubt the person..trust means you are hoping that the person will not fool you in any way..will not lie to you under any circumstance...in short, trusting someone means believing that the other person will be completely honest to you..no lies..just truth...i want a relationship built not on lies..i want honesty...i've been fooled and lied to a lot of times..i think i've had my fair share of lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;facts are laid in front of you..everything, every detail tells you that what's running inside your head for the past few days is true..what will you do?.. will you believe the facts?.. or will you choose to believe the person who keeps denying the facts?..the person who told you that he wants to be with you..the person who keeps telling you that he wants to spend his life with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what will you believe?  the facts or his words backed up with his actions?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wish he was here to explain everything...i wish arrives before i.............. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"..melai quit connecting the facts, will you?...you'll only hurt yourself..you think too much...... stop thinking too much..you'll only hurt yourself...........forget everything....just let it pass......everything will be ok....."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- this is what i've been telling myself for the past few days...........but it seems i'm too stubborn to listen even to myself... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-6852715181114603514?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/6852715181114603514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=6852715181114603514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6852715181114603514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6852715181114603514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/doubt-is-status-between-belief-and.html' title='..doubt'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1380039418515623375</id><published>2008-02-12T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:04:24.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chunanax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanax'/><title type='text'>..babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..while doing some surfing on the net i stumbled upon pictures of someone i know..i saw her pictures with her babies..it looked so cute..she looked really happy..it would be so nice to have kids of my own..the pictures made me wonder if i'll also be that happy with my "future" babies.. (parang ang dami yta nun ha..BABIES..hehe)..the truth is i want to have babies..maybe two or three of them..but not in the very near future..hehehe..i'm not yet ready..maybe a year or more from now i will be ready..for now i guess i'll settle looking at pictures of my friends and acquaintances with their little chanax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..someday i'll have a family of my own..kids of my own..by then i hope i'm ready..i know i'll be ready... i hope i'll be a good mother to my future babies..and a good wife to my future hubby (take note..ndi HUBBIES...hehe.. faithful ako!!) hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for now i gotta go back to work..i gotta work hard.. it's for my own good..hehe.. (hindi nko mxado mgppasaway promise!!...)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..by the way he's coming home on the 18th..if, indeed, he's here on the 18th i promise i'll be a little less hard on myself.. :) i know i'll be happier.. stronger.. better?..i hope so.. :)&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/1693332106984820826-1380039418515623375?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1380039418515623375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1380039418515623375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1380039418515623375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/1380039418515623375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/babies.html' title='..babies'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-6362762285735471162</id><published>2008-02-07T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:29:06.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..my first time (hehe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..i've been tagged by ate yen...this is the first time so i guess i'll try this one...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name 1 thing you do everyday: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i sing...even if i'm out of tune or i don't know the lyrics..i just sing (some call it tula or ngmumura daw ako..hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Name 2 things you wish you could learn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ice skating and play drums!!! yeah!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Name 3 things that remind you of your childhood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(1) plastic chairs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i accidentally fell off from one of those and hit my head..and although it wasn't that tall i couldn't stop crying...what?! i was a kid..a kid with a big bukol..i fell hard..ouch!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(2)paper dolls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;( -i loved paperdolls..i used to buy one every day..and at the end of the day i'd see my paper doll swimming in the plangana..it drowned..i forgot that i didn't know how to swim..hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(3) lunch box &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Papa always prepares our snack..he often makes sandwich with ham, cheese, mayo and sometimes mustard...he likes to make those kinds of sandwich..i wonder why i never grew fat when he was still there to cook for us..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Name 4 things you love to eat but rarely do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;fries..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i don't have the time nor the money to visit my old friend jobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;instant canton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;i can't find the time to cook..whenever i have the time i'm too lazy to cook..no one's gonna cook it for me...so i'll settle not eating canton at all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;sisig (ninongs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.. still i don't have the time to go there..and i'm not allowed to go there any more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;..don't have the money and time...(see time lagi kontra sakin! hmpf!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Name 5 things that make you feel good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(1)text messages from my significant (hmmm) other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.wahehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(2) keeping myself busy&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(3)junkfoods &lt;/span&gt;(loads of junkfoods...)...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(4)soundtrip&lt;/span&gt;.. (5) the so called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"power nap"!&lt;/span&gt;!! yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..so who am i gonna tag?...i think i'll go for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://jaggedcore.blogspot.com/"&gt;halley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.reasonparanoiaandmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;kuya owen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blurredtransparency.blogspot.com/"&gt;ruth,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.orange-and-green.blogspot.com/"&gt;ate nice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.mistressblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://unleashed0401.blogspot.com/"&gt;ate ailene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;take care you guyzzz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-6362762285735471162?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/6362762285735471162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=6362762285735471162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6362762285735471162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6362762285735471162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-time-hehe.html' title='..my first time (hehe)'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-7408250955476073980</id><published>2008-02-07T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:01:56.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..lss (last song syndrome)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; The lights are now on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The stage surrounds us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But it’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s you i remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This maybe our best gig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The most well attended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That i wanna be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cos whenever you’re not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s this void i feel within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s you i crave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cos i’m here, and you’re there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s too much for me to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;So hold on&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;soon i’ll be home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The times ???&lt;br /&gt;Gets too familiar&lt;br /&gt;What i want&lt;br /&gt;Is to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cos the last song syndrome here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is your voice i hear so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;You said you’ll wait&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I miss the way you touch my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I miss the way to say my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I miss you, oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I wish you’re here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Cos i’m here, and you’re there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It’s too much for me to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Soon i’ll be home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;..this is a song of the band stonefree...i've been singing it for quite some time now..but i never really knew the words...but now i know the words...the whole song..the song makes me sad..so sad..but at the same time it gives me some kind of hope... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon i'll be home...i'll be home....HOLD ON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-7408250955476073980?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/7408250955476073980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=7408250955476073980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/7408250955476073980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/7408250955476073980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/lss-last-song-syndrome.html' title='..lss (last song syndrome)'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4282419136781105144</id><published>2008-02-05T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:13:16.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..moving on, but not letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;..last monday he was supposed to be here..but he wasn't because of some financial issues..on the 12th he's going to puerto galera for their team building, that's why he still can't be here...of course, on valentines day he won't be here bcoz of work..and even if he was here i have work..i can't be with him..so he promised that he'd be here on the 18th...but then again that trip to puerto galera is postponed..it is deemed to be moved on the 18th... what the !@#$!!!!! (yaku mgmura ng bulgar sa blog..sori ha..hehehe)...whatever plans we've made is once again doomed to be changed.. haven't i learned? you might ask..sad to say, i haven't...i'm still not used to the feeling of getting too excited about him coming home and then suddenly just plainly and disturbingly disappointed...life can be so frustrating sometimes..but there's nothing i can do...weeping is the only option i have right now...actually it's not an option..it's an involuntary reaction of the eye (my eyes) whenever i feel disappointed..i'm really disappointed at the moment...tears are starting to fill my eyes..but i don't want to cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..have you ever missed someone so much to the point that their voice could actually make you weep?...to the point that you wanna call that person to hear his voice but you know you'll only end up crying..so you'll just settle not to hear his voice..(sorry if your starting to hate me bcoz i'm so open about my emotions sa blog ha..hirap lang kc kimkimin lhat...)  i don't know if he reads my blogs...he's seen some of them, but not all..but i do hope he reads this one...i want him to know how bad i'm feeling right now..but i don't want to tell him directly..i want him to come home..even for just awhile...even if i'll only be with him for a few hours...i just wana see him again...i miss him so much, it hurts a lot..last monday i stared at his picture, it made me cry...i can barely remember his smile..i can't remember how it feels to hold his hand..haAy.. :'(  even for just a few hours...let me be with him...please... :'(&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/1693332106984820826-4282419136781105144?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4282419136781105144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4282419136781105144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4282419136781105144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4282419136781105144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving-on-but-not-letting-go.html' title='..moving on, but not letting go'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-5018496329287344105</id><published>2008-02-05T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:51:33.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..team nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..saturday, feb. 02, 08..for the first time i got the chance to hang out with team nice...we played badminton..i never thought i could have that much  fun (no offense guys ha..hehehe...i wasn't in the mood to be makulit that day e..hehehe)...but i did...i enjoyed every moment that i spent with them...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..kuya owen was beaten by halley.. ate nays thought ruth how to play badminton...ruth can now play badminton...i learned a couple of things about them..i didn't think i'd be comfortable with them at once..but i did become comfy..i learned that kuya owen is not as serious as i always thought he was..halley is somewhat childlike, makulet..ruth nutritionist? hehehe..she's pretty much concerned with her well-being (go girl!).. ate nays..lives up to her name...hehe..she's really nice...i think i'm gonna enjoy being here..i'm gonna enjoy being part of team nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..after that afternoon (evening) jam with them i went home with a lot of muscle pain and a smile on my face..i had a great time..i have met a lot of people here in MBS...and i'm glad i met all of them.. :)  (see! my whole world doesn't revolve around 1 person!..hehehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..thanks guys..thanks a lot.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &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/1693332106984820826-5018496329287344105?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/5018496329287344105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=5018496329287344105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5018496329287344105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5018496329287344105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/team-nice.html' title='..team nice'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-6636162572726550806</id><published>2008-02-01T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:30:23.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice skating'/><title type='text'>..ice skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When life comes rushing at you from out of the darkness, who will you choose to face it with? Will it be someone you trust? Will they be wise? And will their love for you help them to guide you to the light? Or will they lose their way in the darkness. Will they make noble choices or will that person be someone untested? Someone new? Life comes rushing at you from out of the darkness. When it does - is there someone in your life you can count on? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone who'll watch over you when you stumble and fall, and in that moment give you the strength to face your fears alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..these words were taken from one of my favorite tv series - one tree hill... these lines made me think..is there someone watching over me?  will he wait till i stumble or will he catch my fall?..i've had my share disappointments and failures in my life..stumble? i stumbled a lot in the past...but the thing is life is just like ice skating -when you really don't know how to ice skate...when you fall you try to get up..the more you try to get up the more you'll fall, and sometimes you'll fall harder..when you've already managed to stand up and you think you can manage to take one step or one glide..you'll fall..a lot harder than your previous fall..a lot more painful..at one point you'll get tired and think that it is better to sit on the ice and just let the cold temperature eat you up...but isn't it better to keep trying to stand up and skate?...coz after several hard and painful falls you'll learn how to stand up on ice with skates on your feet..sooner or later you'll learn how to walk on ice..you'll learn to glide..all you need is courage to stand up and take that first step..sooner or later the bruises and wounds you got from falling too hard will no longer be visible..they will all be nothing but marks or memories of the times you fell....picture yourself in a rink (ice skating rink)..you are standing alone at the center..who do you see standing next to you? who will take your hand and help you make that first step?  who will help you stand up when you start to fall again...will that person wait for you to fall or will he catch your fall so you won't hit the ground..when you are in a rink the only thing the other person can do for you is hold your hand tight..he can't catch your fall..he can guide you but he cannot make the steps for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When life comes rushing at you from out of the darkness, who will you choose to face it with?..i'd face it with him..but i won't hide behind his back..i won't hide..i won't be afraid..he need not protect me...i have to face life..all he can do is hold my hand and lead me to the light..he can't face life for me..this life is mine to face and to conquer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..if life comes rushing at me i'll be ready..&lt;br /&gt;..i'll face it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-6636162572726550806?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/6636162572726550806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=6636162572726550806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6636162572726550806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/6636162572726550806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-skating.html' title='..ice skating'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-8413361025015381157</id><published>2008-01-31T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:41:31.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black valentines'/><title type='text'>..the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..it's feb.1...its the first day of the month of hearts...it's a bitter-sweet month..some, like the commercial of an anit-dandruff shampoo, will be spending a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"black valentine"&lt;/span&gt; this year instead of the usual red and romantic ones.  as for me, right now i'm not thinking about valentine's day...february is the month that my father died..that' why this is kind of a bitter-sweet month for me...i miss papa, a lot actually..while i was surfing the net yesterday i got the chance to read blogs, articles about life and stuff..in one of the blogs that i've read the writer mentioned her dad..based on what she's written i can tell that she shares a tight bond with her dad..i wish i did too...but sadly, i'm not that close to my father..he died when i was 12, so i didn't really get to talk to him much about life, work, love and school (i often tell school stuff to my mom..i can barely talk to him without getting yelled at...).. when he died i kept telling myself that it was entirely his fault why i didn't get to spend time with him...the thing is, he spends time with my two sisters...i'm always left with my mom..that's why i never learned to cook...coz he never really taught me..among the 3 siblings, i'm the one who gets yelled at the most...i'm the one who gets the most spanking...i hated him...i blamed him for every failure that i encountered during my elementary days..but now that i've grown up i realized a lot..i realized that i was too be blamed too.. that despite everything that he's done, i could have been a better person..i could have used all those things to prove to him that i'm better..that i'm more than the failure that he sees in me...but its too late to make him see that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...he's gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R6J1LrCMBlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2EIGH3_--i4/s1600-h/father-n-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R6J1LrCMBlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2EIGH3_--i4/s320/father-n-daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161816966310921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..i got this pic from the internet...i really miss my dad..it's been 9 years..nine regretful years..if only i could talk to him...i'll show him that he could be proud of me too...the way he's proud of my sisters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"..sometimes i listened outside her door, and hear how my mama cries for him, i pray for her even more than me, i pray for her even more than me..i know i'm praying for much too much, but could you send back the only man she loved, i know you don't do it usually, but dear Lord she' dying to dance with my father again.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;..this was from the song dance with my father..originally it was sung by luther vandross, then revived by celine dion...i don't like hearing the song..i don't like reading it's lyrics...but the lyrics are somehow etched in my mind...the whole song is one of the l.s.s that seem to haunt me..only it's the sole lss that keeps playing in my head, complete with lyrics..i hate this song because it makes me see the reality that no matter how strong my mom appears to be she still needs my dad..to help her out...to just hold her in times that everything's a mess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..the date Feb 14?  i haven't thought about it much...maybe a little..not because it's valentines day, but because it's a special day for "us"...i know my mom will get through this valentine's day as peaceful as she could...she's been alone for nine valentine's already...i know she misses him..but i also know she'll get through..she has me and my sisters..she'll always have me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-8413361025015381157?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R6J1LrCMBlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2EIGH3_--i4/s72-c/father-n-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1891372854589123855</id><published>2008-01-30T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:01:22.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>..test of fate?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;talk about getting your hopes high..i got the bad news last night..once again i got disappointed and hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;have you ever had the feeling that no matter how you try make your plans work, they just won't work out..no matter how you try to be with someone, even for just 1 day, fate is just not on your side..like something's always keeping us from seeing each other..this would be the second time that he planned to come home, but something came up and he can't come home..i was really happy when he said that he'll try to come home this weekend..but something came up, it's not possible for him be with me this weekend..he can't come home..but i totally understand the situation...its just that i got my hopes high..too high maybe...just too see them all crashing down...when will i ever learn?!....i can't help but feel really sad right now...and i'm not feeling well, either...i don't want to mope all day but i'm really feeling down..i gotta be strong..not just for myself but for someone else..someone who, i think, is as disappointed as i am..fate once again is playing its tricks on me..on us...i just hope we'll make it through...i know we can..we just have to be strong...this test of fate is really pissing me off..but there's nothing i can do, i gotta fight...i have to be strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..if only i could ask fate to stop playing tricks on me and just leave me alone...but i guess i can't do that...no matter how hard i pray it will still continue to do what it does best-play tricks on every one..these tricks, trials, or tests (or whatever you might call them) are suppose to make me strong, right?...just have to hold on to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-1891372854589123855?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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was more like a PMS..(yeah! may PMS din ako!!hahaha).. and there were also a lot of issues that i had to deal with...now i'm back..and i'm happier...i could go on 8 hours(my working hours) without getting disappointed at him for not texting me...but of course, i still anticipate his text..i still text him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..he's going to puerto galera on feb.12...yeah! i don't like the idea but there's nothing i could do.i'll just have to trust him..a lot!..hehe..i saw pics of puerto galera on the internet..the pic didn't help at all...they made me feel even worst...puerto galera has loads of resorts..beautiful resorts..white sand beaches..it looks so summer..and i bet ti looks perfectly romantic at night..i don't want him to be there with other girls...but again, there's nothing i could do, right...i have to trust him...and pray that he doesn't fall for any of his team mates during those days that he'll spend there with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it's 10:42 am..it's really really cold here at my station..i'm freezing...i can feel my whole body shivering...and i'm already starving..he hasn't texted me since last night..but its ok..i know he doesn't have any prepaid load yet..maybe tonight i'll load up...i really miss him... i hope he can really come home this weekend (his weekend pala..)..lunch is still 10 minutes away..i have to get out of this station..i'm really freezing...i didn't think it could be this cold here, i mean i'm already used to the temperature..only this time the air condition unit is aimed at my back..huhu... brrrrr!!! realy cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:55 (pc time)..think..think...think...how will i start an article about a Nissan Sentra control arm?...hmmmm.. O.M.G.!!! my brain's already frozen...hehehe..nah! just kidding...i just can't seem to think right now...i'm shivering...my head hurts..my fingers are numb and are starting to get stiff..5 more minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ulap ay sadyang kay dilim..tila yata may bagyong parating..bakit ka lumuluha? bakit nagtataka? kala mo ba ika'y iniwan na..hindi pasan kita di mo b nakikita di kana sa akin ay luluha pa...di ko naman hangad ang ano mang bagay sa mundo..ang tanging hiling ko lang ay yakapin mo.." - callalily (pasan) this was one of the sons that he sang to me (actually he just texted me the lyrics..)..he sent me these words when i was so problematic..to the point that i was ready to give up on everything...he was already in manila during those times...but now i'm ok...i'm still fighting...although he's far from me i know he's holding my hand..keeping me strong...always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-4912374184035529680?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4912374184035529680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=4912374184035529680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4912374184035529680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/4912374184035529680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/01/princess.html' title='..princess'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-7383205948196366763</id><published>2008-01-23T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:38:48.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><title type='text'>..such a mess..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..it all started last tuesday..i wrote on my YM stat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i'm such a mess"&lt;/span&gt;..that stat kind of got stuck..until now i keep feeling that i'm a mess...i can help but feel that i'm a big failure..the stat stuck on me like a chewing gum stuck on a shoe..i hope i can still get rid of it..i don't to be this big of a mess forever..i have to fix myself..i'm trying to fix myself, but unfortunately the more i try the bigger mess i become..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..once again life is giving me a hard time...i just wish i'm strong enough to face the things, problems and issues that are being thrown at me..have i mentioned that they are being thrown at me all at the same time...yes, all of them..shit! i'm not that strong... if you happen to see me smiling right now, it does not mean that i'm ok...i'm just trying to be ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..school stuff.  i hate it...i know i didn't give my schooling enough attention when i needed to, but why now?..i have a lot more issues to resolve now..i'm afraid that i won't be able to graduate because of 1 subject..one stupid subject..i've made up my mind about leaving, but i can't leave til i graduate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..family matters.i can't run away from it..my family's fine..but the extension's not...my sister's having trouble with one of our titas..my sister said that things are just "magulo" there..but i can't help but blame myself..i think what's happening to my sister and tita has something to do with the decision i made last november..i did n't think that decision could ever have an effect with how my tita treats my sister..my sister has nothing to do with my decision...besides the two of them are not even involved in issues i have with my other tita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..work.it's fine..but lately i've been failing some tasks..and i can't seem to think straight..i can't focus on my work..all my problems are taking a very big part of my attention..i want to focus on my work..with my tasks..but my head is always somewhere else and i hate it..for days i've been trying to fight the tears..shamefully my eyes always start to be filled with tear whenever i'm at work...but thankfully i have not cried in my station since i got here.. (i cried in my previous station,but it was a different case.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..love.so far this is the only thing that keeps me intact..i know i'm falling apart but he still keeps me together..the only thing bout my love life is that he's too far from me right now...and i need him to be close when i'm this low..but there's nothing i can do about it..i gotta be strong, on my own..i gotta learn to be strong..he would always utter those words whenever i start crying...i am strong..but not right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;....running away from everything is the best choice i have so far..i can't face all of this on my own...but i'll find the right time to runaway..its not now..not yet today..not this month..i'll wait for the right time..i just hope it comes before i start to give 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mess..'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-1737074492444583743</id><published>2008-01-22T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:24:23.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..daydreaming..still missing him.. ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..funny how he manage to enter my mind even at the most unexpected time..i'm at work..i'm supposed to be writing an article about car parts but obviously i'm not..  i keep seeing him surprising me again..picking me up from work....these images makes me miss him a lot more than i already do.. i'm so pre-occupied with thoughts of him..i won't be able to finish work if this goes on for the next hour...i gotta snap out of this...  bad as my day has been so far, thoughts of him still keeps me calm and sane...  i miss my honey...can't wait to see you again...i don't when, but i'll wait...i promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i wish he was here..i know he can't take away the pain that i'm feeling now but i know i'll feel a bit better if i get to hold his hand..that's how we used to be when he was still here..i just hold his hand whenever i'm in pain..i wish he was here now..to hold me..to hug me tight and never leave my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..he was supposed to come home last sunday..i was supposed to be with him the last monday..the whole day..but he was not able to come home..i didn't get to be with him..part of me is blaming a person (if it weren't for that person he would have been here)..but still part of me understands that his not being able to come home is a blessing in disguise..if he went home he'll probably end up having money problems again before the payday..atleast now i know he's there working, with enough budget to last til the next payday..i don't know if he'll be here after the next payday, but i hope he comes home..even for just a day..i just wanna see him again..&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/1693332106984820826-1737074492444583743?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/1737074492444583743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=1737074492444583743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..i'm such a mess today..i forgot my locker keys..i'm not feeling well..i wana sleep the whole day..i don't want to be near anyone at the moment..but there's nothing i can do..i have to work..i have to go to school..i think no matter how much i try to fix this day..it won't be fixed.....i wish this day would just end as fast and as painless as possible... the only good thing that's happened today is that he woke up early just to wake me up..isn't that sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i want to go home... i wana sleep the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i know this day will not be a good one...i just hope that i'm wrong about this day...&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/1693332106984820826-7180223282001370122?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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mo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may pag-ibig pa&lt;br /&gt;Di na nais makasama ka hindi mababago&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay lamang sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig laan lamang sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ay di dapat ganito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di maamin kung kakayaning di na&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ang pag-ibig na sa iyo'y&lt;br /&gt;nagbabalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuluyan na nga kayang baguhin na ang&lt;br /&gt;pagtingin sa&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig na dati ay walang hanggan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuluyan ng nagbabago&lt;br /&gt;Sana maunawaan mo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may pag-ibig pa&lt;br /&gt;Di na nais makasama ka hindi mababago&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay lamang sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig laan lamang sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ay di dapat ganito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;..it's a really sad song...i wish i won't get to sing this song..i love the melody but the words are so sad..it's about giving up, getting tired of loving someone who takes you for granted...i'm almost about to sing this song...but almost doesn't count, right?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693332106984820826-67627993749884730?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/67627993749884730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=67627993749884730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/67627993749884730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/67627993749884730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/01/dati.html' title='..dati'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-4900799393582657273</id><published>2008-01-15T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:42:54.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..adjusted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..i'm glad that i've finally adjusted...time was speeding away from me and yet now i'm riding time...i'm getting used to this kind of life already..it's not too fast paced for me anymore...now i have time left to write blogs, to check my friendster, to chat, and other stuff..one thing i love about this job is that i get to write..and that i'm appreciated for the work that i've done..leo's proud of me..i wanna be proud of myself too, but i know i have not done much to be proud of..for now, i'll just continue to do my work..and try to do it as well and as happy as i could...if my brain gets tired, its ok...i'll just take a breath and i know i'll be ok.. i'm listening to a song titled "away bati"..it's a cute song..it reminds me of how we were before he left..our day is not complete without any fights or "tampohan"...but no matter how much we fight with each other back then we didn't end up breking up with each other...we fought, we made up...we're still together...he gave me a lot of headaches..i gave him his share of pain..but still we couldn't leave each other..when he left for manila i thought it was the end of it..i thought he anly gave me time to gather the strength i needed to break up with him..but when the time came that i was ready to break up with him he came home..and he said that he loved me so much..promises of forever were again spoken..now i'm holding on to those promises...well. we're trying to keep those promises...step by step..one by one our promises and dreams are coming true... like what we always said to each other "hold on tight..no matter what..don't let go..".. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm gonna be by your side..no matter what..&lt;/span&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/1693332106984820826-4900799393582657273?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/4900799393582657273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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side..but i know he can't be..he's too far away from me..i understand our situations, i honestly do..it's just that there are times when i need him badly to just hold my hand..he's the only person who keeps me strong right now..when everything's going wrong..when there seems to be no hope for me..he keeps my hopes high..not to high though..just high enough to keep me believing that i'll make it..&lt;br /&gt;..the other night i was home alone..it was raining hard outside...then there was thunder and lightning..that moment i wanted to run to him and hold him..he knows that i'm scared of thunder..i know he'd hold me tight if he was with me..but he wasn't..i was alone.. all alone and scared..i miss him..so bad..it was our anniversary yesterday (011408)..2nd year anniversary..there was nothing we could do but talk on the phone for a few minutes..then go on with our usual life..a life away from each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our pics before he left for manila last november..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4x808HliLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/19yQwOpy7Yc/s1600-h/h0ney_bye+n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4x808HliLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/19yQwOpy7Yc/s320/h0ney_bye+n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155632922365364402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..missing him..not being with him was probably harder because he left during the times that i badly needed someone on my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm doing ok,i guess... i'm holding to the hope that in less than three months i'll be with him..i'm holding on the love that he's showing me...i know he loves me..a lot...i love him too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for now i gotta be strong..so strong... i won't be able to reach him if i am weak... gotta be strong and alone..everyday for the next three months..&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/1693332106984820826-5697917264894890505?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/5697917264894890505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=5697917264894890505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5697917264894890505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/5697917264894890505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-him.html' title='..i miss him'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4x9FcHliMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3K1wFimre4A/s72-c/h0ney+k0h+smyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-2117410174007677830</id><published>2008-01-11T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:19:53.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..that's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..yesterday i had a chance to hang out with one of my friends..we talked about life, about the issues concerning her..unfortunately i said some things..i thought she knew those things..the sad thing is that she had to hear it from me..its true that there are always to sides in a story..she could only see one side..but after our talk yesterday, she saw both sides..and she didn't know what to believe..the person she love the most lied to her...one of our friends is involved..how do we fix it? i honestly don't know...yesterday's talk made things even worst i know...my friend is crying..she's hurt,so hurt...the other one? i don't know how she's doing..i haven't had the chance to talk to her about the issue....i know people make mistakes..a lot of people lie..but how could you lie and cheat a person you once loved a lot?..i admit i have lied to my hubby,once or twice or maybe more..but i never cheated on him..never.. it makes me wonder, my friend has been honest to her partner, she has loved that person so much..yeah, she's young..but what did she do to deserve that...&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/1693332106984820826-2117410174007677830?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/2117410174007677830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=2117410174007677830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2117410174007677830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2117410174007677830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-life.html' title='..that&apos;s life'/><author><name>ishie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12018463803387578132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_30yvPOfN5mQ/R4WXr8HliHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZsNldwhzwVg/S220/melai_004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693332106984820826.post-158064756910315696</id><published>2008-01-10T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:28:57.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..wrongfully accused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;..i thought since i loved writing my work will be a piece of cake...but i was wrong..it's way way harder than i thought..now i have 2 backlogs every day..i don't wanna be irresponsible..i wanna finish my task everyday..but i'm finding it hard..  i'm not irresponsible..it's just things keep popping up from every where..isuues, deadlines and a lot of articles...i don't know how long i could keep up with a fast paced schedule..right now i gotta leave for school..i got class..and mind ya'll i hate my prof..he just does not understand the real meaning of essay....by for now..take care y'all...&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/1693332106984820826-158064756910315696?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/158064756910315696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=158064756910315696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/158064756910315696'/><link rel='self' 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too fast..i'm having trouble keeping up..it's almost halfway through January..only a little over two months from now i'll start to live my life alone...technically not alone..but my mom won't be by my side..she won't be there to remind me of the things i have to remember..she won't be there to discipline me..she won't be there to take care of me..i know this is what i wanted - to be able to live my life in my own terms..but i also know that the moment i live our house it's gonna be the start of a harder and more stressful situation...&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to miss a lot of people..i wish he was here right now..i haven't tried to contact him today, actually i did (hehehe).. but i know he won't be online the who'll day so more or less he won't be able to check the messages that i left..i'm not planning to call nor to text him today..i don't know why..maybe i'm just not in the mood..i'm kind of getting tired of running after him..this time i'm just gonna sit back and wait til he notice that i'm not by his side anymore....&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends..i haven't seen them since monday..i did not have a chance to talk to them..if my schedule will go on like this i'm surely gonna miss them a lot...but i'll get by...there are a lot of things that i have to take care of...&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/1693332106984820826-2255468344052803677?l=ishys-emos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishys-emos.blogspot.com/feeds/2255468344052803677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693332106984820826&amp;postID=2255468344052803677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693332106984820826/posts/default/2255468344052803677'/><link 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