<?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-3656772813672484917</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:15:31.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% MONICA!!</title><subtitle type='html'>im monica.. a newbie! hehehe.. fil free to visit my blog evrtime u want to! adios!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1986442213175072841</id><published>2010-02-23T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:35:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Monica meetes womanhood :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last 02.19.10 I celebrated on of the highlights of my life, being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, together with my favorite people in the world, that was a blast! :) It was celebrated @ World Palace and it was just simple and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4OuqHMUkmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hmvhsV1wNIQ/s1600-h/SDC13492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4OuqHMUkmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hmvhsV1wNIQ/s320/SDC13492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441384813302157922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4Opb8K9q2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0NjZ0m8fMwI/s1600-h/SDC13454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4Opb8K9q2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0NjZ0m8fMwI/s320/SDC13454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441379072267365218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that pic above was watever! Hahahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4OsbvKBgOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Sm3xAyFlOY4/s1600-h/SDC13443.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4OtYbbVvuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UogStLjZRso/s1600-h/SDC13452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4OtYbbVvuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UogStLjZRso/s320/SDC13452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441383409984585442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above was my favorite. Well bcoz just not Im cute with that pic, its also bcoz im with one of my fave girl in the Earth, my anak Leny Gambong! ♥♥ Super love her.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4Ot_4bAzyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PxOzN_96nYc/s1600-h/SDC13450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4Ot_4bAzyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PxOzN_96nYc/s320/SDC13450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441384087782739746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing on that night! The food! Hahahahaha. :)) I was really craving for the buttered chicken. Hehehehe. :p I hope they were full. Agghhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4Oups1V0HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9EaiznEXfHs/s1600-h/SDC13491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4Oups1V0HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9EaiznEXfHs/s320/SDC13491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441384806226448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without mom, this celebration would aint be possible. Thanks mom! muaaah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, thank you GOD for giving me 18 years of fruitful life. More birthdays to come. Adios amigos.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-1986442213175072841?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1986442213175072841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1986442213175072841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1986442213175072841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1986442213175072841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-monica-meetes-womanhood.html' title='When Monica meetes womanhood :))'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/S4OuqHMUkmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hmvhsV1wNIQ/s72-c/SDC13492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-7594527366088861074</id><published>2009-09-26T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:14:20.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit tayo single? :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sr4fO5zj04I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hX8fkiORSms/s1600-h/single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sr4fO5zj04I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hX8fkiORSms/s320/single.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385776545277399938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh yea. i found this topic sa ftalk forum sa Philippines section. I just want to share kung anu-ano ung mga reason kung bakit marami sa ating ngayon ay single, katulod ko. HAHAHAHA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;SINGLE: Minsan ayos lang maging SINGLE kase free na free ka gawin kung ano ang gusto mo o kaya makakapunta ka kung saan mo gusto pumunta pero kung minsan,. lalo na't malamig ang hangin o kya maganda ung view, magwiwish ka na sana may yumayakap sa'yo, hahalikan ka sa noo at tititignan ka ng parang ikaw na ata ang pinakamagandang babae sa buong mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya heto, susubukan ko bilangin ang mga dahilan kung bakit single pa tayo. Gaano katagal na ba tayo walang nagiging boyfriend/girlfriend? tingnan natin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;MASYADONG INDEPENDENT&lt;/strong&gt; - baka naman masyado mo napoproject na kaya mong mabuhay ng wala silang lahat, ayan tuloy parang hindi nila maramdaman na kailangan mo rin sila kaya dun na lang sila sa taong tingin nila ay magkakaron sila ng silbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;MATAAS ANG STANDARDS&lt;/strong&gt; - siguro hindi na natanggal sa isip mo ung pangarap mo nung bata ka pa. aba, kelangan mo na gumising sa katotohanan na walang ideal guy. ok cge, kung makita mo nga ung hinahanap mo na gwapong matalino na mayaman na mabait pero nung nakasama mo naman eh nakita mo hindi pala siya madalas maligo, mahiyain mag-toothbrush kaya naman sobrang bad breath niya sa umaga, puro barya ang mga hita at binti o kaya naman daig pa ang tambucho sa lakas manigarilyo, may nakausli na "pang labing-isang" daliri sa kamay at NAKAPANGINGILABOT NA BALAT dahil madami siyang AN-AN SA kanyang LIKOD NA PARA BANG MAPA NG CEBU... oh eh di turn-off ka na? kung lahat ng tao ay katulad mo na mataas ang standards, malamang wala ng magboboyfriend at maggirlfriend ngaun puro friends na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;UBOD KA NG KASUNGITAN&lt;/strong&gt; - maski naman kahit sino hindi masarap lapitan at kausapin ang taong mukhang nangangain ng tao tapos liligawan pa? dapat kc kahit konti maging approachable ka naman para kahit na hindi ka kagandahan, madidiskubre niya na masarap ka palang kausap at masaya kang kasama. (^^,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;MASAMA ANG UGALI&lt;/strong&gt; - kung papipiliin ako kung sa masungit o sa masama ang ugali... dun na ko sa masungit! ang masungit kc, hindi likas na itim ang budhi nyan, may taglay na istorya sa likod ng simangot niya. sabihan mo lang yan ng 'peek-a-boo' BAKA ngitian ka na. ibang istorya na kase ang masama ang ugali dahil mula pa yang ugali na yan sa kaibuturan ng kanyang mga balunbalunan. sa una mabait, pero madidiskubre mo na parang trapo ang tao kung tratuhin nito. tsk tsk tsk. pero hindi pa naman huli ang lahat kung kaya mo pa magbago, bigyan mo ng pagkakataon ang sarili mo magbago. magdasal ka kay lord ng mataimtim huh?? *hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;NAGKUKULONG SA BAHAY &lt;/strong&gt;- walang makaka-appreciate sa panloob o panlabas na beauty mo kung nagkukulong ka lang sa bahay. ok nanjan nga ang nanay mo para sabihin na maganda ka pero im sure umay na umay na rin yan sa pagmumukha mo kaya mas maigi kung lumabas ka.. pagkagaling sa office, pwede ka magmall o kya gumimik kasama mga officemates mo, o kaya naman sumali sa mga organization sa simbahan or sa neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;MUKHA KANG LOSYANG&lt;/strong&gt; - ito ang kadalasang krimen ng mga single. Hindi ka nagbibigay ng panahon para ayusin ang sarili physically. at bakit pa nga ba e wala ka naman dahilan para mag-ayos, diba? MALI !!! Dapat nga lalo ka mag-ayos para makita ang marketability mo. hindi krimen ang maging vain kahit konti. did u know na ang ratio ng lalaki sa babae ay 4:1? kaya lola, magsimula ka na mag-ayos at baka yung crush mo ay maagaw pa ng mga intrimitida sa paligid mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;MASYADONG MAGALING&lt;/strong&gt; - medyo sensitive itong topic na ito dahil nasasagasaan na ang male ego dito eh. oo, may ibang lalake na nabuburaot dahil mas magaling at mas marunong ang babae sa kanila. hindi na natin ito problema dahil malamang insecurity nila ang bumubulong sa kanila pero minsan kase hindi na makatarungan na laging nai-inferior ang lalake. kailangan maramdaman din nila sa iyo na hindi mo sila ia-under the saya if maging girlfriend ka nila. hindi ko rin sinasabi na i-compromise mo ang talents mo, ano bang magagawa ko kung likas na talentadong bata ka pero ang tamang gawin ay wag naman ipagdukdukan na sobrang galing mong tao. wag na wag mong kalimutan na may 2 klaseng yabang dito sa mundo. wag kang mang-intimidate kung ayaw mong ma-intimidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;SOBRANG BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; - alam mo ba ung kantang 'Narda'? ganyan ang mangyayari sa iyo, hanggang kanta na lang ang aabutin ng nagkakagusto sayo dahil maski pagpa-pluck ng kilay mo wala kang time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;DALA ANG BIGAT NG KAHAPON&lt;/strong&gt; - may kasabihan nga, "how can u look forward when u keep looking back?" walang mangyayari sa love life mo kung dala mo pa ang kabiguan na dinulot ng nakaraan mo. walang sense ang magpakabitter dahil in the end, lalo ka lang papanget. panget na nga, bitter pa! tsaka wag kang matakot masaktan kung gusto mo magmahal muli. laging kaakibat ng love ang pain dahil hindi ka masasaktan kung hindi ka nagmahal. at isa pa, wag ka ring matakot na kunin ang pagkakataon kung nandiyan na sa harap mo. pano mo malalaman na masarap ang chocolate kung hindi mo titikman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;MASYADONG-MASYADO!!&lt;/strong&gt; - masyadong maganda, masyadong matalino, masyadong talented at masyadong mayaman. minsan ito ang mga nagiging factor kung bakit walang gustong manligaw sayo. pero hindi mo naman ito kasalanan diba? katulad din ito ng scenario sa #7. siguro mas maigi kung HUMBLE KA LANG wag mayabang, at imbis na maging hambog, share na lang the blessing. hindi ka lang maganda / matalino / talented / mayaman / mabait pa!! im sure lahat mahuhumaling sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;strong&gt;IMBORNAL ANG BUNGANGA MO:&lt;/strong&gt; naku kalimitang problema ito ng mga TAKLESANG TAO at ng mga masyado nang confident sa sarili nila. Maganda ka nga, mayaman, mabait naman, sweet naman, maganda naman pumorma, Pero pag nagsalita daig pa ung barker ng mga pedicab sa CUBAO eh! Ang lakas mong magmura!! Pinaglihi ka ba sa Nagmumurang Kamatis? Mga words mo pa ang lulupit e... memorize mo na lahat ng mga bastos na salitang Pilipino at mga murang pinoy. Shempre palengkera dating mo nyan dba? Naku lalo pa kung mapanira ka, lalong wag! Matatakot lahat makipag-friends sayo, kahit babae!! Hahaha! Bawas mura kapatid! Instead of saying: Bwaka ng Ina, P*tang ina, P*king Ina!! Say: flowers, candies, rainbows, sheeps, clouds, butterflies and. . .&lt;br /&gt;PUT A LITTLE MORE!! O dba? bumabango na "bibig" nya, yeah! di na "bunganga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINSAN NAMAN SA MGA BABAE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;TOO MANY BOYS:&lt;/strong&gt; Minsan nai-intimidate din ang mga guys pag masyado maraming boys ang nakabakod sa girl. Wala ka ngang boyfriend, pero lagi mo naman prino-project na ang daming lumalandi sayo (na pawang mga superficial lang naman at mukhang walang potential na magbigay ng TRUE LOVE sayo). Pag ganyan palagi ang aura at drama mo, most likely, uurong yung mga boys na may HONEST INTENTIONS sayo at kaya kang mahalin ng todo, kasi natatakot sila na baka ikaw ang di kayang magmahal ng totoo. Alam kasi ng mga boys yan... na kahit kayo na (nakapili ka na ng BF mo), di pa din mawawala ang mga "boys" na nakapaligid sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;Perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula nung magkamalay ang taong ito, nakalista na ang mga bagay na gusto niya sa kanyang magiging boypren/girlpren. Kapag may nakilala siya at nakitang madumi ang kuko, magkadikit ang kilay, may butas sa ngipin, o parang penguin maglakad, wala na. Turn off na 'yun para sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing:&lt;br /&gt;"Ok na siya e. Kaya lang gusto ko 'yung ganito..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;strong&gt;Busy Bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na sila pero masyado kang maraming inaasikaso tulad ng libro, bolpen, papel at calculator. Umaalis ka ng 6 am sa bahay at umuuwi ng 7 ng gabi 'pag weekdays. Pagdating mo sa bahay, gagawa lang ng homework at matutulog na. Masaya ka nang makanood ng TV 'pag Sabado (at gumawa ulit ng homework). Sapat na sa'yo ang kumain sa labas kasama ang pamilya 'pag Linggo (at gumawa pa rin ng homework).&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Sorry, wala akong time sa ganyan e,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;strong&gt;Friend Forever Version 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunwari ka pa dyan. Alam mo namang gusto mo talaga 'yang best friend o special friend mo pero hindi mo lang sinasabi at pinapadama dahil ayaw mong masira ang pagkakaibigan niyong dalawa. 'Yung tipong 'pag may kasamang iba 'yung gusto mo, kunwari ka pang masaya ka para sa kanya pero sa totoo lang, gusto mo na malusaw na parang ice caps dahil sa Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm so happy for you" o "Sayang naman 'yung pinagsamahan namin e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;strong&gt;Friend Forever Version 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala tayong magagawa pero talagang malapit ka lang sa kabilang kasarian--pero bilang kaibigan lang. One-of-the-boys or ladies' man. Hindi ka naman homo o bi pero sadyang kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa mga taong hindi mo kapareho ng chromosomes. Masaya ka nang nakaka-hang-out lang sila, nakakakwentuhan, niyayakap nang walang halong malisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "May inuman ba mamaya?" kung babae o "Hatid ko ba kayo mamaya?" kung lalaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;strong&gt;Born to be One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single-blessed ka at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. &lt;span class="smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://friendstertalk.com/img/smilies/smile.gif" alt=":)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nilikha ka siguro para maging mag-isa (pero syempre may pamilya at kaibigan ka naman, duh!) hanggang tumanda ka na at ipadala sa Home for the Aged. Marami akong kakilalang mukhang ganito ang patutunguhan at hindi naman sila mga pangit o abnoy talaga. Minsan lang, masyado silang masungit.&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Mag-isaako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;strong&gt;Happy -go-lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eto 'yung taong masaya na sa trip-trip lang at kung anu-anong mga happenings. Kahit sino na lang basta no strings attached. For fun lang at walang seryosohan please. Personally, ayoko nung mga ganito. Umaapaw lang siguro 'yung mga taong ganito sa "L." Magbuhos ka nalang ng malamig na tubig sa iyong buong katawan at solb na 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm not ready to commit e, but I really like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;strong&gt;Wrong Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eto naman 'yung mga laging idinadahilan na masyado pa silang bata o kaya masyado na silang matanda. May mga tao raw na ganyan, 'yung pakiramdam nila laging may tamang panahon para sa pag-ibig. Pero ang labo lang kasi tuwing may pagkakataon naman, lagi nilang naiisip na maling panahon pa iyon. Oo, wrong timing lagi ang pag-ibig para sa kanila kasi madalas sumasakto kung kelan meron silang board exams, problema sa pamilya, o long test kinabukasan. &lt;span class="smiley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://friendstertalk.com/img/smilies/smile.gif" alt=":)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "We had the right love at the wrong time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;strong&gt;Parent Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ni mama o ni papa na magkaboypren/girlpren ang kanilang unica hija/unico hijo kahit na 22 years old na ito at kumikita na ng sarili niyang pera. Kailangan daw magkaron ka muna ng isang strand ng puting buhok bago may makadalaw sa'yo sa bahay. O kaya, baka ikaw 'yung may problema dahil natatakot ka sa iisipin ng mga magulang mo tungkol sa taong iyong gusto. Baka kasi sabihin nila na masyado siyang bansot/matangkad/baboy/payatot para sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; yun un eh! hahaha. :)) so nka relate bah? ammm. kung ako ang papipiliin sa mga nsabing rason sa taas, mejo mataas ang standard ko. Hindi naman sa maarte o mapili, gusto ko lang kasi mag lagay ng standard sa susunod kong mamahalin, mahirap na kasi magkamali eh. May pagka busy din ang life ko, im so busy sa aking pag-aaral kaya no time talaga for lovelife, baka maging par time girlfriend ang dating ko nito. HAHAHA. :))  Dala din ng bigat ng kahapon. hehehe, kaya nga nasabi ko na gusto ko mag set ng standard sa susunod kong mamahalin kasi  yoko na maulit ang past ko, asng sakit pla, di xa masaya in fairness. hehehe. :p mmm.. i-coconsider ko rin bah ang pagkakaroon ng maraming boys?! hahaha. :)) d nman sa flirt, malapit lan tlga aq sa opposite sex. Masaya aksi cla kasama, at nag eenjoy din sila kasama ako. hehehe. Ü happy-go-lucky rin kasi ang personality ko. hehe. bungisngis dito, smayl doon. haha. ganiyan ang buhay ko. kaya now i know, kaya nga 4 years na akong single. AHAHAHA. :) pero sana naman d na magtagal. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til my next post mga blogger. tag before u leave :) muaaah. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3656772813672484917-7594527366088861074?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/7594527366088861074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=7594527366088861074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/7594527366088861074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/7594527366088861074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/09/bakit-tayo-single-p.html' title='bakit tayo single? :p'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sr4fO5zj04I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hX8fkiORSms/s72-c/single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-2738967612199205888</id><published>2009-08-05T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:39:18.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crushing again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SnlEqIqIGMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_Il46WtoM_8/s1600-h/SDC10090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SnlEqIqIGMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_Il46WtoM_8/s320/SDC10090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366395921658026178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love hearing his voice and staring at him. Continue to mesmerize me. I love the way you do it :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-2738967612199205888?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/2738967612199205888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=2738967612199205888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/2738967612199205888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/2738967612199205888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/08/crushing-again.html' title='crushing again :)'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SnlEqIqIGMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_Il46WtoM_8/s72-c/SDC10090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-3876738325742086951</id><published>2009-06-19T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:14:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd year life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sjx5C4-NibI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r_CRQ1wtSzo/s1600-h/ooo+yeaah.(080).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sjx5C4-NibI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r_CRQ1wtSzo/s320/ooo+yeaah.(080).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349283547969325490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! thanks LORD. i came this far. I just cant believe that im already living my 2nd year life in college, it seems that its just be a while that im still nervous and intimidated to enter college life and study in one of the finest university in Davao.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g139/kozavu/Emoticons/bailele.gif" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years form now, ill be living my dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the start of the class, first week, it was so devastating! 2nd year life is far different from 1st yr. Though first year life is like living a world full of worries and hardships. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb320/Essence_of_Mirage/Emoticons/EyeTwitch.gif" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sjx8EPAH8rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2dz4HP_NK2g/s1600-h/ooo+yeaah.(076).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sjx8EPAH8rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2dz4HP_NK2g/s320/ooo+yeaah.(076).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349286869597680306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im already gaining eyebags stdying for quizzes. Errr. especially minor subjects like Environmental Science, which doesnt connect with my course. I felt tired studying and memorizing a lot of things. Errr..!!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n162/HeroDave/Emoticons/Meh.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Emoticon Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also get zero in our 1st quiz in math of investments. waatt theee..! Maybe i should buy the book, because i find it hard to learn those large amount of numbers. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x50/gabibadbaby/emoticons/thconfused3.gif" border="0" alt="s"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next update. If i still find time to post. I think ill be busier for the 2nd week of school. Haiizz.! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x50/gabibadbaby/emoticons/62.gif" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-3876738325742086951?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/3876738325742086951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=3876738325742086951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3876738325742086951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3876738325742086951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-year-life.html' title='2nd year life.'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sjx5C4-NibI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r_CRQ1wtSzo/s72-c/ooo+yeaah.(080).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-35866998926182208</id><published>2009-06-11T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:01:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES! damn boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh jeez.. i was so upset why does the classes on tertiary level was postponed. Im was pretty excited to go back to school and meet my friends. I miss them a lot. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i707.photobucket.com/albums/ww77/fouroclockflower/fermosi.png" alt="fermosi Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only means that the longer i stay in out house, the longer the hours ill suffer from boredom! surfing the net and music really kills boredom but now im also getting bored with this kind of stuffs! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wallbash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i731.photobucket.com/albums/ww316/mugwump_photos/smileys/wallbash.gif" alt="wallbash Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with this very popular social networking site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSTER&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SjDE25AQUZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvKNq9pBXwM/s1600-h/friendster-homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SjDE25AQUZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lvKNq9pBXwM/s320/friendster-homepage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345989204982649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really find it so boring. After accepting friend requests, approve some comments, check my messages, see who view my profile, read the bulletin ans thats it? Ohh jeezz! I cant anymore find entertainment with this sites. This is a crowded sites, with people with different genres and beliefs. I just cant imagine while viewing a fs prof and i cant believe that the profile owns by a 3 year old boy? Buahahaha. This is so hilarious! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x70/craftycoven/Emoticons/em21.gif" alt="Tipsy Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Friendster is really very popular all over the land of Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd lets go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SjDIc9GMTwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pcurCr1ZH3Q/s1600-h/Facebook_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SjDIc9GMTwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pcurCr1ZH3Q/s320/Facebook_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345993157451206402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook! Well, im not yet so bored with this site but soon i know i will find this site just a waste of time. Im starting to get bored with pet society when it was my habit before to play pet society for 4 hours just to make my pet happy and make myself looking like a fool. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x223/tarcisiofake/Emoticons/03.png" alt="emoticon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I cant believe i can find entertainment with that corny game whom I used to loved playing on it. Jeezz! I love answeing FB quizzes but sometimes the answer is hilarious. Like i took the quiz " When will you get married" and the answer was August 20, 2010, like huwaaatt? haha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mag syoor oip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSTERTALK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Monica/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SjDLV1coetI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1ME1_9tokpw/s1600-h/ftalk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SjDLV1coetI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1ME1_9tokpw/s320/ftalk.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345996333673642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe not all of us are familiar with this site but me, im so familiar! Buahaha. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k377/safetygirl2112/emoticons/crying.gif" alt="crying lol Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Can I make it more obvious? jeezz!  This site is for friendster lovers ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isnt it ironic? this site is for friendster lovers but i was cursing the friendster site just a minute ago? haha. Weird! ) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is fun where you hve to increase your rank to gain more reputations and more people will become more interested to know you deeper. There are lot of threads there and topics which you can react or you can comment or share of thoughts. I also love the cbox there because I can meet more people and I can add them to online friends list. I can say that in this site Im still enjoying it. My rank here is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendster maniac &lt;/span&gt;which i already have 600 posts. Wee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm426/kitsuneshin/Emoticons/square.gif" alt="juggler banana Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted my rank to become higher like becoming a friendster elite soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less with all these fluffiness I still enjoy surfing the net.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii173/ekofresh772/emoticons/thwhee.gif" alt="wee emoticon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. &lt;/span&gt;I cant wait on coming back to school. I have a lot of things to share with my friends. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g139/kozavu/Emoticons/complo.gif" alt="Emoticon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3656772813672484917-35866998926182208?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/35866998926182208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=35866998926182208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/35866998926182208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/35866998926182208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/06/social-networking-sites-becomes-more.html' title='SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES! damn boring.'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i731.photobucket.com/albums/ww316/mugwump_photos/smileys/th_wallbash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-4709042038418116002</id><published>2009-06-09T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:06:55.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUNG LOVE. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Si4pno_9JMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GppC_i7zSW4/s1600-h/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Si4pno_9JMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GppC_i7zSW4/s320/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345255568732660930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH YEA! i found this pic sa deviant art and im so amazed by the cuteness of the pic. It made me remember of my childhood sweetheart back then when I was still in kindergarten. :) yahp, you read it right kinder plang, malandi na ako. XB But that its not the issue anyway. I remember when we are still kiddos we always laugh at each other and share our baons our mom made for us. That lil boy is so cute and matalino :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder saan na kaya xa? hehe&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i cant forget when he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;told me&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pakakasalan kita balang araw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;huwaatt??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it means engage n aq? hahaha. X) I wonder if he is still the same? The lil kid from our place who used to smile at me offering me a helping hand whenever I cry because of papercuts. I wonder also if he still remembers me? I bet he looks mature now. Maybe we will meet each other in God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. lets call him " lil dad" :)&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/3656772813672484917-4709042038418116002?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/4709042038418116002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=4709042038418116002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/4709042038418116002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/4709042038418116002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-love.html' title='YOUNG LOVE. :)'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Si4pno_9JMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GppC_i7zSW4/s72-c/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1690201407463886619</id><published>2009-06-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:24:35.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy in love XB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SiO4AV5j6xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ze1G8xZo1bg/s1600-h/Img00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SiO4AV5j6xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ze1G8xZo1bg/s320/Img00061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315899009624850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wooo. i dunno? im inlove? or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just sort of infatutation. jeeeezzz..&lt;br /&gt;are these signs of falling in love?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; im always bothered if he dont reply on my texts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if he replies late, i get mad. haha. XB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im o.a. when it comes to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he makes my heart beats fast at the same time slow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his face lights up my galaxy. XB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is always the "bida" of my dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im his leading lady. hahaha. xB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is the first and last thing in my mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i always daydream about him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his existence brings happiness to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cant concentrate whenever he is near&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish he would ask me out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; and theres a lot more. as in. wat? im in love? or i just like him terribly. nyaakkksss. i just hate this feeling. a loser feeling. im really a loser in comes with love. I never experienced happy ending. tsk. i just hate it but i love it. haha xB crazy ayt? xB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3656772813672484917-1690201407463886619?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1690201407463886619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1690201407463886619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1690201407463886619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1690201407463886619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-in-love-xb.html' title='crazy in love XB'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SiO4AV5j6xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ze1G8xZo1bg/s72-c/Img00061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-8421126566531405216</id><published>2009-05-26T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:44:48.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER CLASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/ShupkW1VJCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Re9_lOrsgNk/s1600-h/1_438736137l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/ShupkW1VJCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Re9_lOrsgNk/s320/1_438736137l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340048225247503394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeheyy. at last it is school break again. I never thought college life would be this tiring and a bit of &lt;i&gt;nakakatamad&lt;/i&gt;. Anyways, summer class ended last May 22,2009. How could i ever forget the last day of summer class. Early in the morning i took a walk to school with my crush &lt;3. Yup, i think no one knows i have a crush on him. I kept it a secret because im afraid if he will be snob if he knows i have a crush on him, so better if we remains as what we are, as friends. He really makes me feel so &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; whenever we walk and talk together, he even held me in my back whenever we walk. He almost held my hand when we go up the stairs together. His being a gentleman and having really a great smile mesmerized me. Haiizz, i think it will take time when well gonna meet each other again. Hes in the other campus eh. &lt;i&gt;(whimper)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit summer class is so tiring but it was really fun. I have a lot of new friends and it was really the very best part of my summer. At first, i was intimidated because i know nothing with this 2nd yr guys but they are really nice and welcomed me open arms. Naaakkss! To my summer friends, see you @ school. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-8421126566531405216?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/8421126566531405216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=8421126566531405216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/8421126566531405216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/8421126566531405216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-class.html' title='SUMMER CLASS'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/ShupkW1VJCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Re9_lOrsgNk/s72-c/1_438736137l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-4932426702111322259</id><published>2009-05-15T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:10:46.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acceptance :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sg5b0bPxYnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AbZ8tpPoPCs/s1600-h/Letting_You_Go_by_soccerskates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sg5b0bPxYnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AbZ8tpPoPCs/s320/Letting_You_Go_by_soccerskates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336303564705849970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really nice to accept the facts of reality than believe on beautiful fantasies. i finally realize that no matter how much your obsess on someone, if hes not yours he will never be yours. i realized that there are no signs at all. im just happy that im finally taking the difficult steps of moving on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-4932426702111322259?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/4932426702111322259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=4932426702111322259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/4932426702111322259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/4932426702111322259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/05/acceptance.html' title='acceptance :)'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sg5b0bPxYnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AbZ8tpPoPCs/s72-c/Letting_You_Go_by_soccerskates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-3311665335882603020</id><published>2009-05-05T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:51:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 SIGNS THAT YOU LOVE SOMEONE =]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sf_99ntyLcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CA8qF7lKbn0/s1600-h/Falling_in_Love_by_myownlittlecorner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sf_99ntyLcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CA8qF7lKbn0/s320/Falling_in_Love_by_myownlittlecorner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332259718904819138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S e v e n t e e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at their profiles constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S i x t e e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the phone/text with them late at night and they hang up/stop replying, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F i f t e e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read their texts and IMs over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F o u r t e e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk really slow when you're with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T h i r t e e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel shy feel great whenever they're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E l e v e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N i n e :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you; you just see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E i g h t :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S e v e n :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S i x :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get high just from their scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F i v e :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F o u r :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything for them, just to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T h r e e :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T w o :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn't notice number twelve was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp; are now silently laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; THIS IS FUN. LOL! I JUST BEEN TRICKED. TSK3. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-3311665335882603020?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/3311665335882603020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=3311665335882603020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3311665335882603020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3311665335882603020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-signs-that-you-love-someone.html' title='17 SIGNS THAT YOU LOVE SOMEONE =]]'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sf_99ntyLcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CA8qF7lKbn0/s72-c/Falling_in_Love_by_myownlittlecorner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-820291479105405716</id><published>2009-05-04T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:40:13.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 MOST ROMANTIC THINGS TO DO WITH YOUR GIRL =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sf7TyWLU9sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I_vj7vwg4N4/s1600-h/LOVERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sf7TyWLU9sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I_vj7vwg4N4/s320/LOVERS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331931870753257154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   1. Watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Whisper to each other.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Cook for each other. &lt;br /&gt;   4. Walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Buy gifts for each other.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Roses.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you’re together.&lt;br /&gt;   9. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;  10. Write poetry for each other&lt;br /&gt;  11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;br /&gt;  12. Say I love you, only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;  13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry etc.&lt;br /&gt;  14. Tell her that she’s the only girl you ever want. Don’t lie.&lt;br /&gt;  15. Spend every second possible together.&lt;br /&gt;  16. Look into each other’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;  17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;  18. When in public, only flirt w/ each other.&lt;br /&gt;  19. Put love notes in their pockets when they aren’t looking.&lt;br /&gt;  20. Buy her a ring.&lt;br /&gt;  21. Sing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;  22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;br /&gt;  23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two deal.&lt;br /&gt;  24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;br /&gt;  25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over our heart.&lt;br /&gt;  26. Dance together.&lt;br /&gt;  27. Let your girl fall asleep with her head in your lap. (It looks real cute)&lt;br /&gt;  28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.&lt;br /&gt;  29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;  30. Even if you are really busy doing something, go out of your way to call and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;  31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;  32. Remember your dreams and tell her about them.&lt;br /&gt;  33. Always tell her how pretty she looks.&lt;br /&gt;  34. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.&lt;br /&gt;  35. Be Prince Charming to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;  36. Brush her hair out of her face for her.&lt;br /&gt;  37. Hang out with his/her friends.&lt;br /&gt;  38. Go to church/pray/worship together.&lt;br /&gt;  39. Take her to see a romantic movie and remember the parts she liked.&lt;br /&gt;  40. Learn from each other and don’t make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;  41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;  42. Make sacrifices for each other.&lt;br /&gt;  43. Really love each other, or don’t stay together.&lt;br /&gt;  44. Let there never be a second during any given day that you aren’t; thinking about them, and make sure   they know it.&lt;br /&gt;  45. Love yourself before you love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;  46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;  47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;  48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;br /&gt;  49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash.&lt;br /&gt;  50. Never forget the kiss goodnight. And always remember to say, “Sweet dreams”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; OHH. ISNT IT NICE?! HOW I EVER WISH I COULD BE THAT GIRL :) &lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-820291479105405716?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/820291479105405716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=820291479105405716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/820291479105405716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/820291479105405716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/05/50-most-romantic-things-to-do-with-your.html' title='50 MOST ROMANTIC THINGS TO DO WITH YOUR GIRL =]'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sf7TyWLU9sI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I_vj7vwg4N4/s72-c/LOVERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-8198866293882308234</id><published>2009-05-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:51:29.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN PABLO :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w108/xoxo_uno/bg-2.gif" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; there is nothing else like SAN PABLO 07-08 :)) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-8198866293882308234?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/8198866293882308234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=8198866293882308234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/8198866293882308234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/8198866293882308234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/05/san-pablo.html' title='SAN PABLO :)'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5913979083820253375</id><published>2009-04-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:18:13.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magic and illusion =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sdx0JVzMJgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iZKjdpgiJA8/s1600-h/Waiting____by_bootilixious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sdx0JVzMJgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iZKjdpgiJA8/s320/Waiting____by_bootilixious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322256563464578562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it strange how two perfectly opposite people met and fall in love with each other? I guess, that would be one of the magical things love can do. Love can actually do things we think impossible. Impossible maybe, but can be possible with love. Isnt it sweet seeing couples holding hands while flashing each other a smile? Isnt it romantic seeing people kissing passionately and you can see love in the scenario? Those things maybe are the most wonderful scenes of love. Some asked me if I ever love and be loved by someone and indeed I answer them with a yes. Yes, truly I was been &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; and I also &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;. They asked me again what happened, but I answered the with a sigh. I cant tell them that Im a person who doesnt know how to love truly. Yeahp, I was blinded by the perfection I had been believing in my entire life about love. I never thought that love is not just about kisses and hugs, chocolates and bears and anniversaries and dates but it is about how to sacrifice and be patient and be understanding. People also keep bragging me out why up to this heck of the time Im still celebrating single blessedness despite of the guys asking me for a date and courting me expressing their feelings. Yeahp, its been 3 years since I had my last relationship with my ex, my 1st boyfriend and they might think until now Im still not over with this lad. Im totally over, and we both moved on though memories still clinching in my head but the love we felt for each other are just archives and part of our history. The truth here is, I wanted someone who can love me like I wanted to be loved, sounds ambitious right?! They say im just having an illusion believing that love can be perfect like I thought it was before and probably until now. They said love is like magic, but isnt magic is just an illusion? So it is true that love is just an illusion? For others probably its not, but for a girl like me indeed, yes. I believe in destiny, serendipity, true love and soulmates thats why I believe that I could always be a princess with my prince and live happily ever after. Could anyone in this earth teach me how to love for real? Who can help me escape in my fantasy? Who can make me feel that love is all about being yourself and giving your best to the extent of having a good relationship. Maybe for now, I wasnt been able to find that guy who can make me understand that love is a magical feeling yet not an illusion =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5913979083820253375?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5913979083820253375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5913979083820253375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5913979083820253375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5913979083820253375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/04/magic-and-illusion.html' title='magic and illusion =]'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/Sdx0JVzMJgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iZKjdpgiJA8/s72-c/Waiting____by_bootilixious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1820108259522531589</id><published>2009-04-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:14:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Loves You :]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdsGw3v5TMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MuPoCac7gY0/s1600-h/Jesus_of_Nazareth_by_shimoda7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321854821336698050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdsGw3v5TMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MuPoCac7gY0/s320/Jesus_of_Nazareth_by_shimoda7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He had no servants, yet they called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Master. No degree, they called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teacher. No medicines, thay called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;healer.. No army yet kings feared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He won no military battles yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conquer the world.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no crime, yet the crucified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM .. HE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was buried in a tomb yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lives today.. should we not trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Today is Holy Tuesday and indeed all the Catholics all over the world is now remembering the sacrifice Jesus did for us to be save from our sins. It is where he sacrifice Hiself beacuse of his undying love for us, he was crucified and died. May be this week we could realize and reflect how humble Jesus Christ is. Let us commemorate his last earthly life by being with our love ones and thank GOd that until now our we are blessed beacuse we have our family and friends and never forget to thank God for our everyday life. As we wake up every morning its already a miracle that we should thank for. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdsGde-H74I/AAAAAAAAAHM/FrpbkLKq1PU/s1600-h/Jesus_of_Nazareth_by_shimoda7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-1820108259522531589?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1820108259522531589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1820108259522531589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1820108259522531589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1820108259522531589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-loves-you.html' title='Jesus Loves You :]]'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdsGw3v5TMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MuPoCac7gY0/s72-c/Jesus_of_Nazareth_by_shimoda7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-3609367339970674694</id><published>2009-04-04T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:18:31.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh.. i never thought summer would this be &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt; talaga! I cant wait for our summer class will start na, coz i heard that classes will be at the Annex Campus. =] (whaat??!) yahp, doon daw. I felt excited na hindi, mixed yung thoughts ko about it. At first kasi, badtrip ako. I wasnt able to be enrolled in my class, kaya classmates ko ang mga 2nd yr, &lt;i&gt;jeezzzz&lt;/i&gt; new people! Pero excited talaga kasi i love challenges hahaha. =] &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt; ibang challenge ang ibig kong sabihin haha. :] Anyway, this past few week i have been so busy meeting my old classmates. Yahp, last friday after ko nag pa enrol me and my bes bud chow met and ate my favorite food &lt;i&gt;lasagna&lt;/i&gt; and i also met mhai with her new hair =] And kahapon me and my san pablo babies went to &lt;b&gt; FOREST HILL&lt;/b&gt;. Inexpect ko marami kami, uu nga marami kami, 9. haha accdg to Japeth &lt;blockquote&gt;more than one is many&lt;/blockquote&gt; LOL! But still we enjoyed kasi were amazing yea =] Only this guys can make me happy so much. lurrve dem so much =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdhMevnoTTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8E06FhJKsoY/s1600-h/Summer_love_by_Aymstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdhMevnoTTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8E06FhJKsoY/s320/Summer_love_by_Aymstar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321087050800713010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; uhhmm, im currently listening to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Booty Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and i remember last summer when i was in Bohol. Eto kasi ung tinugtog sa bar na pinsakuan namin ng mga cousins ko at may nakilala kaming guy =] Hahaha. /Summer love is going on that time talga, but now?! love? hehe. =] WEll till here muna, until my next update comes ü ta--ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-3609367339970674694?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/3609367339970674694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=3609367339970674694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3609367339970674694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3609367339970674694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdhMevnoTTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8E06FhJKsoY/s72-c/Summer_love_by_Aymstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-2818970450563842855</id><published>2009-03-30T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:10:31.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Things About Guys =]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdBwVwEt_bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cKGZwrGbvWk/s1600-h/love_by_laurapora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdBwVwEt_bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cKGZwrGbvWk/s320/love_by_laurapora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318874678908812722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;5. “Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics .&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. Don’t provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what?!..uh…never mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you are asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that he doesn’t like you and he can’t lay down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;28 You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys’ weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;33. It’s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys’ fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls’ height doesn’t really matter to a guy but her weight does!&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;50. It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying “Please come and listen to me”&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don’t really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups. v&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy’s friend knows everything about him . Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;72. Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;73. Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are… especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well.&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they’ll realize they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys’ weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed of you or he’s criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;87. when you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; really true =]] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-2818970450563842855?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/2818970450563842855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=2818970450563842855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/2818970450563842855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/2818970450563842855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/03/99-things-about-guys.html' title='99 Things About Guys =]]'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SdBwVwEt_bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cKGZwrGbvWk/s72-c/love_by_laurapora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-324055282838750653</id><published>2009-01-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:50:44.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im stupid, but im smart. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SWg2qW2b5_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mKLBSLwPJ-Y/s1600-h/aq+ay+deans+list!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SWg2qW2b5_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mKLBSLwPJ-Y/s320/aq+ay+deans+list!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289537863662954482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. ;) Believe it or not! hahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of all the efforts, the crammings, the reportings, the drama of first sem and probably my very first time in college i succeed plus with &lt;b&gt;honors! :) &lt;/b&gt;. At first I never thought of becomin a dean's lister when I eneter college beacuse i know i would not be so easy, but I got inspired by other students achieving this kind of prestige. If they can, why cant i? It is not easy being a dean's lister you should deal with teachers that are so, &lt;i&gt;nevermind&lt;/i&gt;. Well, enough said. Congratz to me! haha. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-324055282838750653?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/324055282838750653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=324055282838750653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/324055282838750653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/324055282838750653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-stupid-but-im-smart.html' title='im stupid, but im smart. :)'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SWg2qW2b5_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mKLBSLwPJ-Y/s72-c/aq+ay+deans+list!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5657342230104962260</id><published>2008-12-27T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:48:19.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the confused are waiting for guidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SVYyi9Jjp6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bwijq38w-LI/s1600-h/The_Confused_by_Kylamay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SVYyi9Jjp6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bwijq38w-LI/s320/The_Confused_by_Kylamay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284466788877445026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-uwi ko galing mall nakakita ako ng isang batang lalaki nasa edad na 8 o 9 nanagarilyo sa may tindahan sa aming kanto. Npasabi tuloy ako " chuya nmo dong oiie! Tagnaon nako mauna pka ug kamtay sq bah! " at sinagot niya lamang aq ng isang ngiti. Naisip ko saan ang kanyang mga magulang? Wala nman sigurong magulang ang papayag na ang kanilang anak na sa murang edad ay mapasama na sa masamang bisyo. Hindi ko lubos maisip na sa murang edad ay marunong na ang batang pinoy. Nasaan ba ang mga "values" na tinuturo sa eskwelahan na nagtuturo sa kabutihang asal upang magturo sa kanila papunta sa tamang daan. Naisip ko kung hindi ako napalaki ng mabuti ng aking mama, saan na kaya ako ngayon? Kasama na kaya ako sa mga babae na nag bebenta ng kanilang dangal? Parang may pricetag sa kanilang dibdib na nagsasabi na bilhin mo ang aking dangal? Marahil nasa mga bars ako nakikipag inuman kahit kanino habang naninigarilyo na walang tigil hanggang sa maging bangag? Nasaan na kaya ako ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sinasabi ako ay perpekto, naging isang suwail rin ako na anak. Umabot ako sa punto na pinabayaan ko ang aking pag-aaral dahil puro lakwatsa na lang ang aking inaatupag at pakikipag inuman sa aking barkada. Pero ang mga panahon na iyon any tapos na. Ako lamang ay isa sa mga kabataang nasa estado ng " confusion" at kumukuha ng atensyon sa mga taong nasa paligid nila. Matagal ko ng tinuldukan ang panahon na iyon at bahagi na lamang ng aking madilim na nakaraan na nagpatibay sa aking loob. Ika nga "Yesterday ended Last night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nga natin maikakaila sa panahon ngayon maraming kabataan ang hindi na alam kung saan sila patungo. Marami akong kakilala na lulong sa masamang bisyo na parang wala ng pag-asang nakikita. Marami na rin sa aking mga kaklase sa elementarya at highschool ang nabubuntis sa di tamang panahon. Naisip ko paano nag kinabukasan nila? Paano ang kanilang mga pangarap? May katuparan pa ba ang mga ito? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga kabataan nangangailangan ng gabay. Mga magulang kayo ang aming gabay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5657342230104962260?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5657342230104962260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5657342230104962260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5657342230104962260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5657342230104962260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/12/confused-are-waiting-for-guidance.html' title='the confused are waiting for guidance'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SVYyi9Jjp6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/bwijq38w-LI/s72-c/The_Confused_by_Kylamay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5568730631849949422</id><published>2008-12-05T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:48:33.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGLE BLESSEDNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SToWDnN1mII/AAAAAAAAAGU/N-Yx9NaLYVY/s1600-h/_single__by_MauiArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SToWDnN1mII/AAAAAAAAAGU/N-Yx9NaLYVY/s320/_single__by_MauiArt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276554164740397186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;b&gt;SINGLE LIFE&lt;/b&gt; often describes as a monotonous balderdash life. Well, i spent my life being a 99.9% single. Being single is like your alone though you have many acquaintances. You cant deny that how many times you tell that its good to be single but there is something lacking. I sometimes considered that being single is like living a life that no one cares. Where you feel uncared for, with no one to hold on to. When no one is there when you need a hug in the cold summer nights. You dont have anyone when you want someone to talk to. It is like your being so trapped somewhere else. You feel so lost and alone. Being envious with some other girls having their Romeo. It &lt;i&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt; seeing lovers walking in tha park while their hands were intertwined fit so perfectly. I want to feel to be in love again for the second time. It is so nice reminiscing the past when someone ask you for dance and you hug each other all night long with those cute slow passionate music. I was trapped all alone in couple's world. Most of my gals have their own lovelife happy and so in love. Well, there were slso some edge in having a single life. You all have the luxury of time and you can make more acquaintances. You can date or hang-out with boys any time you want. But you can never deny that it felt so enchanting having someone you always dream of. But now, im all alone in this yultide season. Celebrating it again alone and loveless, but i know that someday a guy will see the light that shines on me and realize that im the girl worth lovin for. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5568730631849949422?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5568730631849949422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5568730631849949422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5568730631849949422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5568730631849949422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/12/single-blessedness.html' title='SINGLE BLESSEDNESS'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SToWDnN1mII/AAAAAAAAAGU/N-Yx9NaLYVY/s72-c/_single__by_MauiArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1279772955811659154</id><published>2008-11-29T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:18:30.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so the lion fell in love with the lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/STEgBnrFmMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Eu_0Xyz4Dzs/s1600-h/Twilight_by_pRiLuMs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/STEgBnrFmMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Eu_0Xyz4Dzs/s320/Twilight_by_pRiLuMs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274031850829224130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys its me again for another updtae on my blog. i had been so busy this past few days due to my busy college sked. :) oh anyway, this whole day is incredible, ohh not that much beacuse i still need to attend my nstp session together with the cruel heat of mr. sun burnin me. but after my class, we went to SM city davao to watch the movie ive been waiting for so long.. &lt;b&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/b&gt;. we arrived at the movie just a head of time so we really started the movie. the movie was so cool, especially when edward was ready to come out and all the girls was screaming his name and of course, i do scream too. hahaha. lol. :D he was really attractive, fair, beauteous ,comely, pulchritudinous and was so easy in the eyes. oooohhh. i was really running out of adjective just to describe this god-like creature vampire. he was strong, amazing speed and has the looks that can make you melt in your seats. though im a bit disapponted because there were some scenes that were deleted in the movie. and im judt a bit disagree why Kristen Stewart portrays the role of Bella but all in all she does great in the movie. im still have butterflies in my stomach due to the movie. i was really addicted to twilight since ive started reading it. you will be touched by this unique love story between the human and the vampire. ull be in love and dream that you can find someone just like Edward to protect you with all his might. he maybe the perfect boyfriend material all the girls have been waiting all their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVORITE QUOTES FROM THE BOOK TWILIGHT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasn’t the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Stanley, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms. The look only lasted a second, but it chilled me more than the freezing wind.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 1, p.27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, though I’d been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.260&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, his lips would move, so fast it looked like they were trembling. But, when I asked, he told me he was singing to himself; it was too low for me to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.260&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing that I could believe that you were real. And I was wishing that I wasn’t afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.262&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.263&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in — my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.263&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated facade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.264&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise… I swear not to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.264&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me. I can control myself. You caught me off guard. But I’m on my best behavior now.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his eyes, abruptly grasping that this was every bit as new to him as it was to me. As many years of unfathomable experience as he had, this was hard for him, too.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid… because, for, well, obvious reasons, I can’t stay with you. And I’m afraid that I’d like to stay with you, much more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.266&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That’s really not in your best interest.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.266 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the quotes will be next week after my examinations. tired of sorting all the best quotes. until my next twilight update. see yah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ monica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-1279772955811659154?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1279772955811659154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1279772955811659154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1279772955811659154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1279772955811659154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-so-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='and so the lion fell in love with the lamb'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/STEgBnrFmMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Eu_0Xyz4Dzs/s72-c/Twilight_by_pRiLuMs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-4078158634989950758</id><published>2008-11-07T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:59:52.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SRQQLObrxiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPnWVXGAXF8/s1600-h/mother-kissing-child_~bxp51662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SRQQLObrxiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPnWVXGAXF8/s320/mother-kissing-child_~bxp51662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265851649341769250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years&lt;br /&gt;old, your mom handed you an ice&lt;br /&gt;cream. You thanked her by dripping it&lt;br /&gt;all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for&lt;br /&gt;piano lessons. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove&lt;br /&gt;you all day, from soccer to football&lt;br /&gt;to one birthday party after another.You thanked her by jumping out of the&lt;br /&gt;car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took&lt;br /&gt;you and your friends to the movies.You thanked her by asking to sit in a&lt;br /&gt;different row.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned&lt;br /&gt;you not to watch certain TV shows. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by waiting until she left&lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a&lt;br /&gt;haircut that was becoming. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month&lt;br /&gt;away at summer camp. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from&lt;br /&gt;work, looking for a hug. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how&lt;br /&gt;to drive her car. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting&lt;br /&gt;an important call. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your&lt;br /&gt;high school graduation . You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your&lt;br /&gt;college tuition, drove you to campus&lt;br /&gt;carried your bags. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;saying good-bye outside the dorm so you&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be embarrassed in front of&lt;br /&gt;your friends.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay&lt;br /&gt;for your wedding, and she cried and&lt;br /&gt;told you how deeply she loved you. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by moving halfway across&lt;br /&gt;the country.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and&lt;br /&gt;needed you to take care of her. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by reading about the&lt;br /&gt;burden parents become to their&lt;br /&gt;children.And then, one day, she&lt;br /&gt;quietly died.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came&lt;br /&gt;crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt; tell your mom how you love them so much. treasure each time you spend with her. tell her how you appreciate all the efforts she alloted just to make you happy. thank her for doing the best she can. beacuse you might not know, its already too late. i love my mom, and it will be forever. :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-4078158634989950758?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/4078158634989950758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=4078158634989950758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/4078158634989950758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/4078158634989950758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/11/mothers-worth.html' title='mother&apos;s worth'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SRQQLObrxiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPnWVXGAXF8/s72-c/mother-kissing-child_~bxp51662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1737035355272537844</id><published>2008-10-31T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:32:16.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>its me again for another review of my happenings. tired of writing those &lt;b&gt;EMO&lt;/b&gt;ness. hahaha. thats what my friends describes my blog, full of despairs and frustrations. amm, well im done with those stupid love sacrifices and &lt;b&gt;EMO&lt;/b&gt;ness. haha. :] it is back too school already and i do have a lot of fun during my semestral break. :] ive been to places i used to go before my hectic college schedule. whooo.! i have been able to watch movies together with my highschool barkadas and stay @ any place we want to. mmm. me and my bunch of friends are certified movieholic. before, we gone to the movie house almost every week and are able to catch the latest movies. and now we are really very anticipated in the movie &lt;b&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SQrTeyCn6WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UDE12Rf67WI/s1600-h/twilight_poster_by_evenstarre01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SQrTeyCn6WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UDE12Rf67WI/s320/twilight_poster_by_evenstarre01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263251640318159202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was about a seventeen-year-old Isabella "Bella" Swan moves to the small town of Forks, Washington to live with her father, Charlie. There, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious classmate, Edward Cullen, who is revealed to be a 108-year-old vampire who is physically 17. Although Edward discourages the romance at first, they soon fall deeply in love. When the arrival of three nomadic vampires, James, Laurent and Victoria, puts Bella's life in danger, Edward and his family, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie, put their lives at stake to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was based in a novel by Stephenie Meyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been waiting for this film to hit on the big theaters soon.&lt;br /&gt;so all those movie fanatics like us, come and watch this film, i know this would be great. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-1737035355272537844?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1737035355272537844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1737035355272537844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1737035355272537844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1737035355272537844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SQrTeyCn6WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UDE12Rf67WI/s72-c/twilight_poster_by_evenstarre01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-3692790533566759467</id><published>2008-10-27T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:19:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im still missing the same person :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SQWP_-PbUgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DcOEtrb2S6c/s1600-h/Missing_by_gottabeagga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SQWP_-PbUgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DcOEtrb2S6c/s320/Missing_by_gottabeagga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261770068854526466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "im missing the person who doesnt miss me at all. still hoping that there would still be a &lt;s&gt;me and you&lt;/s&gt; for us. still wanting to taste his sweetest kiss. still hoping for him to utt those words i wanted to hear from his lips. still wishing that his guitar will plays just because i told him so. still hoping that we will have same color of shirt and everyone will envy us for we are the sweetest couple they could ever imagine. still waiting for that moment that he will kiss me in my forehead in front of his friends. still hoping that i can feel his breath whenever we'll whisper at night. still wanting that he will hold my waist whenever i walked down the alley. still hoping that im gonna wake up seeing his beautiful smile... maybe all my hopes, wishes, and wants would never come true. there will be no " me and him" for we decided to separate ways for the rest of ourlives. we never had a chance to express our love for each other. im still thanking him that for once he made me happy even in a small period of time. thank you and goodbye. :'c " &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-3692790533566759467?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/3692790533566759467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=3692790533566759467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3692790533566759467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3692790533566759467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-missing-same-person.html' title='im still missing the same person :['/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SQWP_-PbUgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DcOEtrb2S6c/s72-c/Missing_by_gottabeagga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1858330592271917790</id><published>2008-10-16T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:21:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SPbos6AJncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SXzRrYtFRNg/s1600-h/help+me+find+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SPbos6AJncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SXzRrYtFRNg/s320/help+me+find+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257645473183407554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a survey. :] &lt;br /&gt;inspired by mhai. ily. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is the boy/girl you like/love now?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know. maybe he is in their province, somewhere in Bukidnon. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you doing friday night?&lt;br /&gt;- stay @ house. i dont usually go out at friday night. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name what you did yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- surf the net. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;- leny. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;- tita. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- answering the survey. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;- black. haha. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- yaahp. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you dating the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- not at all. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is the last person to message you.&lt;br /&gt;- leny. hehe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- black. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you remember singing any songs as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who knows a secret or two about you?&lt;br /&gt;- chow2. shhhh. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you lied?&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday. hahaha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you have a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wear more, jeans or sweats?&lt;br /&gt;- i love jeans. ill be more comfortable with it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- @ victoria plaza. its a sleeping wear. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- no! a big &lt;b&gt; NO! NO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;- of course. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;- @ my room. watching t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where were you 8 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;- still @ my rooom. still sleeping @ dat time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Has anyone ever told you that they like you more than as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- yah. and it really feels so right. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is cheating ever okay?&lt;br /&gt;- no.! no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you rode with?&lt;br /&gt;- mmmmmmm. i forgot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;- 2nd semester. being ready for accounting. ahaha. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you want to kill someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- nope! hahaha. y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you still have feelings for your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- feelings no more, memories still there. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you still have pictures of you &amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- yaaap. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- beautiful girls the reply. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do most people call you?&lt;br /&gt;- monica. wat do u mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34: If you could pick one person to disappear from the planet, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont wish that. its just like ur saying u want that person to be dead. a no no no for me. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35: Are you upset?&lt;br /&gt;- should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37: What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;- 10:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38: How do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;- in his arms. nyaaaks. haha. :] :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39: Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;- yaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40: Ever kissed two people in one night?&lt;br /&gt;- not yet. im not being that desperate. haha. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41: Rock, paper, scissors?&lt;br /&gt;- paper. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42: How often do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;- 1st friday of the month sometimes during Sundays together with my mom. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44: Do you have a secret right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yaaaah. im secretly in love with tads. haha. not anymore a secret. haha. :] lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45: If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;- mall. shopping. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46: Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;- yah. of course. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47: What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;- death. yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;- somtimes. hehe. it dpepnds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49: Are you a good driver?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont drive. i dont own a car. but im a good driver at daytona. haha. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- i dunno. its friday. im clueless what im going to do for tomorrow. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-1858330592271917790?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1858330592271917790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1858330592271917790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1858330592271917790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1858330592271917790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/10/boredom.html' title='boredom.'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SPbos6AJncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SXzRrYtFRNg/s72-c/help+me+find+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5889553357511607659</id><published>2008-10-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:19:18.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SPK8zURSWrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tdveDH02_l4/s1600-h/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SPK8zURSWrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tdveDH02_l4/s320/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256471304895355570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hugged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you,&lt;br /&gt;would you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kissed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you,&lt;br /&gt;would you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cherish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I reached for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hand,&lt;br /&gt;would you take &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; gently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;would you let me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I needed to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;would you really &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;listen?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I needed to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;scream,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you do it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I needed to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;go,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for you,&lt;br /&gt;would you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;catch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;or just let me hit the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;pavement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5889553357511607659?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5889553357511607659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5889553357511607659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5889553357511607659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5889553357511607659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-love.html' title='is it love?'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SPK8zURSWrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tdveDH02_l4/s72-c/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-8246036986821606708</id><published>2008-09-08T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:57:27.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/860/860805y6eisau6gc.gif" width=80 height=28 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/68/68547cwg98wmzcn.gif" width=293 height=27 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/yourgalsoulm8/?action=view&amp;current=Picture145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/yourgalsoulm8/Picture145.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/yourgalsoulm8/?action=view&amp;current=lunapicedited-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/yourgalsoulm8/lunapicedited-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/yourgalsoulm8/?action=view&amp;current=monica-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/yourgalsoulm8/monica-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF00CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME:&lt;/b&gt;Monica&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NICKS:&lt;/b&gt;Monique,Nica&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt;16&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/959/959266sk2bnp02of.png" width=151 height=45 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="66FFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit and wonder&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has it all been a &lt;i&gt;lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="9900CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i &lt;s&gt;cry&lt;/s&gt; and wonder why&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF0099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you care do i &lt;b&gt;dare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF6666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; in you tell me its true&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN I BELIEVE IN YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1263/1263611nhbqttydqj.gif" width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-8246036986821606708?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/8246036986821606708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=8246036986821606708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/8246036986821606708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/8246036986821606708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/09/nonsense.html' title='nonsense!'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-7354293762628259039</id><published>2008-08-22T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:05:50.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 question surbeii. SUGGESTED NI IDIOT. :D</title><content type='html'>hahaha. mag lagay daw aq ng surbeei sabi ni IDIOT a friend of mine. for you to know me better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who among your friends know the real you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. c chow2 lan ata. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. nung wednesday. hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;3.If you could kiss anyone who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;♥ jethro! hahaha. pro taken un eh. bsta gs2 q xa. haha&lt;br /&gt;4. What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmmmm. im currently listening a dream of me. :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Who does it reminds you of?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. spiderman movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mjo mtgal n aq d nkpnood ng movie. ung last.. ammm. kung fu panda pa ata! haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;7. Which of your friends live close to you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mlalayo ang bhay nmin. hehe&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite shirt?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmmm simple lan pro elegant! type q rin ung mejo trendy. :D&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;♥ naku! how i wish. mmm. my mom said i will go to driving lessons pg 3rd yr college n daw aq! pwo 1st yr p aq. haha. mrami p aqng bigas na kakainin. :D&lt;br /&gt;10. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmmm nnood ng tv. txt2. ntulog. la kming psok khpon. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you wear contacts or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;♥ ndi. ndi sira mata q. haha&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you trust your friends?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no commint. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;13.Who was the last person called you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. c mervin. haha. :D pwo aq tumwag s knia. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14.What(who)annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. mrami eh. ung mga pa cute na guys at rying hard girls. i hate them so much. &gt;;[&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want multiple piercing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ uu. sa belly. haha. sexy kc tignan!&lt;br /&gt;16. Your favorite song in your list?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. halos lhat ng song sa list q favorite q eh.&lt;br /&gt;17. Last time you went to a swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;♥ waaa. summer pa. farewell nmin .&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. banana. :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;19. Which of your friends would make the best room mate?&lt;br /&gt;♥ lhat cla. pra chika2 ol night. wlang tulugan. hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;20. last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmmm. nu nga un. kalimutan q. haha. mjo ngtitpid aq . aitz.!&lt;br /&gt;21. Last vacation you were in?&lt;br /&gt;♥ BOHOL. for the whole month of MAY! hehe&lt;br /&gt;22. Do people ever spell your name wrong?&lt;br /&gt;♥ minsan. kac ung MONICA gngawa nilang MONICA. haha. pati nickname q. imbis na MONIQUE eh MONIK oh ndi MONIC.!haha. justice pls. :D&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was the last friend you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. c frian. ewan q nga bkit kmi ng hug. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;25. who is d celeb u admire d most?&lt;br /&gt;♥ CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY! i will marry him promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;27. Which band's concert would you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. starting line, new found glory, FOB dmi eh. bsta ung rock bands sa states! haha&lt;br /&gt;28. What color are your nails?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yellow green. care of pem2. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;29. Date down a special day for you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ mmm. august 20, 2005! nagkaroon aq ng lovelife. :D&lt;br /&gt;30. In just one word, describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;♥ TANGA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-7354293762628259039?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/7354293762628259039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=7354293762628259039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/7354293762628259039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/7354293762628259039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/08/30-question-surbeii-suggested-ni-idiot.html' title='30 question surbeii. SUGGESTED NI IDIOT. :D'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-3933606488089121245</id><published>2008-08-02T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:11:54.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted love. :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SJQOzCl0lzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tKWqB-aTdXo/s1600-h/where_is_my_love___by_Geistig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SJQOzCl0lzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tKWqB-aTdXo/s320/where_is_my_love___by_Geistig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229821337315612466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tired of finding someone who can accept  and love me for who am i. i already found that someone before, due to stupidity i let him flew away and regret until now. &lt;br /&gt;there is always a phrase tapped in my back saying.. &lt;b&gt;"PLEASE DONT LOVE ME. ;[ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-3933606488089121245?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/3933606488089121245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=3933606488089121245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3933606488089121245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/3933606488089121245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted-love.html' title='exhausted love. :['/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SJQOzCl0lzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tKWqB-aTdXo/s72-c/where_is_my_love___by_Geistig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5192447924770468694</id><published>2008-07-29T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:41:36.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.  :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SI7yunRHWII/AAAAAAAAAD0/DXDkBBH0JsE/s1600-h/I_Miss_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SI7yunRHWII/AAAAAAAAAD0/DXDkBBH0JsE/s320/I_Miss_You.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228383100052396162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much. ;[ im really sorry. i cant gt over you! i just dont know why. ;[ its been a long time but still i dream if you. i &lt;b&gt;WISH&lt;/b&gt; you were mine again. so that i can have someone i can call &lt;b&gt;BHEBHE&lt;/b&gt; ;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5192447924770468694?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5192447924770468694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5192447924770468694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5192447924770468694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5192447924770468694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.  :['/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SI7yunRHWII/AAAAAAAAAD0/DXDkBBH0JsE/s72-c/I_Miss_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5891827463978376853</id><published>2008-07-26T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:38:59.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college life is here. :]</title><content type='html'>well it been a long time since my last update. im kinda busy right now. its because. im already in &lt;b&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/b&gt;. i cant believe time is running so fast. its just like yesterday im still a &lt;b&gt;HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt; student acting childish and silly. hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;but still i have to admit the fact that im already old enough to take new responsibilities like just this time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first its so hard to accept the fact that most of my friends, are going in to other schools. and it so sad that i have to adjust to a new environment w/o them to help me.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my friends specially my &lt;b&gt;PAULIANS&lt;/b&gt; family. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvlZ9jtMOI/AAAAAAAAADc/hZl372CwFr0/s1600-h/i+miss+dis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvlZ9jtMOI/AAAAAAAAADc/hZl372CwFr0/s320/i+miss+dis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227524026677407970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/missing%20you/danehellokitty/kawaii2.gif?o=24" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj76/danehellokitty/kawaii2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still me and my friends still hang up we still have communications and we still see each other sometimes. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have my new friends here in my new school. and i love them too.! they are my companions in this new life and i know little by little we can bond and maybe we can be closer one of these days. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;FM-1 Students&lt;/b&gt; are one of the silliest person ive known. maybe some of our ideas clash and we have so many differences we still cope up w/ different attitudes but still we manage to create a wonderful friendship started at &lt;b&gt;UIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvoQTEywqI/AAAAAAAAADk/LC-nKua0KP4/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvoQTEywqI/AAAAAAAAADk/LC-nKua0KP4/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227527159189521058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are my classmates. they're cool and nice. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvodKUyy7I/AAAAAAAAADs/EL0QbJINW34/s1600-h/1_640594826l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvodKUyy7I/AAAAAAAAADs/EL0QbJINW34/s320/1_640594826l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227527380179012530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture above are my group of friends. We are all 6. :]&lt;br /&gt;namely, paula, sharon, pem-pem, jean, sharon, honnie and me. :] it so nice to have them because without them maybe i will be a &lt;b&gt;LONER&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, one of our friends a Korean citizen. we always makes fun of her cause she is so cute and it so amazing about her is that she really love filipino people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well college life is so different from high school. we used to be so childish and taking up things so easily but now we all have to be serious. college is the stepping stone of our future. we have to work hard for our parents to be proud and we can repay them in all their hardships and efforts to send us in best schools. it is for our own good and time will come we will realize how important education in molding our whole personality to become a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. these all i can say. till my next update. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaaa--ta!&lt;br /&gt;muaah. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5891827463978376853?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5891827463978376853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5891827463978376853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5891827463978376853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5891827463978376853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-life-is-here.html' title='college life is here. :]'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SIvlZ9jtMOI/AAAAAAAAADc/hZl372CwFr0/s72-c/i+miss+dis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-5019414915390979275</id><published>2008-06-05T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:58:34.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime in BOHOL.ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SFtGzOzCGOI/AAAAAAAAADM/LdlS0_xSdrY/s1600-h/29314298_IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SFtGzOzCGOI/AAAAAAAAADM/LdlS0_xSdrY/s320/29314298_IMG_0309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213838839570897122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi its me again for another post. Its been a while since my last post. Coz, i was not able to update my blog since i had my vacation in Bohol for the whole month of May. Mmmmm, summer is a time to relax, enjoy and be tan! &lt;b&gt;hahaha. c: &lt;/b&gt; I gonna detail some of the significant hapennings in my vacation in Bohol and the other "&lt;b&gt;misadventures&lt;/b&gt;". &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SFtG78cym9I/AAAAAAAAADU/wFxYtXamgdY/s1600-h/199466245_b033a3b260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SFtG78cym9I/AAAAAAAAADU/wFxYtXamgdY/s320/199466245_b033a3b260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213838989264591826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on board May 8, 2008 together with my lola, aunt, uncle and my two beloved cousins. We took a bus via Butuan. We reached our destination at about 5:30 am at the Nasipit Port but unfortunately the office of the liner doesnt give tickets for its already fully book! We are so misunfortunate for it only says we were &lt;b&gt;STRANDED!&lt;/b&gt; That is realy a big misadventure. We slept at the terminal and i didnt take a bath that time. so gross! &lt;b&gt;hahaha. :p&lt;/b&gt;. So we decided to take the ride via Cebu at 8:00 pm at May 9, 2008. Well, in the ship i relaxed and watch the endless ocean view! the coll breeze of the sea makes mind give some time to relax. We reached Cebu at 7:00 am and took the route via Tubigon, Bohol at exactly 9:30 am. And at last, we reached Bohol at 11:30 am and we reached home at the estimated time of 2:00 pm. At first for me the place is so weird for I was not able to adjut immediately in thier lifestyle. The place is far from the busy lifestyle of a city which were i grew up here in Davao. The place is full of bamboo and coconut trees. It looks so wierd to me. &lt;b&gt; :/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as days goes by, form time to time im starting to like there. People living there have simple lifestyle which is perfectly opposite here in the city. I met a lot of friends and found a bestfriend which is my cousin. He treats me so kind and like him so much. He stays with me all the time and we went to places ive never been before in my entire life. He makes my stay worth remembering and i appreciate his kindness he showed to me. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went some places like the Loboc Church, Loboc River and see some cute tarsiers. I was really amazed and manifested how the Boholanos preserve the beauty of thier place and has a very nice heritage. Thier Church looks so old, ammm ite really old. The Church is made from stone and it is so maxing coz the the ceiling is full of paintings and it reminds me of the Sistine Chapel in Italy. The Loboc River is so clean and green. It is best view is in nightime for there are so many lights that reflects in the clean water of the river. The tarsiers are really small and cute but we are not allowed to touch them. It is really great to have some time to relax in a peaceful place like Bohol.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But vacation is over and i need to go back home in Davao coz i have still thigs left undone. I need to pass some requirements in my school. Its so sad to leave because im starting to like there and live my life in  a s imple way. That experience is really worth remembering and I promise to go back thier soon! Hope you enjoy reading my experinec! til my next post!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ciao! brb! hahaha. c:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;b&gt;mOnicA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-5019414915390979275?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/5019414915390979275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=5019414915390979275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5019414915390979275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/5019414915390979275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime-in-bohol.html' title='summertime in BOHOL.ü'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SFtGzOzCGOI/AAAAAAAAADM/LdlS0_xSdrY/s72-c/29314298_IMG_0309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-6808601801293755545</id><published>2008-05-07T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:40:06.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to HEAL and MOVE ON after breaking SOMEONE"S HEART. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SCF41WqmWXI/AAAAAAAAACY/VW1gSGs0bHg/s1600-h/breaking_up_by_MakotoKei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SCF41WqmWXI/AAAAAAAAACY/VW1gSGs0bHg/s320/breaking_up_by_MakotoKei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197568302974916978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the choice, most people say they would much rather break up with someone than get broken up with. But if you've recently initiated a breakup, you know how tough it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you summoned the courage to end your dead-end relationship doesn't mean you're not feeling a little heartache yourself (or experiencing some guilt for causing your ex heartache). But fear not, my brave friend. You are not alone. Following are some do's and don'ts that should make moving on that much easier.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't: Call, email, text or visit your ex in a moment of weakness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you brought on the breakup, there may still be times when you miss your ex. A song might come on the radio that reminds you of them. Something funny will happen and you'll want to share it. Or maybe you're just having a bad day and want to reach out and reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;STOP RIGHT THERE. Missing your ex is one thing. Contacting your ex is a no-no. In fact, reconnecting with your ex is the absolute worst thing you can do right now. So before you have that moment of weakness, remove your ex's number from your cell phone, delete their email address, and take them off your social networking contacts. (Right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do: Ask friends for help&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you initiated the breakup, your friends may not know that you're hurting. But if you are, it's important to ask for help, a.k.a. recruit your Boo-Hoo Crew. You'll want to choose a least three friends who know you well enough to know when you need comfort versus when you need a kick in the pants. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't: Second-guess your decision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a breakup, it's all too easy to second-guess yourself and your choices. Did I do the right thing? Should I have given him/her another chance? Maybe there was more I could do to make it work... The truth is, you can make yourself crazy second-guessing your decision. But what's done is done. You had your reasons, made your decision, and now it's time to accept and move on.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do: See your breakup for what it really is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it right now, but in ending your relationship with the wrong person, you're paving the way to meet the right one. Chances are good that you won't meet Mr. or Ms. Right overnight, but that doesn't mean the breakup was a bad decision. &lt;br /&gt;By walking away from that wrong relationship, you're headed towards a life that's more honest and authentic for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't: Badmouth your ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of a breakup it's all too easy to badmouth your ex, spilling their dirty little secrets to anyone who will listen. Don't do it. Badmouthing your ex may feel good momentarily, but the fallout from those harmless snarky comments can be detrimental to your healing process, not to mention your dating future. Breakup karma is a bitch you don't want coming after you, so zip the lip and move on with dignity.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do: Become a breakup rock star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of moving on, did you know that you can not only survive your breakup but actually thrive? By applying the lessons you learned from your last relationship, and refining what you want out of life and eventually from your perfect partner, you have the chance to reclaim yourself and become the ultimate breakup rock star. So go ahead, rock on!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lisa Steadman,"It's A Breakup, Not A Breakdown: Get over the big one and change your life -- for good!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;b&gt;mOnicA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-6808601801293755545?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/6808601801293755545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=6808601801293755545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/6808601801293755545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/6808601801293755545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-heal-and-move-on-after-breaking.html' title='How to HEAL and MOVE ON after breaking SOMEONE&quot;S HEART. ♥'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/SCF41WqmWXI/AAAAAAAAACY/VW1gSGs0bHg/s72-c/breaking_up_by_MakotoKei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-6903993390225828524</id><published>2008-04-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:33:16.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah... summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ♥&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;♥ &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. its getting obvious that summer is rily hir.. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt luk summer dat much.. bcoz i only stay at home and its soo &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt; seeing those four big walls in your room.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but summer also is a &lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt; to relax and bond with your family and friends..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ammm.. me i alresy spend my summer with my ever energetic classmates.. the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ST. PAUL STUDENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are really great.. that summer escapade is rily, rily, fun and exciting! hahaha. ☺ we went to forest hill resort somewhere in matina..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the resort is a bit good, but its not like that luxurios resort that everone is thinking.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_29hmPRC_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-MyXQMVoM4/s1600-h/1_151878676l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_29hmPRC_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-MyXQMVoM4/s320/1_151878676l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187510730698591218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. as usual we enjoy a lot! we spend our time swimming, playing voleyball, and eating! haha. ☺&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats our hobby.. we ha lots of foods.. sponsored by &lt;b&gt;eduardo&lt;/b&gt; and we also brought some but as expected it was all vanish and there is nothing left in all those foods. hahaha. ☺ its just like we havent ate for a million periond od time.. &lt;/br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there were some of us were almost drown.. and im one of them! haha. ☺ poor me. i dont know how to swim.. its so disgusting!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not a hindrance for me to enjoy my summer with my friends!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_2_G2PRDAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XFFh8VZdnro/s1600-h/1_270898446l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_2_G2PRDAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XFFh8VZdnro/s320/1_270898446l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187512470160346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really obvious that we really had a great time! all those palying the pool, all the choo--choo train in the pool, all the "&lt;i&gt;chansing and igat-igat&lt;/i&gt;" w/ our crushes and all those moments spent will last for a lifetime! those graet time will be cherished forever and we will never forget those until we leave the portals of our school to enter the challenging life of &lt;b&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_3ANmPRDBI/AAAAAAAAACE/HION9_we5Uw/s1600-h/1_475912485l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_3ANmPRDBI/AAAAAAAAACE/HION9_we5Uw/s320/1_475912485l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187513685636090898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we have to face the reality that we will never be a highschool student forever.. but we have to face the challenging waiting for us an we have to conquer it all and be independent and responsible enough to face the world. as we journey life we will never forget how we touch our life once in a while and we will never forget the friendship we had started at the &lt;b&gt;ASSUMPTION COLLEGE OF DAVAO&lt;/b&gt; and remeber that no matter how we will always kip in touch!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im jux getting too emotional here.. well i just cant accept it that this would probably the last time we gonna spend togther our summer. but anyweiz we enjoy and there is nothing wrong about it! we know that this would be the last time that we spend together pur summer but we will be seeing each other soon and different from before!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i already state my summer escapade moments! til my next summer vacation.. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ mOnicA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-6903993390225828524?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/6903993390225828524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=6903993390225828524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/6903993390225828524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/6903993390225828524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-summer.html' title='yeah... summer!'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R_29hmPRC_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-MyXQMVoM4/s72-c/1_151878676l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-1296618312261258634</id><published>2008-03-31T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:02:23.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation.. graduation.. a significant moment in every seniors life.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee.. at last! 4 years of sacrifeice has come to an end! last &lt;b&gt;March 28, 2008&lt;/b&gt; our graduation has been held in our school. unfortuantely, the weather didnt cooperate with us. Nakakainis! yung 2 weeks na pinagpraktisan nmin na processional nbalewala lng!! tsk3! pero d bale.. ndi un hinfrance pra d mtuloy ang importantneg moment na iyon.. amm! masaya ung graduation nmin.. hehehe! inumpisahan ng salutatory adress at ung iba naiyak pero aq natawa!! hahaha. biruin nyo, lhat ng teachers nmin from elementary minention nya khit ung iba ala na sa skul.. ☺ nakakatuwa! lol! mmm. pewo dat salutatory adress rily gets into our hearts. eh totoo un eh! hahaha. mmmm..after that is the presentaion of the graduates dito eh kung saan kmi tatanggap ng diploma. ang saya ng feeling pg nktanggap k ng diploma.. kinakabahn p nga aq eh! kc mjo mdulas daw ung stage eh may nadulas na nga eh.. tatanga p nmn aq na babae! hahaha. pero di aq nag pa apekto, i walk properly and with confidence then presto! i recievd it! buahahaha. :) after that is we sang our song.. &lt;b&gt; well follow our dream &lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt; beloved assumption&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt; chirpy as the birds.. hahah. ☺ &lt;/i&gt;)syempre we give our best, ilang linggo kaya ang parctice nmin dun at ilang session kminf nagtiis sa isang strictang nakatuwang c maam jang2! (&lt;i&gt; we will miss you maam, altwo, supranooo..&lt;/i&gt;) at we smiled with full of gratitude. den sumunod ung valedictory adress.. ito mjo serious. umiyak ung valedictorian nmin.. khit mama q npaiyak! hahaha. :D sumunod announcing of honors.. hahaha! ala aqng mashare kc ndi aq npasali sa honor list! ahahaha. i recieved &lt;b&gt; NO AWARDS!&lt;/b&gt; pero kung may awards sa pggng matakaw, ay di malabong valedictorian aq nun! hahaha. ang tagal ntpos ng program at gutom na nag baboy.. hahaha. pero ung last song &lt;b&gt; isang pasasalamat&lt;/b&gt; at siyempre todo bigay kmi and with smiles on our faces pa.. :D haha. at ung last eh ang walang kamatayang &lt;b&gt; ASSUMPTION HYMN&lt;/b&gt; ds is the last time well gonna sing that song.. siyempre iba na kc ung hymn na kakntahin nmin.. nkakalungkot! hahah. pero d bez part is the recessional.. mga pasaway d tinapos.. nag picturan agad!! hahaha. siyempre las n2 eh! aq din kinuha q ung camera q sking mama at nagpapicture sa lhat ng mga special friends q.. specially.. kakalimutan b si &lt;b&gt; 20&lt;/b&gt; hahaha! pero nkakainis d mxdo mgnda ang kuha nya.. ang tangkad kc eh! pero d bale at least we hug,, den un dn ung pnika 1st pic we took! hahaha. den na hug q rn ung crush q sa room.. c &lt;b&gt; RABONNI&lt;/b&gt; xacckkz! hinug nya rn aq ng mahigpit.. at take note! ang bango nya pa! hahaha. at xmpre.. ang &lt;b&gt; ST. PAUL&lt;/b&gt; for the last time, ginawa nmin ang aming trademark.. &lt;b&gt; awooo- awooo- awooo!&lt;/b&gt; un na b ang lasy?? oo.. un na! un n kc ang last na mgkasam ang lahat.. ang saya ng high school life! alang katulad.. grabe! dito aq natuto ng marming bgay.. dito aq nagdalaga, ngng pasaway, at d2 rn aq natutong ma inlove! alang makakatimbas sa high school life .. as in! d bez.. d2 q nakilala ung mga friends q! hahaha.. sana d rn nila mkalimutan ung ,ga monets we spent together specially &lt;b&gt; ST. FRANCIS&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt; ST. PAUL&lt;/b&gt; students.. sila ung pinkamasayang friends na nakilala q!im gonna say bye to my &lt;b&gt; beloved alma mater&lt;/b&gt; ang hirap kc from elementary sa &lt;b&gt;acd&lt;/b&gt; na aq ng stay eh.. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lhat kming seniors ay pupunta na sa college. another chapter in our life.. haiizz! nakakaintimidate kung iicpin, kc &lt;b&gt; clueless&lt;/b&gt; p kc aq kung anong mangyayri skin in the future, lalo na sa daratingh na college lyf. pero i have to aim higg and pursue my college to have a better future.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. sa susunod q nlng ipopost ung mga pics nmin ha?? kc ala aqng card reader eh.. mghahanap p aq! hehehe. ☺ til hir! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayoonara!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ mOnicA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-1296618312261258634?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/1296618312261258634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=1296618312261258634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1296618312261258634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/1296618312261258634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/03/graduation-graduation-significant.html' title='graduation.. graduation.. a significant moment in every seniors life.!'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-508977543461744633</id><published>2008-03-26T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T04:10:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a broken fairytale..</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:20;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; A BROKEN FAIRYTALE.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-oT_JK68FI/AAAAAAAAABk/zBBU6_OBksM/s1600-h/th_breaking20heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-oT_JK68FI/AAAAAAAAABk/zBBU6_OBksM/s200/th_breaking20heart.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181976296757588050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to &lt;b&gt; FORGET&lt;/b&gt; him. its just getting too much. Much more that i can handle. Seeing things that is just a part of &lt;b&gt;IMAGINATION&lt;/b&gt; still brokes my heart a thousand times.I am living in a world that full of pretendings and living the fact that im still &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. Whenever i got a chance talk and have fun with him, it just like im a happy kid awarded with loads of &lt;b&gt; LOLLIPOPS.&lt;/b&gt; I think he has been avoiding me a bit, perhaps not, it just me being sensitive. But anyway, if I were him, my affection towards him will bring him &lt;b&gt;BURDEN&lt;/b&gt; and confusion, however it’s such a pain to keep this feeling inside.Sometimes its better to be &lt;b&gt;INSENSITIVE&lt;/b&gt;. I will just accept him as a normal friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-obEJK68GI/AAAAAAAAABs/_fnheSpft6Q/s1600-h/th_behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-obEJK68GI/AAAAAAAAABs/_fnheSpft6Q/s320/th_behind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181984079238328418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl with a &lt;b&gt;COMMON SENSE&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;SMART&lt;/b&gt; enough to handle situations that would come, but its alaways a &lt;b&gt;QUESTION&lt;/b&gt; why cant i handle this feeling? Its just time passes by it grows more and more thinking i will never get over &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;. I was an optimistic person but i dont know why im still acting this way. Evrytime i hear his &lt;b&gt;NAME&lt;/b&gt; it always tears up my heart into &lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe the only thing to do is to &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; but it is really impossible even in my dreams it could &lt;/b&gt;NEVER HAPPEN&lt;/b&gt;. Im currently loving him unconditionally and i think im alreay mature coz im taking things right now easily though my heart beats for him. I will risk my &lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt; jus to feel his heartbeat in my ears and his bode next to mine coz i cant go on living on the &lt;b&gt;MEMORY&lt;/b&gt; of his &lt;b&gt;SONG&lt;/b&gt; and i would give my all just for his &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. My eyes are already burn from &lt;b&gt;TEARS&lt;/b&gt; he'd think i learned over this &lt;b&gt;YEARS&lt;/b&gt;. A &lt;b&gt;BROKEN HEART &lt;/b&gt; will always hurt for it is the memories that kills me deep down inside. It is sad that my &lt;b&gt;PRINCE&lt;/b&gt; dont give a damn on me. Thinks that i dont anymore exist. &lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt; the one i &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; is just &lt;b&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/b&gt; im &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;STUPIDITY IN LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; with the &lt;b&gt;DREAM&lt;/b&gt; taht he will &lt;b&gt;REALIZE&lt;/b&gt; that im his &lt;b&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/b&gt; and that there is a &lt;b&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER&lt;/b&gt; that could be found in &lt;b&gt;ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;HOPE&lt;/b&gt; my fairytale would not ends here and maybe he is still taking his&lt;b&gt;JOURNEY&lt;/b&gt; to fine his way back &lt;b&gt;HOME&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;in my arms&lt;/i&gt;, and we could possibly live in a &lt;i&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER..&lt;/i&gt; with me. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; you said you could not stand seeing my heart &lt;b&gt;broken&lt;/b&gt; so when you broke it, did you close your eyes?? &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:18;color:FF6666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FF00CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont tell me not to cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FF0033"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont say there was a reason why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:99FFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what I am feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:9900FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how much I hurt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FFFF33"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wet spots are from tears on the collar of this shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:663333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I should go on with my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:0000FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it and be strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:00FF66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down im sad and i dont want to go along&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:CC00FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont expect you to understand why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FF66FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no apparent reason, i break down and start to cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed forever, you see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:990066"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:CC33CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why and im not acting like the same old me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:CCCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please dont try to act like nothing happened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:666633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beacuse it change ny life forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:CC6666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today, not tomorrow but never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FF6666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing you could do for me is just to be there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like always, my friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:990099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart is hurting bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:3366FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will never mend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:10;color:996633"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ mOnicA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-508977543461744633?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-oT_JK68FI/AAAAAAAAABk/zBBU6_OBksM/s72-c/th_breaking20heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-2948465154516631575</id><published>2008-03-24T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:39:52.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he LOVED me but im still LOVING.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-eOTZK68DI/AAAAAAAAABU/hiCviuXZFqo/s1600-h/YEAH!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-eOTZK68DI/AAAAAAAAABU/hiCviuXZFqo/s200/YEAH!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181266360138395698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:11;color:996666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG!&lt;/b&gt; i almost burst up to tears.. im still &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt; in love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; with &lt;b&gt; 20&lt;/b&gt;, hes my first love, my second, and cud be the &lt;b&gt; LAST.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are praticing our graduation rights for our upcoming graduation.. lagi kong inaabangan sa tuwing tinatwag na siya.. bt hes not der.. nkita q nman xa morning at nagtawanan p kmi kc pinakin ko siya ng crickets &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero he is &lt;b&gt; ABSENT! &lt;/b&gt; kninag hapon.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbhin mn napakababaw ko, pero cya lng nmn ang dhilan ng mga di mapares na smile sa aking mukha.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always makes me laugh khit ala xang ginagawa.. miss ko ciya khit nkkita q xa..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much more kung hindi!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt; LOVE&lt;/b&gt; his &lt;b&gt;SMILES&lt;/b&gt; and how he treats everyone special..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bakit aq?? iba na pakikitungo niya sa akin?? &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganun na lang b kadali para kalimutan ang lahat ng &lt;b&gt;MOMENTS&lt;/b&gt; we spent lalo na nung kmi pa??&lt;br /&gt;mabuti p nga xa at naka move on na.. pero aq?? kelan p kya??&lt;br /&gt;ilang summer, pasko, new year, valentines, birthday.. hinihiling q xa ang kasama q sa mga panahong iyon.&lt;br /&gt;pero para sa kanya im juz a &lt;b&gt; FRIEND&lt;/b&gt; pero sabi nila dpat n daw aq mgpasalamat&lt;br /&gt;kasi khit gnun friends p rin kmi..&lt;br /&gt;well kung tutuusin ok na un at tanggap ko ang katotohanan na ndi n tlga pde mgning kmi??&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero will i ever forget the one who gives u &lt;b&gt;UNCONDITIONAL HAPPINESS &lt;/b&gt; at naging karamay mo sa mga moments na down ka??&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malilimutan mo ba ang nagbigay sa iyo ng sweetest &lt;b&gt;FIRST KISS&lt;/b&gt; at naging reason kung bakit ka nakikipaglaban sa lahat ng mga balaikd sa inyo??&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that i will &lt;b&gt; REGRET&lt;/b&gt; this much kung bakit hndi aq nging gnun ka expressive sa kanya at hindi ko gnun napakita ang love q sa kanya.. kung alam niya lanh kung haano ko na &lt;b&gt; APPRECIATE&lt;/b&gt; ang lahat na bagay na ginawa niya para sa akin at ang love niya na nagbibigay &lt;b&gt;COLORS&lt;/b&gt; sa akin.. i &lt;b&gt; HOPE &lt;/b&gt; na sana before man kmi gagraduate mag usap kmi ng alang alinlanagn at transparent kmi sa isat isa.. i know maybe&lt;b&gt;SOMEDAY&lt;/b&gt; we dont know where &lt;b&gt;FATE&lt;/b&gt; cud lead us and baka itong &lt;b&gt;UNDYING LOVE&lt;/b&gt; q para sa kanya, masuklian din at mging kmi in the future kung saan we are both&lt;b&gt;MATURE&lt;/b&gt; enough to take all the challenges awe are about to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-eRDJK68EI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cPTJJjKB7o/s1600-h/1806411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-eRDJK68EI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cPTJJjKB7o/s200/1806411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181269379500404802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:11;color:996666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt; LOVE&lt;/b&gt; him so much.. but it sad that for &lt;b&gt;ONCE&lt;/b&gt; he &lt;b&gt;LOVED&lt;/b&gt; and didnt appreciate the things he done for me.. i &lt;b&gt;MISS&lt;/b&gt; his sweet &lt;b&gt;GESTURES&lt;/b&gt; na ginagawa niya sa akin..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;HOPE&lt;/b&gt; it no too &lt;b&gt;LATE&lt;/b&gt; for us to build a special friendship..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sa lahat na umaasa p sa akin &lt;i&gt;(di ako nagmamyabang, talagang meron lang talaga.. hahah. lol! ☺)&lt;/i&gt; all i can say is..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOBODY EVER COMPARES TO MR.20! ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ mOnicA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-2948465154516631575?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/2948465154516631575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=2948465154516631575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/2948465154516631575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/2948465154516631575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-loved-me-but-im-still-loving.html' title='he LOVED me but im still LOVING.. '/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-eOTZK68DI/AAAAAAAAABU/hiCviuXZFqo/s72-c/YEAH!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3656772813672484917.post-920706874549193433</id><published>2008-03-22T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:14:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment that ill never forget..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-SvNpK678I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3OP9KAMplC0/s1600-h/1_142663659l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-SvNpK678I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3OP9KAMplC0/s200/1_142663659l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180458120307732418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10;color:996666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. this is my 1st post in my blog! lol.☺ mmm.. im thinking wer i will began. mmm.. that pic was taken at the stair A sa skul nmin.. mlapit lng sa room nmin..hehe! ala kming mgawa jan kya we decided na mg picture2 muna hbang ala p ang math teacher nmin.. haha.☺&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. too make it short favorite pastime nmin ang mag picturan khit saan.. ndi usi ang stolen kc mga cam addcts kming lhat.. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndi uso ang solo pics spgkat lging grupo ang lhat ng pics..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt sadly.. our graduation is fasr approaching!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nkakainins nga mgkakhiwalay n tlga kmi..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to University of Immacualte Concepcion to take A.B. English! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwo it doesnt mins na tpos na ang friendship nmin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; NO! NO! NO! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highschool life is d bez.. and u must enkoi dat moment dhil ndi kna tlga bblik sa highschool.. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ mOnicA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3656772813672484917-920706874549193433?l=yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/feeds/920706874549193433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3656772813672484917&amp;postID=920706874549193433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/920706874549193433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3656772813672484917/posts/default/920706874549193433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourgalsoulm8.blogspot.com/2008/03/moment-that-ill-never-forget.html' title='a moment that ill never forget..'/><author><name>monica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-S3l5K68AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cg8PEp_znmM/S220/597213673m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_il4jVRXzi5Y/R-SvNpK678I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3OP9KAMplC0/s72-c/1_142663659l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
