<?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-7364862912680516646</id><updated>2011-10-17T16:42:00.020+08:00</updated><category term='Deverj. Super Friends.'/><category term='iloveit'/><category term='moments'/><category term='Deverj Friends.'/><category term='sad'/><category term='happy thoughts.'/><category term='Rants.'/><category term='Twenty-ten.'/><category term='summer.'/><category term='Deverj. Super Friends. Uber fun.'/><category term='random.'/><category term='wounded heart.'/><category term='Deverj. Friends. Experiences.'/><category term='BestFriends Stuffs. 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GossipGirl.'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Changes.'/><category term='eclipse.'/><category term='Fate.'/><category term='fun'/><category term='school.'/><category term='twilight saga.'/><category term='sobrangcheesyngpostko.'/><category term='yonel&apos;s bday bash.'/><category term='my jacobblack.taylor lautner.'/><category term='Best people.'/><category term='Vanity.'/><category term='Dhei.Deverj.'/><category term='feelings.'/><category term='new moon trailer'/><category term='the eight&apos;s.'/><title type='text'>Rambling Thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6607585704952977772</id><published>2010-07-24T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:31:29.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants drama love cwdefeh'/><title type='text'>I know you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When a girl gets jealous, it's normal but when a guy gets jealous, lucky the girl he loves".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Debbie Nicholson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just had a fight last night because he saw my pictures together with my best boy friend. Apparently, he's drunk that time so he has all the guts to tell me everything what he really feels. I told him not to be sweet with his best girl friend anymore. He instantly said yes because he doesn't want me to feel hurt. And here I was, my conscience's been telling me that I am really unfair. Yeah, my best friend and I were really sweet with each other but we don't go beyond than that. We've been together for 3years already and the sweet things we do for each other aren't supposed to be dealt with. I don't have any romance feelings for him. Neither him. But of all my explanations, real bf's still hurt. All I can say is sorry. I know how it feels for him but I don't want to choose between them. I do love them both but on different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to the quote above, basically, I AM LUCKY. Hahahaha. Yeah, he got angry with me but on a brighter side,  I suddenly feel that warm fuzzy feeling inside my stomach. I feel it and I know it, that someone really loves me. More than I have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything may sound cheesy but who cares? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love that guy&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; I miss you blogger. Blame it on Tumblr. Plus, I've been very busy these past few weeks. I promise to post random stuff again sooner even if it may look nonsense to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-6607585704952977772?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6607585704952977772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6607585704952977772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6607585704952977772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6607585704952977772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-you-love-me.html' title='I know you love me'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-7453549346272423115</id><published>2010-06-07T01:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:29:13.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>YOU. ♥</title><content type='html'>I've missed this sudden happiness for almost 3 years. Yeah. I'm happy as always but this feeling that you're giving me right now is totally indescribable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I love you. Hence, I do really know. I feel it. I do acknowledge that the feeling of being in love is real. I love everything you say about me. What you're doing just to make me happy. I know you've changed for the better because of me. Just like what you've said. And I believed you. I love the fact when you get jealous with my best boy friend. Whenever you say you miss me so much, I am missing you more. I love you but I know my limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you because I am experiencing this feeling once again. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPIER &lt;/span&gt;now. And that's all because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-7453549346272423115?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/7453549346272423115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=7453549346272423115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7453549346272423115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7453549346272423115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/06/you.html' title='YOU. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-7438979013665962364</id><published>2010-05-27T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:13:52.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants pissed off'/><title type='text'>Disappointing.</title><content type='html'>Life sucks when people whom you expect to support you now accused you such things you weren't able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it. They don't know me much - yet. And then one day, they left me rude messages instantly without asking me first what's going on. I hate people who feels superior. And that is exactly they are. I mean they are much older than me but that does not necessarily mean that they should make me down. I do respect them but I am just so disappointed and offended the way they talked me back even if it's not in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so weird that the people I wasn't expecting to support me are the ones who were there for me. I love them. Really. Despite the fact that they didn't finish a much higher educational standard, they are very open-minded on sort of things. For real, I think they are smarter than you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to hear my part but as I've said it, you didn't believe me. And that was very offending. I'm not doing anything that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEYOND&lt;/span&gt; the limits. We're doing this on purpose. I'm not hoping for you to read this. I just want to open-up my feelings. I don't think we can be closer by any chance. I just don't like you anymore. But the respect is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a life. And I don't care about yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-7438979013665962364?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/7438979013665962364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=7438979013665962364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7438979013665962364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7438979013665962364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointing.html' title='Disappointing.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4849542005186246798</id><published>2010-05-01T17:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:11:44.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendsforever.'/><title type='text'>Post-birthday celebration. ♥</title><content type='html'>April 30, 2010. Friday.&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100000187832932"&gt;Yonel, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100000360125879"&gt;Ope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/dhei.delacuesta"&gt;Dhei, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/lexstaliones"&gt;Yanyan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/jheemboi"&gt;Jim! &lt;/a&gt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try to click their names to see their pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vx7k2kkmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_cXB4dsxLtA/s1600/knights.184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vx7k2kkmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_cXB4dsxLtA/s400/knights.184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466228578551370338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vyY2skblI/AAAAAAAAAVo/l8w1chOXPkc/s1600/knights.181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vyY2skblI/AAAAAAAAAVo/l8w1chOXPkc/s400/knights.181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466229081557462610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vygE8HyhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VyzptcfBdo0/s1600/knights.135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vygE8HyhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VyzptcfBdo0/s400/knights.135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466229205639875090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are proofs how did I celebrate my 19th birthday with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome Barkada.&lt;/span&gt; I had FUN. As always. If only I could wish that yesterday's bonding won't end. That the time would stop but of course that was impossible. Being with them feels like we're the only people living in this world. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v0PepGJoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4EMBWbDen84/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v0PepGJoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4EMBWbDen84/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466231119504877186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their very touching gift! Very simple yet I felt overwhelmed because of their messages. I knew it that they were going to give me a gift though they're teasing that they didn't bought one. Apparently, they've come up with this much effort gift. I cried. Really. I am that person who appreciates even littlest things particularly when they put much effort on it. I appreciate it more instead of giving me things they've just bought instantly. This just made my birthday complete. I wish that we're still together-forever. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v2Ub0SANI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XghK0umYQ3g/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v2Ub0SANI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XghK0umYQ3g/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466233403669086418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONUS: &lt;/span&gt;Yonel's surprise gift for me! Yay! Haha! Actually, I've been thinking if he has a gift for me but I wasn't expecting of course. I would be disappointed and get hurt If I'd expect right? Anyway, when we were on our ride home. It pops-out in my mind that maybe he left it in my bag without knowing myself. So I checked my bag with him in front. He's texting but I'm sure he sees me checking out my bag. Apparently, I didn't see one. And then, I went home, taking out my things and to my surprised I saw these wrapped in a gift wrapper with ribbon and card. And that was sweet! I love it. It is so cute. I swear, he's really the best guy friend I've ever had. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v4ZjJIy0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xhaZzsSmNsA/s1600/knights.209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v4ZjJIy0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xhaZzsSmNsA/s200/knights.209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466235690558212930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v4gcRaRnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6iX1GQoCM6U/s1600/knights.210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9v4gcRaRnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6iX1GQoCM6U/s200/knights.210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466235808972949106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm 19! Haha. I wish and I hope that we will be spending my next year's birthday with you again guys.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Together.&lt;/span&gt; And counting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU KIPIPAYS&lt;/span&gt; aka&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; JEJEBABIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are AWESOME. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4849542005186246798?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4849542005186246798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4849542005186246798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4849542005186246798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4849542005186246798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-birthday-celebration.html' title='Post-birthday celebration. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S9vx7k2kkmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_cXB4dsxLtA/s72-c/knights.184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5928295392275330251</id><published>2010-04-28T00:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:51:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on my way to believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't want an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella &lt;/span&gt;love. I don't want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack &lt;/span&gt;love. I don't want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allie &lt;/span&gt;love. I don't want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Landon &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie &lt;/span&gt;love. All of those have already been planned. I want a kind of love where you don't know what's going to happen. Where every moment is special, unpredictable, breathtaking, and unforgettable. I just basically want someone to hold me forever. I want to meet a guy that when their arms are around me, it feels like I’m bulletproof. Safe forever. And whenever they talk to me, I get the goosebumps and butterflies. A boy who tries to impress me, but doesn’t need to. A boy that I need to breath. A boy that will tell me the truth no matter what, even if it will kill me. A boy who wont lie. A boy who KNOWS he loves me, doesn’t THINK. And knows that when I say ‘i love you’ I mean it. Don’t doubt me. And love me, and only me. A boy who knows what they want. And no, I’m not asking for perfection I’m asking for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This one has touched me the most. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5928295392275330251?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5928295392275330251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5928295392275330251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5928295392275330251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5928295392275330251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-edward-and-bella-love.html' title='I&apos;m on my way to believing'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4860721030973970068</id><published>2010-04-21T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:11:15.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just turned 19 4 days ago! I feel old. A bit. The night before, I waited for 12 midnight. Waiting for any of my friends who can actually remember my birthday. Few of my friends made an effort and also waited for 12 midnight. And I appreciate that. I've always do that to someone I like to put an effort to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day seems to be ordinary as I woke up. Just like how I spend my everyday vacation here at home. I woke up at around 10am and I instantly grabbed my phone to see if there are any messages. Luckily, there are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up, fix my bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, watched Showtime then waited for my Mom to come home. I didn't ask Mom for a celebration here at home so I didn't invite any of my friends. But my Mom went home from her grocery shopping telling me that she'll cook today. I said okay. Time flies as I do the typical things I often do at home. At 6pm, I went to church. And something unexpected happened. And I cried. I don't want to elaborate more here. I just want to keep it to myself. Haha! Then I felt that it's really my birthday that night. I invited few of my friends here at home. My favorite guy also visited me and will spend 3 days vacation with me. That made me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my wishes at church. I've got 4 wishes and I'm not sure if that was okay. Haha! I didn't ask for any material things. I made my wishes for my family and friends. Then I spent the night with HIM after the celebration. I really missed you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprisingly seeing that a lot of people whom I knew personally remember my birthday or at least they've see the update in my Facebook account that it's my birthday today. Some are unexpected; Some I do expect to greet me. My old high school friends from Marikina and here in Cavite, my churchmates, my crush, my love, Mom's friends, former college blockmates, new college classmates, Kipipays, relatives from the mother's side and of course my Family. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you guys enough for it. Just a simple greeting really made me smile. You know who you are as you read this blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I forgot to take pictures. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's already April 25. I just saved the draft last Wednesday so this post will be exactly April 21. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4860721030973970068?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4860721030973970068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4860721030973970068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4860721030973970068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4860721030973970068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/04/19.html' title='19! ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-457409337247265237</id><published>2010-04-17T15:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:51:36.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>And so I got bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 20px; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And so I got bored here at home that is why I'll answer these top 3's random facts about myself. Okay. Go! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh Yes! I love my eyes. A lot of my friends say that whenever I smile, my eyes smiles too. I didn't notice that but well, thanks. I wish I still have 20-20 vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have big hips but not that huge compared to my sister. Honestly, I don't see it for myself. My friends just told me. I'm thankful for it because it is an advantage when you give birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I like my legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Probably because I can comfortably wear shorts even I go outdoors. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Sadako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first time I've watched The Ring, it really got me scared. I couldn't sleep for one night and I'm imagining that maybe Sadako will come out on the television once it was turned off. And swear, I haven't watched it twice. Her creepy face has this huge effect on me and still couldn't stand seeing her since I was 12 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Serial Killing or Disgusting Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The kind of movie I couldn't stand watching. Examples of this are Wrong Turn, Saw, Jeepers Creepers, The Hills Have Eyes and a lot more. It's just like I couldn't stand the fact that those people are being killed exaggeratedly and it scares me out of hell. I prefer watching ghost movies or Jurassic Park instead of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Death of loved-ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I accept the fact that I'll die someday but I don't think that I can if time comes that my loved-ones will leave me.  I don't want to feel hurt. But we still don't know what will happen. Whatever happen, happens. Just accept it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three of your favourite bands or musical artists:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Taylor Swift ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I super love Taylor Swift. She's one of my girl crushes. I love her hair, her eyes and her unique voice. I have all her songs in my playlist. Look at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tswift.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One of the first International Artist I have heard singing live! (Plus David Cook :) He's so cute and he performs very well. I like his songs, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Their songs are really nice even though I just knew some of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three of your favorite songs (right now): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. The Only Exception - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"And I'm on my way to believing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Beautiful Eyes - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Your beautiful eyes stare right into my .... eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. To be with you - David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"And when you're standing here in front of me. That's when I know that God does exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. His smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. My preferred hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Looks is satisfying but still, the attitude is the most important. A guy who respects me and gives me surreal feelings when I'm with him is what I preferred the most. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three careers you’re considering/ you’ve considered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do really want to be a doctor but that's very impossible because I am afraid of bloods and syringe. And this career urges me to dream more since I started watching Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love watching cooking shows plus my Dad's a Chef. But then, I don't know how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm lame. Really. Haha. I mean, I don't have enough confidence to walk along the aisle. I just liked to experienced wearing one of a kind outfits. That's it. This is just a frustration. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; These are impossible but Dreaming is possible. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL (YOUR SEX):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. I wear make-up, dresses and skirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do make-ups but not that often. Just powder, lip gloss, mascara and sometimes blush-on. And right now, I have learned how to put liquid eyeliner. Another thing is, I don't like seeing other girls having thick make-ups even it's not appropriate to wear or it doesn't look good in her. About the dresses and skirts, yes, I have lots of dresses because it is a requirement for our church. It's pretty good actually. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. I have boobs and vajayjay. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have boobs but not that huge enough. Haha. Of course I have vajayjay! (Courtesy of Bailey (Grey's Anatomy) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Cute boys fascinate me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My head turns whenever I see a cute guy walking in front of me. I know the feeling of fuzzy feelings inside my stomach. I know the feeling of awkwardness whenever I see him walking right next to me. And I know how it feels like to be fascinated with a cute guy particularly with the one whom you get to now with personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-457409337247265237?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/457409337247265237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=457409337247265237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/457409337247265237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/457409337247265237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-so-i-got-bored.html' title='And so I got bored'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6435408950704546688</id><published>2010-04-13T02:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:55:35.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best people.'/><title type='text'>The best people. ♥</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling when you feel so blessed because you feel that there are people whom you assure that gives happiness in you. We all have specific reasons why this person is our best or one of the best/s. I don't have only one person that seems to be the best-est of all. They've come with categories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Ni1OT4tOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/__yLAsPkvnE/s1600/1_505648238l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Ni1OT4tOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/__yLAsPkvnE/s400/1_505648238l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459315839817266402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://clarizel.blogspot.com/search/label/Papa.%20Fam."&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for you to find out why he is the best guy. Despite the fact that he's been in the States for 3 years, I can still feel his support, care and love for us and even though most of it was through chatting. He never forgets to be there as a Father even if it means texting me and my sister whenever we're out at home. He is an ideal guy and the best father, I swear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NkgiufofI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pds2qPKxAgY/s1600/DSC06324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NkgiufofI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pds2qPKxAgY/s400/DSC06324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459317683543581170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BEST SISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's my one and only sister but still, she's the best. We've fought for a couple of times, she's not afraid of me, she answers me back and she's lazy but that hasn't prevented us to be close and tell each others secrets. I love the fact whenever she listens to my nonsense stories and about a happy day with my friends. That is why she knew well my friends. I love when we laugh over small things and we both get irritated when Mom is mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NmO_WxUrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-AO7VN8SsuA/s1600/DSCF2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NmO_WxUrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-AO7VN8SsuA/s400/DSCF2524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459319581014315698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST TITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too lazy to edit this photo, I'm sorry. Anyway, I think it's not that usual that most people have their favorite Tita or Tito. Well for me I have one. She's really cool that is why I love her. She laughs with me, she jokes around and buys me foods whenever we're together. When I was a kid,  she always buys me and my sister some stuffs whenever we go to Malls. She carries me to different places. Since she have her son already, it didn't happen again. But it's okay , she's still the best.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NodGXcZuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GG8p45vMgH8/s1600/DSC06040.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NqFis9OoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ck--wFMNLQk/s1600/DSCF0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8NqFis9OoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ck--wFMNLQk/s400/DSCF0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459323816750430850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST GAY FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're best friends since I was 2nd year high school. He lives in Marikina. When we moved here in Cavite 5 years ago, I had to adjust in making new friends. Time comes and new friends came, and yet, he's still my best friend. Communication is really important. He visited me 2 years ago. Imagine, he traveled all the way from Marikina to here just to see me and stayed in our place for 3 days. I know we don't know each other's stories and our present lives but all I know is, whenever I need a friend, I'm sure you're just there. Nothing will change. :)&lt;br /&gt;PS: This photo was taken last April 2007. I hate the bangs, the hair and the pose. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Nr7OjLnTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wYgvJXEFOb0/s1600/l_f12914aed799466883bf6e25142672b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Nr7OjLnTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wYgvJXEFOb0/s400/l_f12914aed799466883bf6e25142672b6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459325838565285170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST GUY FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://clarizel.blogspot.com/search/label/BestFriend%20Stuffs."&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for you to know the reasons why. He's not just any guy. He respects me and few of my girl friends. He gives advice and you feel his care about it. He makes me laugh most of the times and I enjoyed every single moment when I'm with him. And I will as time goes by. And the most important thing is, we trust each other. Love you Kups! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Nt1okgVkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WJYgLXp5_cc/s1600/litrato343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Nt1okgVkI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WJYgLXp5_cc/s400/litrato343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459327941494199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST GIRL FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(She's supposed to be here but things had been changed. There's no changing. I still treasure the happy mem'ries I've had with you. :D)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have lots of best girl friends but I think she's the best-est. I can tell her some of my problems.  She's really really nice. I can comfortably go everywhere even though it is just the two of us. She's close to my Mom and I am close to her family which is why I'm thankful for. She's pretty, stunning, head-turner and looks sophisticated but what you see in her is not exactly the way she is which is in fact I love her the most. I have a lot of things to say about her but I'll save it because I'm gonna post about her soon. Loves you Kips. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Nwo_7o9KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jDRviCjB-N8/s1600/jheemboi.699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Nwo_7o9KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jDRviCjB-N8/s400/jheemboi.699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459331022961833122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BEST BARKADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're still the Best even though a lot have been changed. We're still happy or happier I must say. I don't even know why. Probably because we appreciate more each other, get to know more each other and we learned. They have provided me a new perspective for our friendship. We're getting used to it that we are now 6. Life goes on. It's very easy to say things but it's really hard to prove it. So I just have to try hard for you to know guys that I will cherish more this friendship. I love you, really, I do. Miss you Jim, Ope, Dhei, Yanyan and Yonel. You're still the best! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I had the Best Day with you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--The Best Day: Taylor Swift. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-6435408950704546688?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6435408950704546688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6435408950704546688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6435408950704546688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6435408950704546688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-people.html' title='The best people. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S8Ni1OT4tOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/__yLAsPkvnE/s72-c/1_505648238l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3024695384426526006</id><published>2010-04-06T15:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:43:25.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best moments. Happiness'/><title type='text'>The Best Moments in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Laughing till your stomach hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Enjoying a ride down the country side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Listening to your favorite song on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Getting out of the shower and wrapping yourself with a warm, fuzzy towel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Passing your final exams with good grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Being part of an interesting conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;9. Finding some money in some old pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Laughing at yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;11. Sharing a wonderful dinner with all your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;12. Laughing without a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. "Accidentally" hearing someone say something good about you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;14. Watching the sunset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;15. Listening to a song that reminds you of an important person in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;16. Receiving or giving your first kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;17. Feeling this movement in your body when seeing this "special" someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;18. Having a great time with your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;19. Seeing the one you love happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;20. Wearing the shirt of a person you love and smelling his/her perfume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;21. Visiting an old friend of yours and remembering great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;22. Hearing someone telling you "I LOVE YOU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;These are just some of the best-est moments in everyone's lives. As for myself I have always experience and cherish the moments I had with my family and friends. I'm good at remembering dates particularly if there is anything memorable happened. Happiness does not always comes from things you're getting. Real Happiness comes from the best people who loves you and who you loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The best moments in life are often the ones that "just happen". You don't have to plan for them. And you never know when they'll happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7364862912680516646-3024695384426526006?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3024695384426526006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3024695384426526006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3024695384426526006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3024695384426526006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-moments-in-life.html' title='The Best Moments in Life'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6284795317211995722</id><published>2010-03-25T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:34:45.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school.'/><title type='text'>Hell week just started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time check: 12:26am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I should be sleeping right now and look at me. I am still wide awake. I have to get up at 6:30 later for my 8am Special Education Exam. What am I supposed to answer if Ill get sleepy as I answer those questions? And, I didn't review well my notes. I just read it. And here I am, posting nonsense stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change topic. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not updating lately here in my Blogspot account because I don't have any idea what to post about and I've been very busy with school works for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things  I seem to have accomplished for the past three weeks - Psychological Reports, Projects, Play, Final Manuscripts and Group Defense. So far, it went well. I still have to take my two last exams for this semester. Then after that, I am now officially saying goodbye to my 3rd year life even though I am not yet ready to be a 4th year Psychology Student. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/faceonpalms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 3rd year. I have experienced sleep and food deprivation. I feel tired and messed up but your a great experience to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 4th year, Ugh Thesis. &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/7364862912680516646-6284795317211995722?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6284795317211995722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6284795317211995722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6284795317211995722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6284795317211995722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/03/hell-week-just-started.html' title='Hell week just started.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6146601611420959292</id><published>2010-02-17T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:16:09.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>10 things.</title><content type='html'>I love remembering the dates whenever I spent a memorable day with the people I love. I have always save it up in my phone's calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this from random someone being tagged by her friend. Post 10 things that recently made you happy, something you look forward to or anything that you want that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100000360125879"&gt;Aubrey's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there last friday. Did sort of random things we didn't usually do before. We just tasted again her famous sinigang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100000187832932"&gt;Yonel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;went home at 7pm but the rest of us went home at 8:30. It wasn’t a bit late after all but since we’re nice kids we just have to get home before 10. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ PBB Big Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melai won!! Yay! I have always liked her since I watched PBB. Now I love her. I' am so nervous because I want her to be the big winner. I ' am not confident enough because I know PJ can possibly get the highest vote. I also want Jason to be the 2nd placer but it's okay. I couldn't help screaming out loud when she was called as Big Winner. Hahaha. She wasn't pretty but she has a good heart. And she's really really funny. No wonder Jason fall in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a date, no one gave me flowers nor chocolates and even my crush didn't greet me at all. But these things didn't make my day lonely. I still have my friends anyway. They went at my place and bought ice cream for us. Nonstop conversations and laughing-out-loud are the best experiences. Valentine's Day doesn't mean it's for couples only. Even for FRIENDS too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ February 16, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Valentine's Day, sing at videoke plus bonding moments. The movie wasn't great enough but it's okay. It's just like we didn't enjoy it and we got bored. Probably I became too overwhelmed because famous actors and actresses were starred in. Plus the two Taylor's that I loved were there. Taylor Swift looks crazy in there and Taylor Lautner looks stupid. They just kissed and that's it. BUT I love spending most of our time singing. Much enjoyed. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Abnormal Psychology Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' am not excited but I just like the concept. Swear. I don't know if I' am allowed to write this up but I still go on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; It's all about the Disney Princesses who are having their own disorders. Just to have a twist. Snow white having a  schizophrenia because she was just imagining the seven dwarfs. Okay enough. She was just one of the characters. The story wasn't organized yet but the characters are exciting. I might post about it maybe soon after the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Debut of my friend's sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be on Saturday night. Still can't think of a gift that she will be like the most. Since my best friend is a guy, it's hard for him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt; to think of a gift so he suggested to share it with me. In favor for me because I have to save money. Hopefully he can come too because he's in bad shot right now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert sad face.&lt;/span&gt; Sleepover after. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Swimming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes on Monday and I don't know why. My friend's birthday is on 26 but there will be an advance celebration because of the holiday. A bit excited. Hopefully my parents will allow me to go overnight but since there will be a Saturday overnight from my another friends, I don't think they will agree on that. I'm kinda 50/50 on it. But I'm confident that they'll allow me even though it wasn't overnight. Advance Happy Birthday Lenieta! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Miss You Like Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' am dying to watch this with friends next week. I' am a big fan of Bea-John lloyd when it comes to their movies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shy face.&lt;/span&gt; Why not? They were really good in acting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ I just missed my Kipipay Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly misses them so much. I haven't seen them for 2 days. We didn't have lunch together last Tuesday due to our busy projects we had in our subjects. And I think tomorrow, we will not be together again. We have a lot of stories to tell and I miss laughing with them. It's like it's been a long time since I talked to them. I miss you Kips, Kups, Puks, Babs and Peks. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Save money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been saying this every week but I end up with nothing. I couldn't help buying stuffs that are not important. We always go anywhere with my friends. But this time I promise I'll save. After this week. After our swimming, I promise. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's it! These are just random things I enjoyed for a week or I' am looking forward to after a week. I have to say goodnight because it's already 1 in the morning and I have my 8am class later. Bye! :)&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/7364862912680516646-6146601611420959292?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6146601611420959292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6146601611420959292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6146601611420959292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6146601611420959292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things.html' title='10 things.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-7944854630812974300</id><published>2010-02-03T22:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:29:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still awesome as ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 29, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2mDPvM8YCI/AAAAAAAAATg/J3bXsBHP3po/s1600-h/litrato318.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2mDPvM8YCI/AAAAAAAAATg/J3bXsBHP3po/s320/litrato318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434018731791245346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unexpectedly saw Hermz around the venue and that was great seeing her again though we haven't talked that much. We had experienced boredom for the entire seminar. Speakers are not so great. We just took a picture, talks some stuffs again, laugh out loud with Adrian's stories and ate 3 meals of Jollibee. If you noticed, we're all wearing our La Salle shirts. We really bought each for us to wear same shirts for that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S253zQ5XDbI/AAAAAAAAATo/QzPoXj1tUVU/s1600-h/l_3a446fe272c64b5d904953753c583d4b.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S253zQ5XDbI/AAAAAAAAATo/QzPoXj1tUVU/s320/l_3a446fe272c64b5d904953753c583d4b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435413522875354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo taken by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://yanyaneatschildren.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://yanyaneatschildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yanyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First time I went to that place. And I swear, that is the best Catholic church I've ever been. The best in means of the ambiance, solemnity, the sisters who really wears pink &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I' am amazed) &lt;/span&gt;+ you have the chance to write all your wishes and drop it down on a box wherein the Pink sisters will pray it for you. It just depends on your belief for it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S259OFXkcRI/AAAAAAAAATw/9fC7Gv5i7yY/s1600-h/litrato366.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S259OFXkcRI/AAAAAAAAATw/9fC7Gv5i7yY/s320/litrato366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435419481195442450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Starbucks Tagaytay after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost tired so I need a larger glass of coffee. I ordered Venti Coffee Jelly and we've decided to go upstairs. As I placed my coffee at the table, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100000187832932"&gt;Yonel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100000187832932"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;accidentally spilled it. Disappointed because I don't have an extra cash to buy a new one. Everyone's looking at us and I don't care about that. Another thing is, it's not appropriate to drink his coffee while seeing him without drinking anything. Still in shock, there's this Barista who handled us down just exactly what I had ordered and had it as a replaced. For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE. &lt;/span&gt;I didn't expect it at all. I don't know what is my feeling after he gave that to me. Shy I guess coz' I know it will be deducted form his salary. I keep on saying Thank You to him everytime I passes by at his table (he's having a conversation with another guy) which was beside us. She just smiles. He's really really NICE. God Bless You.  I promise I will be extra more careful everytime I place coffees at the table. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S26CsEScLgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KEeb8bqqiEk/s1600-h/litrato420.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S26CsEScLgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KEeb8bqqiEk/s320/litrato420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435425493859708418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wala lang. I just want to add this. Finger letter stands for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;la, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;eonel and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;rikang. Took a lot of different shots with these two people. I love you toys and kips. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More Photos &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=14587&amp;amp;id=100000209972024&amp;amp;saved"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends send me these inspiring quotes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Life has many great options. You don't have to always pick what seems to be the best. Just pick whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Make sure you make someone happy everyday. And that someone, includes yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Kapag napapatawa ka ng isang tao ng maraming beses, hindi siya magaling magpatawa. MAHAL mo lang talaga siya kaya ka masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;If you encounter so much pain because of the person you loved the most, you will learn to love your friends so much and discover the reality that FRIENDSHIP is still the BEST RELATIONSHIP and BEST example of LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-7944854630812974300?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/7944854630812974300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=7944854630812974300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7944854630812974300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7944854630812974300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-awesome-as-ever.html' title='Still awesome as ever.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2mDPvM8YCI/AAAAAAAAATg/J3bXsBHP3po/s72-c/litrato318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3553892950049757717</id><published>2010-01-30T00:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:03:22.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj Friends.'/><title type='text'>A week ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSqbXzzPI/AAAAAAAAATY/Zxu1ptRvGAY/s1600-h/PICT2372.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSqbXzzPI/AAAAAAAAATY/Zxu1ptRvGAY/s320/PICT2372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432206095650376946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSZFmDrXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7KLWYhrDjXs/s1600-h/PICT2364.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSZFmDrXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7KLWYhrDjXs/s320/PICT2364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432205797746781554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSKSNhdxI/AAAAAAAAATI/G1DIbIGYXYY/s1600-h/litrato137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSKSNhdxI/AAAAAAAAATI/G1DIbIGYXYY/s320/litrato137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432205543435499282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still remember what had happened last week. Lots of FUN. Swear. I couldn't explained how happy I' am during that time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cla-Ope-Yonel-Dhei-Jim-Yanyan-Papiz with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Swimswim. Foodtrip. Black Bat. Truth or Consequence. Super Dance on stage with Disco Lights. New York. TikTok. Modeling. You Belong with me. Dark Menthol. The Bar. Manong na nakakabadtrip. Mats. Tag Game. Videos. Who's the killer (sa POOL). Heart to heart conversations. Asaran. Imitating Melason's swimming jump. Hula Bira. Pinoy Henyo. Sisiran. Wrestling. Camwhoring. Gifts. Lugaw Trip. Bondings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;One of the greatest things about being a teenager is the sharing, the closeness and the great times you have with your friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-3553892950049757717?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3553892950049757717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3553892950049757717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3553892950049757717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3553892950049757717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-ago.html' title='A week ago.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S2MSqbXzzPI/AAAAAAAAATY/Zxu1ptRvGAY/s72-c/PICT2372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3646444850830827816</id><published>2010-01-21T10:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:07:23.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhei.Deverj.'/><title type='text'>Happy BirthDHEI! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S1e9brXexJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/16pNhNm8FOA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S1e9brXexJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/16pNhNm8FOA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429016159013749906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                          •1STYEAR•                                                •2NDYEAR•   •3RDYEAR&lt;/span&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She became my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first closest friend &lt;/span&gt;since I entered College. So it's not easy for me to let her go. Drama Much? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not crack jokes as often as I can do. I can't even notice that she's already laughing with my friends but we can talk serious stuffs sometimes. Lately, I felt her again as my friend. We had a conversation and she gave reactions about it that made me feel she's really my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not often get mad at people. I don't even see her getting mad at someone for a long time. She just keep it in her and doesn't want it to be a big problem. And I think that is mature enough. We used to be very close when we were in our 1st year college but everything has changed. Before, she used to open up everything with me. We exchanged letters that made her cried because she's happy. I know I can't turn back the time that we should be best buddies again but all I know is, she's one of my true friends who can't say rude words about me even if she'll get angry with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss what we did before but I'm still thankful that she's still here with me. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Dhei! I love you so much. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I' am super duper mega excited for tomorrow's celebration. Can't wait. HAHAHA. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-3646444850830827816?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3646444850830827816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3646444850830827816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3646444850830827816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3646444850830827816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthdhei.html' title='Happy BirthDHEI! :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/S1e9brXexJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/16pNhNm8FOA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5941754638450775850</id><published>2010-01-15T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:19:25.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants.'/><title type='text'>Cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;January and February are my coldest windy months every year. It's like it's December right now. I didn't feel the cold breeze during Decembers. But still, it's good. I usually dislike feeling hot and getting sweat. It just irritates me. I love the weather right now. That even during in the afternoons, I still feel the wind blowing up to my face, hair and soothing up my body while me and my friends grooving and singing the Empire State of Mind of Alicia Keys. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York!!!! &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I' am experiencing a great weather right now, I want coffee. Yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COFFEE.&lt;/span&gt; I' am very much addicted with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha&lt;/span&gt; in particular while spending the late afternoons up to night with your friends in Tagaytay. Isn't that great? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling my friends out there. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It is better to say something direct to the point than to keep someone guessing because maybe, their interpretation is different from what you want to say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' am a bit disappointed these past few days. I don't know. It was just so irritating that the people who you are comfortable to talk with, unexpectedly say negative things about you. It is just so confusing that these people whom you thought they love you, now hates you more than anyone else. Probably. It just happens. Accept what it takes. We can't turn back the time. And sorry isn't the right word. It doesn't mean that if you knew someone who made a mistake, he/she have to say sorry right away. The most important thing is to listen. That's just how it is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mature mind&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realization&lt;/span&gt; are everyone else's need. That even for just one day, everything will changed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you do what you want cause I'm not what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Cold as You:&lt;/span&gt; TAYLOR SWIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5941754638450775850?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5941754638450775850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5941754638450775850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5941754638450775850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5941754638450775850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold.html' title='Cold.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-62397230829457712</id><published>2009-12-31T20:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:54:35.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenty-ten.'/><title type='text'>Home is where the Heart is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzzkhuX1aAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/B54N7Ub7bXk/s1600-h/blog.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/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzzkhuX1aAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/B54N7Ub7bXk/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459319482050562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzktnp1VcI/AAAAAAAAASY/77QJJaK2Qwg/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzktnp1VcI/AAAAAAAAASY/77QJJaK2Qwg/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459523836925378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vintage photo&lt;/span&gt; was taken about 12 years ago. OhMyGosh. 12 years??? I couldn't believe that was 12 years ago already. I still remember what had happened during those years. Well, sort of. We were celebrating our New years eve back then. I'm not sure if Papa took that photo. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;latest one&lt;/span&gt; was taken about 4 hours ago. Papa's still working in States. We miss you. Couldn't wait for you to come home already to celebrate New Year again with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzky5rmT5I/AAAAAAAAASg/0xy9zcp5kVA/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzky5rmT5I/AAAAAAAAASg/0xy9zcp5kVA/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459614575513490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousins. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the celebration with the whole family! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye two-oh-oh-nine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Twenty-Ten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzk9D0EAsI/AAAAAAAAASo/Vzn9HZnBsX0/s1600-h/Untitled+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzk9D0EAsI/AAAAAAAAASo/Vzn9HZnBsX0/s320/Untitled+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459789094060738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to me. Wishing for more happiness with my family and friends. And of course blessings and good health for each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me Loves you ALL! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ar! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-62397230829457712?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/62397230829457712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=62397230829457712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/62397230829457712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/62397230829457712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the Heart is.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzzkhuX1aAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/B54N7Ub7bXk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4329939805084482690</id><published>2009-12-31T14:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:49:48.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprises.Friends.'/><title type='text'>Drum roll please .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 2 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S U R P R I S E !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha! It wasn't the surprise yell I got for this whole month of December. December is the season which we can receive and give gifts for anyone. I felt it that way because I was able to received gifts from the people I love. And gave some for them as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Kringle with friends is so much fun ... and very touching. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a week became a kris kringle day with my Deverj friends. We started it last December 4 and ended up at December 23. That was my idea and thank God they agreed. We always draw names for another theme for us to be able to challenge ourselves if we really knew that person. There should always be a message and it should be presentably wrapped. Then explained it after why we chose that gift for him/her and explained again the effort we put on it as we bought it. Effort Much! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For December 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something Star!&lt;/span&gt; - A pink star headband.&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; and I gave a star pin and a kitty keychain for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zel&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She knows that I love wearing headbands!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxMRjPkWyI/AAAAAAAAARY/SdYuqB58jXY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxMRjPkWyI/AAAAAAAAARY/SdYuqB58jXY/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421291915849259810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For December 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something Green! &lt;/span&gt;- A very kikay green ballpen and a furry keychain.&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt; and I gave a glow in the dark wall designs, green ballpen and green candleholder for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ochie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This was funny because I'm with Ochie as I bought those gifts. She had no idea it was for her. Of course she already knew what's inside the wrapper as I gave it to her. lol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxOitrk0tI/AAAAAAAAARg/mK3nQK1OYKo/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxOitrk0tI/AAAAAAAAARg/mK3nQK1OYKo/s200/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421294409732117202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For December 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something that starts with a letter of our name or nicknames!&lt;/span&gt; - Cologne and Candy.&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhei&lt;/span&gt; and I gave a letter necklace for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aubrey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't think of anything that makes sense in Aubrey's name. Chos!  I was expecting the whole day that Dhei's gift was for me. I knew it that it was a cologne or perfume. Good guess!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxP59sP9SI/AAAAAAAAARo/3arApNnfQD0/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxP59sP9SI/AAAAAAAAARo/3arApNnfQD0/s200/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421295908678530338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For December 23. The Last! :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something that represents that person&lt;/span&gt;! - Headband.&lt;br /&gt;I got this again from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhei&lt;/span&gt; and I gave a personalized cd burn with all of our favorite songs and a key&amp;amp;locket keychain for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I gave songs to Zel because she's a good listener. For the key&amp;amp;locket keychain, she's a person that you should get to know better before knowing the real her. Just like a key and a locket, you should open first before to know what is inside. :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apparently, I wasn't able to get a representation of myself in that headband so I'm a bit unsatisfied but I loved it so much. Much better if she put words into it. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxRpfqJH0I/AAAAAAAAARw/kDd8CvK4iWI/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxRpfqJH0I/AAAAAAAAARw/kDd8CvK4iWI/s200/Untitled-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421297824761978690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was all the gifts I had received on our Kris Kringle. Thanks guys. These are all much appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait. There's more! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxSTvrp_zI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eTmvuG_7ajg/s1600-h/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxSTvrp_zI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eTmvuG_7ajg/s320/Untitled-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421298550617800498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzj-InY5KI/AAAAAAAAASA/r3sWzuE6VUw/s1600-h/Untitled94+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Szzj-InY5KI/AAAAAAAAASA/r3sWzuE6VUw/s200/Untitled94+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421458708051322018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Toblerone from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF Ochie&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. A green sparkling headband and another Toblerone from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. A green pouch from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erwin&lt;/span&gt; - which I didn't expect at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; And a gift &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for myself &lt;/span&gt;but the money that I used came from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. New Havs! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;My favorite cartoon character - Patrick Star from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lenie&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since we don't celebrate christmas at all, I would like to consider it as New Year Presents.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. It wasn't expensive and very simple, but these made my year complete. These are all much appreciated. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all awesome! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The people you know best are the ones most capable of surprising you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Eric van der Woodsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just loved Surprises! From littlest to biggest things. Hand-made or even ready-made. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just like my songs, I always put them in a shuffle mode because I don't want to know what will be next. It wasn't thrilling at all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But of course the Best Suprises were from the Best Persons you had or you'll ever have. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More surprises for next year! Toodles. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7364862912680516646-4329939805084482690?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4329939805084482690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4329939805084482690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4329939805084482690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4329939805084482690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/12/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please .....'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzxMRjPkWyI/AAAAAAAAARY/SdYuqB58jXY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1003455403187284040</id><published>2009-12-23T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:03:52.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BestFriend Stuffs.'/><title type='text'>Best-est Boy Friend :)</title><content type='html'>• He cracks corny jokes to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He wants us to look at him whenever he talks about something, particularly when he tells a joke. He gets angry if we're not looking at him because he thinks we're not listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He is always on the Go. Wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He argues a lot. As if he knows everything. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He likes all kinds of food but apparently he's allergic on pungent or fishy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He loves Green! Just Like Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He thinks he's cute. OhmyGod. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He loves his Mom so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A Sweet Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He loves bullying and making fun of Ope and Yanyan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He will give advices whenever you need it and make it realize what he said after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He laughs with me even on littlest things. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He is too lazy to read a book. Twilight Saga in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He sings a lot even the lyrics are different. For HIM, he is a Great Singer. You read it right, for HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He trusts me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• And he understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He loves grasping my arm to make me touch my friends' ass. He manipulates me and I let him. LOL. 'Twas Fun, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He's not just my bestfriend, but also a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He looks like gay but he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He's not good at playing Basketball. A lot of guys have Basketball as a hobby. For him, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He wants his family to appreciate every thing he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You'll never get bore when you're with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He never say sorry sincerely. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Don't spank him. I swear, he'll get mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He is tall, dark, handsome and smart! But I was just Kidding. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;A TRUE FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know I can write a lot more from this list, like forever. He is not your typical friend but he is one of the best. I' am so lucky to have him as one of my true friends. If I have a chance to choose a brother, that would definitely him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YONEL :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418419293629682386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzIXo7jrktI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oee3uoQvl10/s400/yonel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belated Happy 19th Birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Deverj and You so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be on your side forevermore. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1003455403187284040?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1003455403187284040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1003455403187284040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1003455403187284040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1003455403187284040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-est-boy-friend.html' title='Best-est Boy Friend :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SzIXo7jrktI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oee3uoQvl10/s72-c/yonel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-7893286404196275416</id><published>2009-12-21T09:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:07:04.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants.'/><title type='text'>Two is Better than One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" height="180" width="400" style="width:400px;height:180px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=38819159&amp;path=2009/12/20&amp;mycolor=E6CD99&amp;mycolor2=FF7E72&amp;mycolor3=F0466F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=400&amp;oh=180"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Care. Hugs and even Bear-Hugs. Kisses. Compliments. Sweet Messages. Gifts. Holding Hands. Walking along together. Eating Together. Laughing together. Telling stories and secrets. Reminiscing Memories. Tickles. Brushes your hair. Sleeping in your Lap. Gets mad at you if you do something he doesn't want you to do. Waiting for a couple of hours. Sings for you. Texts you before you sleep and when you wake up. Says I love You even in front of his friends. Loves you more than anyone else.&lt;strong&gt; ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why it always have to be that way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had enough. Miss You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Happy Birthday to my best friend - Yonel!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll post a blog for him probably after two days. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-7893286404196275416?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/7893286404196275416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=7893286404196275416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7893286404196275416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7893286404196275416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-is-better-than-one_21.html' title='Two is Better than One.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6984793315184243229</id><published>2009-12-02T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:47:45.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam. mama.'/><title type='text'>Make Your Momma Proud! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hellooooooo! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry if my post title wasn't that accurate enough for my today's post. Anyway, as long there is a word "Momma", probably it is somewhat close enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay. Today is a special occasion for me. &lt;em&gt;Drum roll please .......&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's my Mama's Birthday Today! Yay! \o/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My sister and I planned a surprise gift for her. The gift was not that surprising for me but this was the time again that we gave something for her. Before, we used to make our own greeting cards for her and intendedly put it on her room. I don't know if that was surprising for her or probably she didn't like it either. Joke. Let's go back to our so called "surprise gift". I can't think of any thing (I mean it, thing) which will make her like it. And since she's maarte in clothes, shoes or whatsoever, we really didn't put an effort on it. Probably next year. Haha. Okay. Enough. We gave a CAKE. Yeah, a Cake. You read it right, Cake!!! And I think that's sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wasn't able to receive a hug or kiss from that. But I feel it and I see it in her eyes. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What's a great thing in having a Mom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know you were able to see yourself in her."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply the way it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is capable of doing a lot more than she thought she could. She's very realistic about life though stricter than my Dad. She can deal with anything. She can joke with you around. She's funny whenever she laughs exaggerately. She always gets up early to prepare breakfast for us eventhough I'm now in my 3rd year college. And that was very appreciating. And everything. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not perfect, of course. Sometimes I get irritated at her, only when she's angry because her mouth won't stop from speaking and sometimes she doesn't know what she says. But far better than that, sometimes she's cool. o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; for everything and &lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for being a prodigal daughter sometimes. Hahaha. &gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410572571365881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SxY3FlO8OGI/AAAAAAAAARI/1XxOonTmGiY/s400/IMG0848A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mama! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Loves&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-6984793315184243229?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6984793315184243229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6984793315184243229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6984793315184243229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6984793315184243229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-your-momma-proud.html' title='Make Your Momma Proud! :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SxY3FlO8OGI/AAAAAAAAARI/1XxOonTmGiY/s72-c/IMG0848A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-156561686151023834</id><published>2009-11-28T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:34:34.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BestFriends Stuffs. Love'/><title type='text'>The Bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and my bestfriends went to see &lt;strong&gt;NEW MOON&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. We watched it twice although the rest of gang left after they've seen the middle part of the movie. The movie is Great, for me. Though it's a little bit boring. If you're not familiar with the story, you will be much boring - just like my other friends. You know who you are. Haha. Ending is not so good. It makes me feel to be more excited for Eclipse. Anyhow, I had fun, really, because of the best reason that we were complete. I really missed those times .... and it just happened - again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•cla•ochie•yonel•zel•vrikang•jim•pengky•yanyan•dhei•&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408981916678479058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SxCQZSwh3NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tc8rBVYRp7g/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another thing that made me loved the movie is no other than &lt;strong&gt;Jacob Black.&lt;/strong&gt; Jacob Black makes sense in everyone in New Moon. A lot of girls hates him in Twilight. And just because he has already an 8-pack abs and a puffy dog eyes, they instantly switched to Team Jacob. What The 'Eff. And since Bella Swan sucks, Jacob doesn't deserve her. She forgets her bestfriend over her lovelife. But if I have to choose over vampire and werewolves, I'll go for vampires. Because &lt;strong&gt;I wanna live forever.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I actually lovin' more Jacob Black now. And even Taylor Lautner. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408988974578927922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SxCW0HfICTI/AAAAAAAAARA/16L0-_035Ys/s320/tumblr_ktffnuWGe01qzfyloo1_500+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I know you don't feel exactly the way I do" - Jacob Black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's really hard to love someone whom you're expecting to do it the same way as you do. Frustrating and Hurting. You're expecting a lot from this person then all of a sudden, the thing you really want most will never happen. Just an imagination. Stupid still. Sometimes you wanna end up those feelings but it's hard to fade away - &lt;em&gt;a friend's experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That person say sweet things about you, go out with you, cared for you and shows his affection. But still, the &lt;strong&gt;three magical words&lt;/strong&gt; are the best to hear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I ever wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-156561686151023834?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/156561686151023834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=156561686151023834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/156561686151023834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/156561686151023834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/11/bestfriend.html' title='The Bestfriend.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SxCQZSwh3NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tc8rBVYRp7g/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8409600299061956935</id><published>2009-11-23T10:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:01:11.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Butterflies in Stomach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chuck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's&lt;br /&gt;something in my stomach... fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;no. That butterflies should die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it really be killed?? ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't know what is the exact feeling of that effin' idiomatic expression. Am I right? Idiomatic? Whatever. But all I know is, that there is something strange in me. And I don't want to fall over with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you know when you're In Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't know. I just know".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked my friend about this. "You're In Love with him right? How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She said that if they were together, she's always happy. Then, there is something between them which she couldn't explain. But she feels it. It's like when he's with her, that guy completes her day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are these statements enough? I guess so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm HAPPY! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I put my hands up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’re playing my song,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the butterflies fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last-Song-Syndrome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm loving it more when I sing it with my Friends. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8409600299061956935?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8409600299061956935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8409600299061956935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8409600299061956935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8409600299061956935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/11/butterflies-in-stomach.html' title='Butterflies in Stomach.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8367228418392183691</id><published>2009-11-01T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:18:16.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa. Fam.'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Guy in the World. :)</title><content type='html'>He may not your best nor everybody likes him. But for me, He is the Best Guy I have known and I'm proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know the reasons why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. &lt;strong&gt;Go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He cooks very yummy foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He can do wacky poses in taking pictures whenver Me, Mama and Sis asked him to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever he's at home, he always cleans the house, do the dishes, sometimes the laundry, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; Before leaving for work, he still kisses us goodbye. Though he's in the States for now, I think I'll still be doing that even I'm already 18.. and counting. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- &lt;/strong&gt;He never forget to go online everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He NEVER ever spank me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- &lt;/strong&gt;Whenever I make lambing, he acts as if he's mad, as a matter of fact he ended up laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He loves watching cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He allows me to drink that my Mom won't. Except the hard-ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He can draw nice pictures and sketches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He is religious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; When we were kids, he always do our projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He already stopped smoking because we told him to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He doesn't drink often. &lt;em&gt;Daig pa ko.&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever Mom scolds us and makes &lt;em&gt;sumbong&lt;/em&gt;, he just laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He is an animal lover. No wonder why I love puppies and cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; I never see him yelling at Mom whenever they quarrel or at least &lt;em&gt;"tampuhan".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He still holds Mama's hand whenever they were together. Cheesy. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He is not maarte when it comes to clothes, shoes or whatsoever. Unlike me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He is very patient when we do shopping, really. He never complains how long the time we spend just by choosing stuffs. He just sits on a bench and wait untill we're finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He always text me if I go out - sleepover, gimmicks and swimming. He makes sure if I' am okay and always tell to take care of myself. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt; He is the most concern and caring and loving guy. Swear. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all of these things, I can proudly say that I have the &lt;strong&gt;Best Dad&lt;/strong&gt; in the world. He is not the perfect Dad but I' am so lucky to have him. He is not the strict Dad, but I do have great respect for him. I can't think of any negative thing that I could say about him. I' am wishing that the destined guy for me would be somewhat like him. I would still choose him to be my Father over and over and over again. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043176370146146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Su1BKd6KC2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/N1VOawJdgIo/s320/Untitled-57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Papa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; I love you for Life.&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I tell to my friends that my dad's birthday is on Novemrber 1st, they laughed at me. They didn't believe me. I wonder why. Haha. :DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a year since I started blogging. So, Clap-clap to my Blog. It's also your birthday. *smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8367228418392183691?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8367228418392183691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8367228418392183691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8367228418392183691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8367228418392183691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-guy-in-world.html' title='The Greatest Guy in the World. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Su1BKd6KC2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/N1VOawJdgIo/s72-c/Untitled-57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4830243190943073459</id><published>2009-10-26T13:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:32:01.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj Friends.'/><title type='text'>The Happy Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I wanna think of Happy Thoughts, I always remember the mem'ries I've had with my Friends - &lt;strong&gt;DEVERJ people!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had FUN as usual before the 3 weeks sem break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at school seems very much excited for the upcoming semestral break. Including Me. Excluding the geek ones, I guess. I feel that cramming and anxiety everyone encounters every Final Week. Some looked tired because of the schoolworks they have to finish upon, some worries about the Final Exams or some were just dedma - life goes on people, As they say. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But right after that stressful exams, defense/s, papers and whatsoever, we ALL deserve to have some fun and do ALL the things we wanna do. It's a relief finishing and completing your schoolworks THEN it's time for your freeeeeddddommmmm! &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodbye, hell week or at least, months? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our last day of 1st semester was on Thursday which was supposedly on Friday. I don't know the reason why our school imposed Thursday as the last day of 1st sem. Anyhow, to have some fun that day, we went to one of my friends house. Laughtrip all day, drink, YS, told stories about everything and pictures! Right after that day - Friday, October 23, 2009, we went to ATC. FUN, FUN, FUN - That's all I can say. McDo Love, Starbucks, YS and another thing that made my day complete was that, I bought a new pair of Purple Havs! Yay! Then after that, the sleepover. I can't tell exactly enough the feelings I felt on those days. Basta, &lt;strong&gt;no one could tell how happy I' am when I'm with 'em.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends drift apart sooner or later but what's important are the memories you've had during your friendship days. My friends made my day complete - as always. I couldn't live without them, SWEAR. Reasons of true friendship, &lt;em&gt;I think these are. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; You didn't notice how long the time you've spent a day with them - just because of laughing and telling funny and serious stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; You laugh even at simplest things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. You can comfortably tell even personal things - from Family Situations up to the Matters of the Heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Even they didn't say that they care, you feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Despite the fact that you said offended things about them, they still forgives you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; You smile whenever you remember each of the mem'ries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. You appreciates everything they did for you - even the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're in a big group of friends, avoid favoritism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; You always listen whenever they want to tell something personal or at least, a problem. In that way, you can also help even if you're not good at giving advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; You just not treat each other as friends, but also siblings or a family. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are my lists corresponds on yours? Hahaha. These are just my opinions in having a True Friend. I can't think of any that makes sense more. Haha. Two things that I hate about sembreaks are- for not having any of your allowances and for not seeing your friends. I just missed them right now. Anyhow, wishes them an enjoyable sembreak and also for me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's go back to my HAPPY THOUGHTS... :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396801938203292658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SuVKxPG_M_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/9loLxUahJSs/s320/IMG1136A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was on Thursday. More photos on my Facebook page. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396802148513200402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SuVK9ekxuRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BinelYRrCaQ/s320/23102009(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I sooooooo love these people. Ope, Yonel, Me and Ochie. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taken at the mirror of Rustan's Dept. Store. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396802283092882338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SuVLFT7Es6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/StgyzgydznM/s320/23102009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's Ope?? That was M&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; wearing a headband, &lt;strong&gt;Dhei&lt;/strong&gt; wearing a black shirt, beside her is &lt;strong&gt;Papiz&lt;/strong&gt; - her soon to be boyfriend and our newest Friend, I guess. haha. &lt;strong&gt;Ochie,&lt;/strong&gt; my BFF at my back. &lt;strong&gt;Yonel&lt;/strong&gt; at Ochie's back and that was &lt;strong&gt;Yanyan&lt;/strong&gt; wearing a blue plaid shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396802657623164754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SuVLbHKDR1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Xwloe2D4OBM/s320/23102009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Yonel - the best boy friend ever. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only shots I have for now. The other photos are on Ope's camera pa and are not yet uploaded. We weren't complete as you can see. &lt;strong&gt;It'll be happier if we were complete, I' am sure! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misses you and loves you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEAR. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wishing for FOREVER. ♥&lt;br /&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/7364862912680516646-4830243190943073459?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4830243190943073459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4830243190943073459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4830243190943073459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4830243190943073459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-thoughts.html' title='The Happy Thoughts.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SuVKxPG_M_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/9loLxUahJSs/s72-c/IMG1136A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4598857518374694138</id><published>2009-10-02T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:18:20.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj. Friends. Experiences.'/><title type='text'>BREAK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! I'm back a bit. Yeah. Just a bit. Still busy with school. I' am loaded with schoolworks - reasearch paper, proposal, play, exams, defense. That is why I haven't gone updating my blog. This past few weeks, I lessen my time using the internet because of school but because typhoon Ondoy gave so much disaster, our school imposed the 4 days class suspension. Our place was not badly hit by the typhoon. We didn't experience surfing through floods, staying at the roof, no food, electricity, whatever. Thank God. I have my friends staying at Marikina and texted them if they were okay. Unluckily, they didn't receive any of my messages due to the blackout at their place so they wasn't able to charge their phones. But they're now okay. I feel blessed and lucky that we weren't experienced as disaster here in Cavite. I couldn't imagined myself surfing away through floods and having my things broken. I hope as I send information who are still in dire need of foods and clothing through Twitter will help a lot. &lt;strong&gt;We can help in our own in any way possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Change topic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday is a horrible/happy day.&lt;/strong&gt; I know most of the students enjoy the 4 days class suspension. Meanwhile, I' am not. No allowances, extension of Final Week which will make the semestral break shorter and make-up classes. I' am not so happy about it. Anyway, just because I' am sick staring at the computer all day long, we went to one of my friend's house. As I said, I had fun. I met new friend's friend. I'm not going to tell why I felt horrible last night. Let's keep it a secret here.&lt;strong&gt; &gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my friends is suffering from a broken heart. Her 3 year relationship with his boyfriend already fastly ended. She cried over a lot of times. As she told the whole story yesterday, we couldn't help crying. &lt;em&gt;I felt pity for my friend, really.&lt;/em&gt; I was hurt when she told us that her family's also been suffering from pain. That is the hardest part in a relationship. When you know that guy would be your last but supposedly he's not. They always say that if you'll enter a relationship, be ready to be hurt. But does it mean that even though you did your best to have a happy and contented relationship you still get hurt? Unfair right? &lt;strong&gt;Advices and hugs will help a bit, I know.&lt;/strong&gt; We give advices but I know those advices were not enough to endure the pain. I just always tell her that she only needs acceptance. Time will heal all the wounds. Just wait friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After she cried, we ended up laughing again. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4598857518374694138?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4598857518374694138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4598857518374694138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4598857518374694138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4598857518374694138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/10/break.html' title='BREAK.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-622225877472578868</id><published>2009-09-07T11:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:50:07.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GreatestLeader. Iglesia ni Cristo. Love.'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Leader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SqSPl9PfDaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WPZZMiWNkU8/s1600-h/kaerdie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378581737244659106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SqSPl9PfDaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WPZZMiWNkU8/s320/kaerdie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, at exactly 12 in the afternoon will be the interment of our beloved Executive Minister Bro. Eraño G. Manalo. As I watched his interment on television right now, it made me cry as if someone very close to me passed away. He may not known me personally but still, &lt;strong&gt;I felt his love and care in each of us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, someone texted me that Ka Erdy passed away and I couldn't believe. Or at least it's hard to accept the merefact that he had already gone. I kept on laughing at school with my friends but still, I felt the hurt inside. I texted my mom without knowing that she already heard the news. She forgot to texted me, even my sister. As I went home, I have watched on the internet on how Ka Bienvenido Santiago proclaimed the news and then, I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not seen him personally when he was alive. I dreamed of holding his hand, patting my head and to attend church with him as the officiating minister. I thought it will still happen. I thought it's not yet the time for him. It's hard to seeing him as my first time - with him lying on the casket. That was the first and last time but still I' am grateful. &lt;em&gt;I cried a lot, really.&lt;/em&gt; I keep on saying to myself that God has a great purpose for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would not regret the long waited hours I've spent just to see him for a second. All I can say is, Thank you. Thank you for administering and caring our God's church and even all of us for the sake of our soul. I feel so blessed and proud that I' am a member of Iglesia ni Cristo. We may not see his presence but his teachings will be forever in our hearts. He may not seen me nor I may not hold his hand but I know someday, it will happen. We miss you and we will gonna miss you. &lt;strong&gt;I know we will meet, soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-622225877472578868?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/622225877472578868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=622225877472578868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/622225877472578868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/622225877472578868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/09/greatest-leader.html' title='The Greatest Leader.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SqSPl9PfDaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WPZZMiWNkU8/s72-c/kaerdie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4869544968735481005</id><published>2009-09-04T16:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:15:38.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes.'/><title type='text'>People Do Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I often see this someone at a particular place where I usually go, it kept on confusing me that something in that person has changed. That person used to be my friend or at least an acquiantance. I've been thinking that for the past few days. I'll just missed everything from how we started as &lt;em&gt;"friends".&lt;/em&gt; Okay, that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People change unexpectedly or at least the way they want to be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing that I have encountered was during my Lola's wake. My Dad didn't get any chance to see his mother's funeral because he's in abroad. However, I know he was hurt. As I visit my Lola - together with my Mom, younger sister and my Mom's side relatives, it seems that the people there were so cold as we arrived. I thought I' am the only one who felt that strange feeling. It seems odd and uncomfortable. The treatment we were expecting that time was so unexpected. It's hard not to see my Lola's funeral. I was hurt when I saw my Lola fighting for cancer and for not remembering us during her sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We don't have any communication at all. I' am not angry with them nor jealous whenever they were having their "reunion". I' am still thankful that I have a much better tita's, tito's and cousins on my mom's side relatives. They can make me laugh as always, give parental advice and treat each other like friends. And I think that's what family is for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changing has a matter of choices.&lt;/strong&gt; It's either you want to be likable to everyone or you want to improve yourself. You have so many choices to choose from but what's important is you change for the better. And I know that everybody has something in themselves that they can actually be proud of. Just learn how to give out what nice person you are and it will come to you as well the nice-est personality you've been expecting to get from other people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4869544968735481005?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4869544968735481005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4869544968735481005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4869544968735481005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4869544968735481005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-do-change.html' title='People Do Change'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8851355192967089051</id><published>2009-08-24T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:16:19.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobrangcheesyngpostko.'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Every girl dreams about finding her Prince Charming. But What if that Prince refuses to come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confusing question. Why there is a "What If" word? It just makes a person be confused but somehow it does makes sense. It helps you to realize and interpret a statement. Anyway, let's really talk about love. &lt;em&gt;(Cheeeeeeesssssyyy)&lt;/em&gt; As a teenager for 7 years, I myself still doesn't know what True Love is - when it comes on a part of Romantic Love. Yet I know the feelings of Intimate Love. Somewhat, I know what true love is when it comes to my family and friends. Most of the people have been told me that if you love someone, you sacrifices everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe them, really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of literal explanations about love. Complicated, Mysterious, Colourful and even Game. But honestly, as long as you feel it, you really can't tell what is the exact feeling, you just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Charming&lt;/strong&gt; is a famous fictional character whom is always a part of our childhood imagination. A handsome, brave and a horse-back-rider guy. And I do believe that this effing Prince Charming really influence us as we grow up. People tend to search for a perfect someone. Tend to find what they really looks for yet they believe that perfect persons never exist. Have you realized that as you keep searching still no one comes?&lt;em&gt; (Ouch. It hurts. I stabbed myself.)&lt;/em&gt; Or you keep on wishing for a typical person but you end up with someone who's not even half of your typical choice. It's just like this, it is much more important that we can't resist to fall for that person instead of being desperate to find what you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that certain person has a certain partner, that is why destiny exists.&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't mean it has to be perfect. The important thing is, you have to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't search for love. Let love search for you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's talk about you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets talk about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's talk about how we can be one big family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's talk about love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8851355192967089051?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8851355192967089051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8851355192967089051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8851355192967089051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8851355192967089051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-talk-about-love.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Love.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-2777528061663985147</id><published>2009-08-15T19:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:28:32.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate.'/><title type='text'>If It's Meant to Be, it's Meant to Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can we control our fate? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been thinking this for nowadays after we have discussed it on my LITT102 class. It is a merefact and inevitable that we make our own decisions; we chose for a much better path in our future. At this time, I know I haven't got enough capabilities to do the very-best but somehow I still learned whenever I got rejections and flaws. It's quite odd for me if we can control our destiny. Nobody knows what will happen in the future and I guess fate as well. Life is a choice, we decide of our own destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe it, somehow. But on a second thought, still there is God to hold on that choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My LITT102 Professor told us that the crazy people down from the street are the happiest living people in the world. For some reasons that they didn't think of such problems almost all people encountered - studies, bills, lovelife, family, friends and so on, so forth. They don't mind dancing nude in the streets. They were so stoic they don't care what they look like in front of anybody. But still they can lived with it and get used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;crazy person&lt;/strong&gt; without minding what you will look like but still happy and not problematic or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;almost-perfect person&lt;/strong&gt; but not contented of everything he had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's hard to choose, really. I haven't encountered the first choice or at least not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who knows? I will be having my Clinical Psychology next year. Probably I can also be as crazy like the mentally incapacitated people as I study that subject. We'll see. &lt;em&gt;Heehee&lt;/em&gt;. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazier, Crazier, Crazier"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-2777528061663985147?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/2777528061663985147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=2777528061663985147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2777528061663985147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2777528061663985147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-its-meant-to-be-its-meant-to-be.html' title='If It&apos;s Meant to Be, it&apos;s Meant to Be.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8525072078340019245</id><published>2009-07-18T16:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:19:18.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj&apos;sAnniversary.'/><title type='text'>Happy One Year Deverj! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been a year na pala since we started this so called barkada - "&lt;strong&gt;DEVERJ&lt;/strong&gt;". Grabe. Parang kelan lang talaga. It's still fresh on my mind last year when we celebrated it. Actually, that's not exactly the date our group started to merge as one. Read it here para malaman nio kung pano kami nabuo. One my previous posts - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://clarizel.blogspot.com/search/label/Always%20and%20Forever."&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359726381070710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SmGSvx0CdXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/i25FVMbbTxM/s320/1_423651815l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JULY 17, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@McDo for Ope's 18th Bday Celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's Aubrey's 18th Birthday. Treat nia kami sa McDo with Pizza and ung gift namin na cake. Super saya nian kasi we spent almost5 hours sa SM. Prelim Exam din namin. I can' believe that One year had passed and we're still together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359727884796280002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SmGUHToJvMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BHAvikKLyTQ/s320/jheem0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359728124767902194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SmGUVRl2GfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/K-b1lAocJx0/s320/IMG0876A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359728245333459522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SmGUcSu6gkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GbDpVUYGQxU/s320/jheem0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JULY 17, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ Ope's Place for her 19th Bday Celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is it! One year na nga talaga kami. Wooooo. We rock! \m/. 8 lang kami before but now 11 kami - ung dalawa dyan epal lang. Joke. Sayang kc si hermz wala pa din. haha. There are three similar things that happened last year and for this year -- First, last year was also our prelim exam, Ope's birthday Celebration and a crazy rainy weather. After a year, ganon din. Coincidence? Galing naman. So, Yesterday is a super duper memorable day again for deverj. Foodtrip, Videoke, Lucky 9 na favorite game namin, Pinoy Henyo na napakahirap kasi c Yanyan lang naman ang gumawa and pati na ung Careless Whisper ginawa namin so meron na din kaming scandal. HAHAHA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sa first pic, nadagdag si Yanyan with Adrian na galit na galit na sa min kc tagataya lang siya sa Lucky 9 at Pinoy Henyo. HAHAHA. Infairness nanalo naman siya once. Nadagdag ung laughtrip kasi sumama siya. Then the second pic, cake na ung nakasulat on top "Happy Anniversary Deverj". Sa side, "Happy Birthday Peng, Ope and Zel". Ininclude na din namin ung dalawa kasi kawawa naman. Assuming si Peng, gusto niya daw ganon. OKAY. On third pic, wth Papiz na, ex ni Zel na suitor ni Dhei na boyfriend ko na. JOKE! Anyway, I will do something pero I don't know how to explain. Cguro iddifferentiate ko kung ano kami before then ung recent.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPE&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year AUBREY pa name nia but now npakadami na at eeww na for us ang Aubrey. HAHA. Ope, Vrity, Vritz, Vritang ng Istanbul at Vritang na mo. Ang cute cute talaga ni Ope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCHIE &lt;/strong&gt;- Last year payat pa siya ngayon napakalas na din lumamon. HAHA. Dati Roxanne or Rox. Yuck ha. Ochie, Ochieta, Ochieng but now she's my bestfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YONEL&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year boyfriend ko siya. HAHA. But now he's my best-est guy friend. Ganon pa din naman siya, feeling Gwapo pa din. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DHEI&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year and present year, ganon pa din. Walang pinagbago. Tahimik pa din. Ganon pa din siya kaliit BUT may bangs na siya. Tarush! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZEL&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year maliit pa bunganga niya pero ngayon, WTF grabe sa laki. HAHA. Sister ko na siya ngayon kaya labs na labs ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENG&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year ordinary person lang siya but now model na siya ng glutathione. Pero, we realized na true friend si Pengkita. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIM&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year chubby lang siya pero ngayon BABOY na! Sa pang-ookray ganon pa din kaya happy kami. :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERMZ&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year wala siya sa celebration namin, for this year wala pa din siya. HAHA. Birthday niya naman next eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANYAN&lt;/strong&gt; - Last year nasa ibang tropa pa siya. Hindi namin siya inagaw, meant to be lang talaga siya na maging part ng barkada. Last member na siya and ngayon nakikiride-on na siya. Super okay na siya sa grupo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;CLA&lt;/strong&gt;) - Last year short straight hair ako. Ngayon, kulot na. HAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's it. Nacompare ko naman cguro kung ano kami before then ung recent. Hopefully next year ganito pa din. Mamimiss ko na naman 'toh. I' am looking forward on more happenings and bondings. LOL. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy One Year Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Loves you all. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8525072078340019245?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8525072078340019245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8525072078340019245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8525072078340019245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8525072078340019245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-one-year-deverj-3.html' title='Happy One Year Deverj! &lt;3'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SmGSvx0CdXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/i25FVMbbTxM/s72-c/1_423651815l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8764834740764084103</id><published>2009-07-16T18:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:17:46.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LuckyDay.'/><title type='text'>L U C K Y :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. I feel so "bloggy" these past few days. Bear with me. haha. I titled my post "Lucky" not because I' am LSS on Britney's Spears song LUCKY. HAHA! I' am lucky today for some reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- 3 EXAMS Down, 2 to Go.&lt;/strong&gt; My computer, tech write and expe exams were not difficult than I have expected. It's not that easy nor hard. Okay lang. And I know and I' am confident that I' am going to pass those exams. However, I'm not expecting for a perfect grade though. LOL. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- LUCKY 9 is a Lucky game for me&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. Nabawi ko ung nataya ko. For 5 hours break, my friends and I spent those at my place. As usual, tawanan na naman. Foodtrip, Lucky 9, Pinoy Henyo &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Review-reviewhan. So excited for tomorrow because we're going to celebrate our 1 year anniversary! Deverj! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- I've finally got my new dress&lt;/strong&gt; I ordered from one of the online shopping site I saw. I super duper love it. HAHA. Sorry I'm too lazy to take a shot and post the pic here. No need. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's it. Enough for now. Kelangan ko pang mag-review. Two subjects to go - World Litt and Educ Psych. Tsk. However, we will enjoy ourselves tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 1 year!!!! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8764834740764084103?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8764834740764084103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8764834740764084103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8764834740764084103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8764834740764084103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/07/l-u-c-k-y-okay.html' title='L U C K Y :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4014571965267271973</id><published>2009-07-12T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:24:52.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. Movie. Friends. GossipGirl.'/><title type='text'>Thursday &lt;3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whatta Happy Day last Thursday because my friends and I went to see Transformers AND our Unethical Violation Research Report in EXPE turns out to be effortless. haha. Really. It was like I' am expecting a "thesis defense" questions. &lt;em&gt;"Grabe magtanong si Perez, memorize dapat yung report and straight english sa explanation".&lt;/em&gt; - according to my friends. Shocked ako. Sudden tension. Xhet. Sabi ko, okay, to avoid humiliation, I should prepare myself though we just started finalizing our report the night before the presentation. During our report, go with the flow lang. Then question and answer portion na........&lt;em&gt;drumroll please&lt;/em&gt;.......Tadaa! She just asked ONE question. Unexpected! hahahaha. Diba' ang saya? Muka namang nakapasa kami. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday pa din. After of our last class, we went straight to the mall to watch Transformers. We weren't complete, sayang, with Jim, Yonel and Ochie lang. But still, it ended up as an ecstatic day. Tarush. haha. Grabeng Transformers yan. Ang Tagaalll! It started at exactly 5:25 and ended up at 7:45 or 7:50. Almost 2 hours so in able to kill boredom, kwentuhan, tumawa, magtakutan at tumawa ulet. LOL. We prefer to take the seats on upper level - kami lang talaga tao dun actually. NapakaINGAY namin. LOL. About the movie, okay naman. Astig si Bumblebee and nakakatibo si Megan Fox. Xhet. haha. I'm not gonna spoil out the story kasi ung sister ko di pa napapanood, ayaw magpakwento. Amp. haha. So aun, go watch it na lang. Worth it naman. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tell Jesus that the Bitch is back" -- Georgina Sparks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omG. Hooray for Georgina!!! And since napanood ko na naman ang episode 23 ng GG last night, di na naman ako mkamove-on kay G. Really can't wait on Season 3!!!! haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4014571965267271973?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4014571965267271973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4014571965267271973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4014571965267271973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4014571965267271973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-3.html' title='Thursday &lt;3.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-9003525305350286193</id><published>2009-07-02T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:25:18.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa. fam. friends.'/><title type='text'>What I miss About most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kapag nasanay ka ng makasama ang mga taong naging parte na ng buhay mo, hindi na pala sapat ang magkita lang kayo -- Anonymous".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quotable Quote which strikes me most right now. Drama much. &lt;em&gt;Haha.&lt;/em&gt; I was strucked by it while I was browsing on one of my ex link's blog. That quote refers to her boyfriend. Eh because wala akong jowa ngayon, about sa Friends ko na lang. &lt;strong&gt;Deverj Friends&lt;/strong&gt; in particular. Hello guysssss!! Uluuuuul. Grabe. I' am missing them so much, really. :( Namimiss ko yung after naming mag-lunch sa Jats, tambay muna and mag-Pinoy Henyo or Lucky 9 until we're the only customers left, nonstop daldalan, laughing-out-loud, okrayan, etc. - all of these things we always do, namimiss ko na. And since our college has been reshuffled, we can meet na lang every lunch break, every after subject and after the last class for the day. On first week of classes, we were supposed to meet every lunch break everyday and that was for 3 hours. Everyday, there's a lot of time for us to do the things we do often. A week after that, we thought of add dropping one of our subjects. Mostly lang sa tropa. Of course, our schedules were changed. Last year, everyday of my school year turns out to be complete because of 'em. As well in our classroom, nakakamiss din pala ung mga blockmates ko before. Nostalgia again. :) With all of these feelings I' am encountering right now, I should not affect this on my studies. However, I still can't think of a reason for me to like the Reshuffle of classes. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/another topic.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister gave me an idea to blog about my &lt;strong&gt;Papa.&lt;/strong&gt; My sister and I were browsing some online shopping sites when my Papa's instant message pops-out on our computer screen. As always, whenever my Papa is online we just let my Mom to talk to him while my sis and I were busy doing some stuffs, whatever. And it's unusual for my Dad to see us three in front of the pc chatting with him. We mentioned that we will order shoes from one of the online shopping site we saw. BUT we're gonna use our savings to pay for it. And since we're going to buy dresses too, we convinced Papa to give us a cash. That was just a joke, we're just trying if Papa will say yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "Pa, 500 each na kami. What do you think? C'mon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;Mama,&lt;/strong&gt; laughing beside us )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa:&lt;/strong&gt; laughs*. O cge, hati kayong tatlo sa $100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh god. Unexpected talaga. $100 is more than enough. LOL. Super madali naman ako sa pagcompute and pagdivide. Too bad my mom wants $50 for her and $25 each for us. So magulang talaga. haha. joke. Anyway, my &lt;strong&gt;PAPA&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;KIND-est Guy in the world.&lt;/strong&gt; I swear. Of course, it's Bias and a one-sided opinion but he's my Dad right? I mean, I know everything about him for God's sake. He's not that strict even though he still doesn't allow me to have a-legal-boyfriend. A LEGAL. haha. I' am afraid of him not in a way of he will get mad at me, yell at me, or even spank me. He NEVER spank me. I don't know why I easily obey his rules, conditions and advices. Probably because of the merefact that he is so kind, it's a shame for me to not return it as an exchange of the great things he do as a father. Anyone who will say bad things to him, I will say it back to you. Not just my Papa, as well my mom. :) I know I' am not a Papa's girl and a spoiled daughter but all I know is he did spoil me with love and care. He's the GREATEST. Belated Happy Father's Day Papa. Misses you.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-9003525305350286193?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/9003525305350286193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=9003525305350286193' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/9003525305350286193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/9003525305350286193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-happened-for-this-week.html' title='What I miss About most.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3364066740055433818</id><published>2009-06-09T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:49:46.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Things that I realized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Things that I realized yesterday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, these are the things that went all through my mind yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna go there, where you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna find out what you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And maybe someday down the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll sit back and say to my self, 'yeah I thought so'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- I wanna know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last-Song-Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd YEAR IN COLLEGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- I'd realized that the time paces soooo fast.&lt;/strong&gt; (I' am quite confused and doubted if "Paces" was the right word. Phases? Ah whatever. Continue. :) Oo. Imagine, It's still fresh on my mind back when I was a 3rd year transferee student. I was really nervous that time for some reasons- New classmates, new friends, new teachers, new environment,etc. I still remembered the exact scenarios that happened on my first day as a transferee 3rd year student. It seems like I was isolated that time. haha. So, one week to go and the classes will be starting again. It feels like I was feeling again the exact feeling I went through before. Eh kasi new blockmates na naman ang haharapin ko ngaun which is why I' am too lazy pa to go to school. Our block has been reshuffled. Actually, all Psych Majors. Honestly, I'am not-so-worried on my new blockmates. It's okay to have New friends naman db? I' am worried 'coz of my friends. Baka kc everything will changed, everyone will changed. (wag naman sana, fingers cross*) I was actually hoping that we still have time for each other, for our friendship. The reshuffle thing was really okay for me, it doesn't bother me IF my friends and I were still together as blockmates. Isn't that great that everytime you enter your class, you always see your best buds smiling at you and each of you can't wait for the class to end 'coz you have a lot of things to talk to and laugh to? Ooohhh. Enough na. Nostalgic na ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XENOCENTRIC. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- I'd realized that I' am xenocentric.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes and I' am proud to say it! Woooo. \m/ Though I was a true-born-Filipino, I'd still prefer to admire the creatures outside MY country. Oo, creatures kc I so loovvveee the actors, actresses, and singers out there kesa dito. Plus, the movies, books and TV series. Lemme tell you what and who ARE my LIKES -- Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy, Heroes, Taylor Lautner, Jacob Black, Twilight Saga, Chuck Bass, Chace Crawford, Nate Archibald, David Cook, David Archie, Kris Allen, Blair Waldorf, and so on and so forth. I just named my current obsessions. Last night, ka-text ko ung kakilala ko from church and nag-away kami 'coz nilalait nia c JACOB BLACK. I think I send a GM about him saying he is sooo Hot! And then he replied, "Cno naman un? Ang cheap ha?" OMG. Annoyed. Anger. Hatred. Sudden burst of emotion after he said that. WTF. Then I said, "Ikaw nga c Marian Rivera. Duhh". I hate Marian Rivera 'coz I think she's so stupid? Yes she got looks but please, don't speak na lang. I' am not saying this in a meeaaannyy-way and I was just telling the truth. To all the Marian fans out there, don't get angry with me. :) So people and friends, let's see WHOOOO's CHEAPER? Taylor Lautner or Marian Rivera? (POLL starts now... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD BE MANAGEABLE. :)&lt;br /&gt;--- I'd realized that two months had passed but I never get a chance to finish what should be finish.&lt;/strong&gt; Isa na dito ang pagarrange ng aking mga damit. Grabe. I always say na tomorrow or next week ko na aayusin but still ganun pa din xa kagulo. haha. Cguro nga kc madami pang oras para ayusin. Then, ung Breaking Dawn. I started reading it since the vacation started. So I guess, end of March un and June 09 na ngaun, I'm on chapter 35 pa lang. 4 chapters to go na lang naman. haha. Blessing in disguise cguro ung extended vacation for me to finished reading it and to pile my clothes before I get too busy again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATE SLEEPING TIME. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- I'd realized that it will be hard for me to adjust my sleeping hours when the school starts.&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk. I've been practicing to sleep early since last week but I always failed. :) I always slept around 2 or 3am. This past few days, hihiga na ko by 12 midnight. Not-yet-sleepy but still forcing myself to sleep. haha. Goodluck db? Here are the things na ginagawa ko (1) Listened to music until my phone's battery got emptied, (2) Imagined sort of things, (3) Texting, pampaantok actually and lastly (4) Reminiscing some happy moments with my loved-ones. Yan lang naman ung lagi kong ginagawa before matulog. And after 2 hours tulog na pala ko. Wala din. haha. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-3364066740055433818?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3364066740055433818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3364066740055433818' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3364066740055433818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3364066740055433818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-i-realized.html' title='Things that I realized.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-2186349568425798045</id><published>2009-06-03T16:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:51:59.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon trailer'/><title type='text'>Two things I can't get over with. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;TWO THINGS I CAN'T GET OVER WITH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;• GOSSIP GIRL •&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343017005691224610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiY1qH0YwiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wayWjrF2ga8/s200/chuck-and-blair-kissing_521x621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of CHUCK and BLAIR kissing while saying the 3 words, 8 letters to Blair. And finally! haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck:&lt;/strong&gt; I was a coward running away again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But everywhere I went, you caught up with me. So I had to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to believe you, but I can't. You've hurt me too many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck:&lt;/strong&gt; Then believe me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt; That's it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck:&lt;/strong&gt; [pauses] &lt;strong&gt;I love you, too.&lt;/strong&gt; (they kiss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you say it twice? (laughs) No, I'm serious, say it twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;/strong&gt; (kissing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just finished watching Gossip Girl's Season 2 Finale Episode. You heard it right. FINALE. And Season 3 will start on August 31. But I' am sure that the airing here in the Phil was kinda delayed. So I guess it will start here by the end of October. Ghadd. 5 months to wait?? Tsk. But it's okay na din. Advance lang ako manood. And probably it's the time for me to continue watching Grey's Anatomy and Heroes. I left them behind over Gossip girl series. The finale episode on ETC will probably end on July pa. Anyway, the finale was so so GREAT. I have a lot of things to look forward to on Season 3. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The bitch Georgina is back and she's going to be Blair's roommate on NYU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Jenny Humphrey is the new Queen B. And I think she's not as mean as Blair's. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Dan and Serena's half brother-Scott might be planning something on Rufus and Lily - his biological parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Nate and Vanessa might be together again. But I' am hoping on Nate's exciting role on Season3. His role on Season 2 was quite boring. So, another concept please? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. And of course, Chuck and Blair's love story. Aww. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so on and so forth........&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• NEW MOON •&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Official New Moon Trailer.&lt;/strong&gt; I posted it so you can watch it over and over again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is it. May trailer na! haha. I got more excited after seeing this. I screamed when I saw Jacob. &lt;em&gt;(I love Jacob Black and Taylor Lautner so much. haha)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/strong&gt; is so-God-damn-HOT! That's why I screamed. Heeheee. Naamaze aq sa trailer specifically Jacob's phasing as werewolf. Grabe. I finished reading the 4 books including New Moon so on what I saw on this trailer, I' am sure that in some part of the story had been changed. Like the scene when Laurent saw Bella in the meadow. Laurent tried to hurt her but she ran while screaming at Jake. Apparently, Jacob didn't run instead he phased into a werewolf and that was amazing. :) Supposedly, on the book, the wolf pack saw Bella with Laurent. Laurent ran and Jacob as wolf, stares at Bella without knowing that it was him. Then the wolves ran over Laurent and killed him. On the other part, Jacob told Bella that he is a WOLF on Bella's room. That's it. It was too obvious thay they changed it. I' am expecting naman na there are some parts na babaguhin. They can't seem to fit the 500+ pages book on a 2 hour-film. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-2186349568425798045?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/2186349568425798045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=2186349568425798045' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2186349568425798045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2186349568425798045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-things-i-cant-get-over-with.html' title='Two things I can&apos;t get over with. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiY1qH0YwiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wayWjrF2ga8/s72-c/chuck-and-blair-kissing_521x621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4556219030124007552</id><published>2009-05-30T01:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:23:43.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness.'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;25 Random Things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got this again from my sister's blog. It was fun listing down the things you find out in yourself. And I do really find myself &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. haha! Anyway, I've got 1000 and these are just 25 facts about myself. So, I guess it's up to you to find out the 975 left. Enjoy! Oh BTW, Don't forget to leave a comment. &lt;em&gt;Toodles!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I get good grades 'coz I study a lot. But I'm not as "&lt;strong&gt;GENIUS&lt;/strong&gt;" as what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I read books when I find it interesting. Compared to my younger sister who can read every existing book in the world. Booksmart! Ugh! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to be a Doctor but I 'am afraid of bloods and syringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. I' am appreciative. You don't have to worry if you can give even the littlest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; It's been my dream to be a Chef &lt;em&gt;(like my Papa),&lt;/em&gt; but I don't know how to cook. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. I never experienced being confined in a hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanna try bungee jumping, parasailing, scuba diving and sky diving. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the time, I find MATH better than ENGLISH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;. I laugh exaggerately. LOL. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;. Before I go to sleep, I always listen to my music. It's like my lullaby. haha. I can't even sleep without my phones beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; I prefer watching Ghost movies than Serial killer stuffs. I can't stand seeing the characters being killed by knife or chainsaw OR eaten by cannibals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; I only like a song unless I listen to it over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt;. I love Gummy candies but I don't eat Mint candies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know how to ride a Bike because I once fell to a "canal" and got traumatized by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was a kid, I didn't make it to be the Quiz Bee Champion 'coz I misspelled the word "Mathematics" into "Mathetics". Before the day of the competition, I reviewed too much, I even talk the answers when I'm asleep. I guess a lot has been rumbled through my mind. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; I really want to be an ATENISTA but I end up being a &lt;strong&gt;LASALISTA&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a Scoliosis. Probably I got it when I once fell from a tree. My friends and I were sitting and swinging the large tree branch and then I slipped my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; As a kid, I used to feel dizzy whenever we were riding on airconditioned vehicles. I really hate the smell of air freshener. I even throw up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; My Tito suggest Clariselle as my official name 'coz it was the name of his high school crush back then. My parents agreed and I find it unique as I grew up. And I hate it when people misspelling it. Arte. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; My &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST DREAM&lt;/strong&gt; is to Travel in Any Part of the World. REALLY. Enormous cities in United States and Europe, in particular. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; I' am "mabalbon". I don't actually like it but a lot of people says, "It's an asset". Oh? They made me smile. LOL. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; I' am good at memorization. I even actually know the birthday of my friends. That's why I prefer to answer "identification" type exams rather than "multiple choice" type. hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; Back when I was a Prep student, my Mom used to be angry at me whenever she's teaching me how to read. 'Coz it's really really hard for me to read the word "THE". As in. I was crying the whole time. Stupid Me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; I only learned Swimming about a year ago. Thank God it's our PE subject. Too bad that's my lowest grade in College - ever. Loser me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; I still do really want a Fairytale Ending. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4556219030124007552?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4556219030124007552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4556219030124007552' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4556219030124007552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4556219030124007552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4680613104427972678</id><published>2009-05-23T00:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:46:47.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The David's Concert Experience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338689490404079138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/ShbVzlGldiI/AAAAAAAAANs/w_iMouRrSRU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DavidCook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DavidArchuleta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Videos&lt;/span&gt; were uploaded on my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;multiply account.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://clashelle.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://clashelle.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;051609 @ the MOA Concert Grounds. We had a lot of FUN. Really. All I could say was WOOOOOWWWW! They were truly amazing. Grabe. As in. Woooo. \m/. Take note, they performed all their songs LIVE! But it seems like we were listening on their recorded album. It's all worth it talaga - everything! We waited for three hours before the show starts. Imagine, 3 hours??? WTH. And another 4 hours for their performance. Nadehydrate na kami lahat2 pero GO pa din. We're still screaming-out-loud! We really did ENJOY - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so MUCH.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, it was a Saturday night concert pero Tuesday na, still can't get over the fact that we haven't moved-on-yet. haha! Monday morning, I went to school 'coz it's our enrollment sched. So aun, super kwento. &lt;em&gt;(Sa Tropa, I'm with Jim and Yonel lang.)&lt;/em&gt; Still screaming and giggling. I downloaded all their songs. Each of them had their own folder sa MP4 ko. See? Di naman ako fan nila masyado. :) I even made a Twitter account 'coz I saw that DavidArchie has a Twitter. Here's my twitter BTW. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/clarizel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://twitter.com/clarizel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ]]&lt;/span&gt; I do like them &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;! :) I'm not really an American Idol fan but I do watched them way back last season - not as much as often! :) So, David Archie was my bet back then but when it was down on it's final two, I don't really care who wins. Either of them would be great. They were both amazing naman eh. Anyway, let's just go back to the "concert topic" thing. hehe. I like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David Archie's Touch my hand, A thousand Miles, Angels &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Stand by me Performances.&lt;/span&gt; And&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; David Cook's Light on, Always be my baby, Heroes, Declaration &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; A Daily Anthem&lt;/span&gt; which Archie made a special appearance at the ending part of the song. DC dedicated that song to his brother who recently passed away. &lt;em&gt;(Adam Cook).&lt;/em&gt; All of the people out there and us were waving our hands up high, while singing the&lt;em&gt; Oooohhhh, oohhhhhh, oohhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt; part of the "A daily antheM". Listen to that song para nkakrelate ka. :)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (Check out my vids on my multiply)&lt;/span&gt; LSS!!! Woooo. \m/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338696356568767010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/ShbcDPj0GiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/C07GWgUNP4U/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm with my mom, sis, couz', mom's friend and my two buddies. That was incredible talaga not because they made all the girls giggly, &lt;em&gt;(even the guys were screaming! really.)&lt;/em&gt; but because they performed with such a blast! We could really feel that they sing with their hearts. haha! Archie says, "&lt;em&gt;Cook and I can't thank you guys enough for it".&lt;/em&gt; And just like what David Cook says, "&lt;em&gt;Salamat pow! So much!"&lt;/em&gt; haha. I liked it. :) It will be memorable for me and for everyone who watched 'coz they gave us the show we deserved. I ' am wishing and hoping for another concert!!!! And when that time comes, I'll make sure I will be their executive producer. LOL. Kiddin'! Yay! Do come back here guyssss!!!!! \m/. I didn't regret the hours and the money my mom spent &lt;em&gt;(hehe. Thanks din kay Papa),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHUCK CULLEN? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699200221459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Shbeow_ctFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eQ6ncLlil5Q/s320/chuckcullen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ED WESTWICK&lt;/span&gt; can be an alternative to play the role of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Edward Cullen.&lt;/span&gt; Di ba? Pwede din xa. I've seen once on the net that a lot has been reacting why Robert Pattinson played the "Edward Cullen" role. I have nothing against him 'coz he still fits to play the role. He's okay. He and Bella or should I say Kristen looks good together. But on second thought, I'd realized that there are much better young hollywood actors to play the famous role. And one of them was Ed Westwick. Pwede din daw c Chace Crawford. Uhm. I don't think so. I prefer RobPattz to be the "EDWARD" rather than Chace. To BE ha. It doesn't mean I do more like RobPattz than Chace. I love Edward Cullen - not Robert Pattinson. 'kay? 'kay. haha. Anyway, that was my suggestion. And still, Ed Westwick was already known as "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHUCK BASS"&lt;/span&gt; of Gossip Girl. A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charming&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;slash-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;womanizer&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;slash-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wealthy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;slash-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who fell inlove with the sarcastic Queen B "Blair Waldorf&lt;/span&gt; "turned into a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dazzling&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;slash-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;slash-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vampire&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;slash-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who fell in love with the lamb vulnerable "Bella Swan"?&lt;/span&gt; What do you think is so much better for Ed Westwick?? ;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BTW, Season 2 Episode 25 entitled "The goodbye Gossip Girl" was the finale episode of the current season. Sighs! :/ I had finished Episode 22 but I still didn't wanna watch the last 3 episodes. Wala na kong aabangan! Ugh! And season 3 will start on August pa! Xhet. I can't wait that loooonnnnngggg. Excited pa naman talaga ko on &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ChuckBlair-BlairChuck&lt;/span&gt; love story. I guess sa Season 3 pa ung 3 words, 8 letters ni Chuck for Blair. Vice versa. I'm not sure though if they will start doing Season 3 on August pero sana mag-shoot na sila right after the finale episode! haha. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Episode 22. Georgina is back! Nakakagulat lang kc mabait na daw xa. So, she's not a Bitch anymore! haha. And I definitely had a "&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;KILIG"&lt;/span&gt; feeling on NATE, BLAIR and CHUCK. It's like Nate and Chuck are competing to win over Blair's heart. Oooohhhh. So aun, parang confused na si Blair. haha. Cge na nga, will watch the last 3 episodes one of these days. Enough blogging na nga. Inaantok na pala ko. Goodbye for now! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4680613104427972678?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4680613104427972678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4680613104427972678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4680613104427972678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4680613104427972678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/05/davids-concert-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/ShbVzlGldiI/AAAAAAAAANs/w_iMouRrSRU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-916212348291044671</id><published>2009-05-15T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:17:41.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy thoughts.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335721939929597074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SgxK1aHDBJI/AAAAAAAAANE/Nhun-O-w1WM/s200/bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Discover a place that will never leave you, and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that will change you &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Close your &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;eyes,&lt;/span&gt; but keep your &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; wide&lt;br /&gt;open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It made me cry last night. I wasn't expecting that Leslie will die. :( Grabe. I'd already watched the ending part of that movie before but did not really paid attention to it. Then nung pinanood q last night, I wondered, &lt;em&gt;"Bakit wala si Leslie sa ending?"&lt;/em&gt; I thought she and her family transferred to another place or maybe Leslie was just Jess' imaginary friend. :) Si Jess kc eh, he didn't invite Leslie to go with him and his teacher to look at some arts in the museum. So aun, Leslie went to Terabithia alone. 'Pag nagpupunta sla dun, nagsswing lang sla sa rope. Unluckily, the rope broke tapos she fell into the river. She drowned. Sad kc nung last day nila parang may something. Jess just stared at her as she bids goodbye until she disappears. Until ending umiiyak ako. haha. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-- I dunno why I' am so easy to be carried away on sad movies especially when someone dies. &lt;em&gt;Sensitive Much!&lt;/em&gt; Or probably &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(I Psyched Myself :D),&lt;/span&gt; I' am afraid if someone I loved or who became a part of my life leaves me. Mas gusto ko pang ako mang-iwan at iyakan ako. Honestly, I don't want to suffer. So selfish. Kaya cguro I tend to cry a lot whenever I watch tragic movies. &lt;em&gt;Enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The David's. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335745009182660786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sgxf0NxlWLI/AAAAAAAAANk/xe_PyMTP1v4/s400/davidcookarchuleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-- So, so, so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;right now and I really really want to scream-out-loud. Because... I' am going to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;David Archuleta's Concert&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday! &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;:))) Oh-em-gee.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;em&gt;Buti na lang pumayag ang Papa and Mama ko.&lt;/em&gt; Of course, I won't go there alone. I'm with my sister, my mom and my mom's friend. Ung friend ko din pla pupunta, c Jim. Basta, seeing them perform live, okay na ko. :) Super excited na on Saturday. haha. How I wish tickets are still available kc later pa ko bibili. I was going to say tomorrow but I noticed the time, it's 1:54 am na. Daily Habit. ;) My God, please help me okay? I want it sooo badly. LOL. Pahabol, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love David Archie's Twitter. &lt;/span&gt;Ang humble niya, my gosh! Because of him, nainspire aqng gumawa na din ng Twitter. My sister has a Twitter account, too. Ipromote ko daw. So here it is: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ehverbear"&gt;http://twitter.com/ehverbear&lt;/a&gt;. I' am going to post my concert experience, sooooonnnn. haha. Can't wait. Bye. :) &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-916212348291044671?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/916212348291044671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=916212348291044671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/916212348291044671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/916212348291044671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/05/bridge-to-terabithia_15.html' title=''/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SgxK1aHDBJI/AAAAAAAAANE/Nhun-O-w1WM/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-2364596003678877782</id><published>2009-05-09T22:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:35:53.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the eight&apos;s.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;THE EIGHT's. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got this from my sister's blog. I just copied it kasi hindi pwedeng i-tagged. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; Nagustuhan ko lang kc I just need to enumerate eveything. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eight things I'm looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enrollment on MAY18 &lt;em&gt;(not sure of the date)&lt;/em&gt; 'coz I' am going to see my college friends &lt;em&gt;(DEVERJ)&lt;/em&gt; again. Ooooohhhh. Really missed them.&lt;br /&gt;2. End of this month&lt;em&gt; (May).&lt;/em&gt; Shopping. It's my mom's tradition to do this "shopping thing" before the school starts. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Peng's 18th Birthday. Treat nia daw kame' so I' am quite excited. We told her to celebrate it on ATC. &lt;em&gt;Sana. sana. sana.&lt;/em&gt; Pengky??? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. My papa's package. Amp. I' am craving on chocolates now.&lt;br /&gt;5. Premiere of NEW MOON. 6 months to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Convince my dad to buy us a ticket of David Cook and Archuleta's upcoming concert. If not, okay lang &lt;em&gt;(but deep inside, bitter, haha).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once lang ako magsasabi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Tomorrow's celebration of Mother's Day with my mom, tita and lola. Lafang to the max na naman. :D &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; to all the mothers out there! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Buy a new pair of Havs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eight things I wish I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to travel around the world with lots of pocket money. lol. &lt;em&gt;(who wouldn't want?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. go to Boracay with my family and friends. Yes, with &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; para Super Super Super Enjoy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;3. drive a car.&lt;br /&gt;4. buy all the stuffs I want. From Clothes to Shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Go to Disneyland. Hongkong, Tokyo, US - (don't know what particular state)&lt;br /&gt;6. to go in any romantic places with the one I LOVE. &lt;em&gt;(haha. Super wish na talaga eh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet the stars of Gossip Girl, Grey's, Twilight, hollywood singers, etc. :p&lt;br /&gt;8. Ice Skating! haha. I never tried to do it. Duhh. Humiliation ang katapat ko. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eight shows I watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;2. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;3. Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. MYX! Everytime I turned on the tv, un agad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Mr. Bean. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Parental Control. natutuwa ako. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. ASAP. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Totally Spies. &lt;em&gt;( my kiddie' side.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eight things I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. went to La Salle. Sinamahan si kapatid for her interview and to confirm her course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. As usual, surfed the net until 2am. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. went to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. read Breaking Dawn. Not-yet-finished. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. texted my friends and since unli ako for two days &lt;em&gt;(sa smart lang, kawawa naman globe ko),&lt;/em&gt; sinamantala ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. laugh out loud with my sister. nakakatawa ung laugh nia. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. ate a spicy rice in a box and a choco mikshake. xhet. ayoko na kumaen ng rice in a box. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. watched tv. Of course!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-2364596003678877782?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/2364596003678877782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=2364596003678877782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2364596003678877782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2364596003678877782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/05/eights.html' title=''/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6122519496367677260</id><published>2009-05-05T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:58:15.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer.'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RANDOM THOUGHTS.&lt;/span&gt; ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weee. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;New Layout.&lt;/span&gt; Cute. :) BTW, I want to post random things today and since there are lot of things that goes through my mind right now &lt;em&gt;(yesteday pa pala)&lt;/em&gt; that's why I titled my post; random thoughts. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;•• I woke up at 11am today 'coz I stayed up late just to watch 3 Episodes of Gossip Girl. It is somehow sad though, becoz' it looked like Nate and Blair are gonna end up together again when Chuck has finally found the courage to say the 3 words, 8 letters to Blair. Soooooo Sad. Right now, I' am not so excited to watch the next episodes 'coz my sister once told me a spoiler (&lt;em&gt;Ugh!)&lt;/em&gt; about BlairNate -- Chuck Vanessa trade off loveteam. &lt;em&gt;Ayoko na ng Blair and Nate kasi&lt;/em&gt; Blair doesn't deserve Nate because of what he did before when they were still together. And then, Chuck and Vanessa??? a BIG no-no!! It doesn't make any spark. haha. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Blair&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Chuck-Chuck&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Blair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;•• I wanna watch David Cook's and David Archuleta's upcoming concert here in the country on May16. Too bad it's still vacation that's why I don't have enough cash to buy the ticket. Argh! It's not the right timing to ask my Dad to give me cash (just for a concert) &lt;em&gt;kasi kkahingi ko lang nung birthday ko.&lt;/em&gt; So, I' am hoping that "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;" can give me a ticket as a late birthday gift. haha. I wish! &lt;em&gt;Assuming ako masyado!.&lt;/em&gt; :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;•• As days goes by, it made me really, really worried. Why? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;joke.&lt;/em&gt; :p The thing is, because, I have only month left and schooling will be starting again. &lt;em&gt;Ayoko pa talagang pumasok!&lt;/em&gt; I' am now on my 3rd year in college and I know it will be more complicated than my previous years &lt;em&gt;(of course!).&lt;/em&gt; I still don't want to feel yet the whole "cramming thing" just to pass our research papers on time. And at the same time, &lt;em&gt;kelangan pang mag-review &lt;/em&gt;'becoz there will be an exam on the other day. &lt;em&gt;Lalo na 'pag umiepal pa ang minor subjects.&lt;/em&gt; So, while I' am still on vacation, &lt;em&gt;sasamantalahin ko na&lt;/em&gt;. Slept until 3am, woke up for lunch, nonstop TV marathon without thinking that I have some schoolworks to do, GO Anywhere, Surf the net until you get blind (lol), read my books which I couldn't do during my school days &lt;em&gt;kasi di ko maisingit&lt;/em&gt; and lastly, EAT and EAT and EAT all day. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;•• I &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;loooovvvveeeee&lt;/span&gt; vacation but I miss my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt; And plus, I didn't have any allowance. Poooorrrr. Happy Vacation everyone. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-6122519496367677260?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6122519496367677260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6122519496367677260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6122519496367677260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6122519496367677260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3760439695816572632</id><published>2009-04-29T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:34:24.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kulorrrrt.'/><title type='text'>Which is Better? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which is Better? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330079831467136658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sfg_XeMSlpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0gA1g3_JYvY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my hair curled.&lt;/span&gt; :) Permanent 'toh. Natripan ko lang if it looks good on me. And since I' am planning to have a new hairstyle so, I was thinking what hairstyle looks great and new. I can't really decide what cut should I say. And then eto, it pops-out in my head, I want my hair curledddd. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put these pictures so that I can differentiate which one is better.&lt;em&gt; But I can't decide.&lt;/em&gt; Naguguluhan ako. haha. It's like I' am a barbie daw 'pag kulot. lul. Barbie ng mangkukulam cguro haha. Anyway, natutuwa ako sa pagiging kulot ko today. Probably, after a month, pakulot ulit until it became long kc I didn't want to relax or rebond my hair just to straighten it again. Haircut na lang 'pag nagsawa na ko. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Toodles for now! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-3760439695816572632?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3760439695816572632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3760439695816572632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3760439695816572632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3760439695816572632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-is-better.html' title='Which is Better? :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sfg_XeMSlpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0gA1g3_JYvY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4782792886918495029</id><published>2009-04-26T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:34:51.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ochieta. Ochiets. Chita. Sis Bals. OCHIE. Deverj.'/><title type='text'>It's Ochie's 18th. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ochie's&lt;/span&gt; 18th. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328921682717162482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SfQiCV47u_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/S5eIE0-W8wg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-041609-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swimming @ RIO sa Indang. This is a late post. From Ochie's cam. Aun, she's too lazy too upload these shots that's why a week after this day ko pa inedit. We weren't complete, sayang. But at least, we din enjoy the parteyyy. It's not a party pala. Ayaw nia din kcng mag-party. So aun, she thought of something else so that everyone would enjoy. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, 18 na ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; ko. haha. I wished her happiness and lovelife. haha. LOVELIFE? Wish ko sa kanya yan. Vice versa. A guy who will respect her -- not just because gwapo siya or galante siya eh ideal guy na. I've realized that these past few days. Looks really matters but somehow you need to know if he has the personality a girl looks for. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you BFF, you know-it-naman. haha. We love you so much -- from DEVERJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'am sooooooo HAPPY becoz' I have you -- &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;always and forever.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Enough. Nakakaiyak na. haha. muah. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4782792886918495029?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4782792886918495029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4782792886918495029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4782792886918495029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4782792886918495029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-ochies-18th.html' title='It&apos;s Ochie&apos;s 18th. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SfQiCV47u_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/S5eIE0-W8wg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-7103446062271326627</id><published>2009-04-14T00:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:36:41.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Likey Series.'/><title type='text'>TV Series Madness. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNpephX0hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pvbS8Vbm3oo/s1600-h/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324215159744877074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNpephX0hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pvbS8Vbm3oo/s320/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TV Series Madness. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY.&lt;/span&gt; I got hooked up on this. It was pretty good, I didn't know. At first i thought, nakakaboring. Exciting ung story. Plus, Derek Shepherd is so hot. lol. Actually, it's now on it's season 5. Eh episode 9 pa lang ako ng season 1. haha! Does anyone know what time it airs? message me. haha! &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNt2Qiy8oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z8aTm7MgmI0/s1600-h/heroes-nbc-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324219963403334274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNt2Qiy8oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z8aTm7MgmI0/s320/heroes-nbc-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HEROES.&lt;/span&gt; 1st favorite tv series -- ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                     Super nkakaamaze ung powers nila. But right now, di na ko maxadong nakakapanood because of Gossip Girl. Not yet finish on Season 2 kaya I'm too lazy to watch season 3 on cs9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Claire, Hiro, Peter got the best powers. Claire's indestructible, Hiro can stop time but I think Peter got the best among the three coz' he can absorb anyone's ability. &lt;em&gt;Cool.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNx6O6x4II/AAAAAAAAAMc/bjF_GtCn0XE/s1600-h/gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                  Love love love love &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNx6O6x4II/AAAAAAAAAMc/bjF_GtCn0XE/s1600-h/gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324224429733044354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNx6O6x4II/AAAAAAAAAMc/bjF_GtCn0XE/s320/gossip-girl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;GOSSIP GIRL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;As in.&lt;/em&gt; I love how the story goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNx6O6x4II/AAAAAAAAAMc/bjF_GtCn0XE/s1600-h/gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their fashion senses -- Blair, Serena and Jenny. Excluding Vanessa, really, dunno WTH is her fashion. haha! Oh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE NATE, CHUCK &amp;amp;&amp;amp; BLAIR.&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely must see characters on GG.&lt;br /&gt;Nate's look + Chuck's charm = DAMN PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;Though Nate's a cheater? And Chuck's still a Chuck Bass, oh' my effin' god, I can't get enough of how he stares at Blair.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324224910102890226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNyWMb4BvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/81sF_rDTCnM/s200/theoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THE OC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I have not watch this show yet. I just found out a survey on which series do they really liked the most. And a lot answered The OC. It was quite similar to GG -- as they've said. Of course they had the same writer. So, definitely I'm gonna like it, too. I just want to watch it &lt;em&gt;sooner or later&lt;/em&gt; -- I still need to finished Heroes and Grey's previous episodes. Adam Brody, just wait, 'kay? lol. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Just wanna thank the guy who was very nice to let me borrowed all of these. Actually, 6 months na xang nsaken'. But now, it was all mine. haha. GG, HEROES and GREY'S. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So happy.&lt;/span&gt; It will served as a gift? I think so. Thank god, I met him. haha. No, thank God, he was my friend's soon-to-be-boyfriend. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Ugh! 1 week &lt;strong&gt;to go. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-7103446062271326627?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/7103446062271326627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=7103446062271326627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7103446062271326627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7103446062271326627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/04/tv-series-madness.html' title='TV Series Madness. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SeNpephX0hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pvbS8Vbm3oo/s72-c/greys-anatomy-season-4-wallpaper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3326228471089763771</id><published>2009-04-06T00:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:36:54.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Always and Forever.'/><title type='text'>Memoirs. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best Memoirs. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321248251232379634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SdjfF2Bf4vI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9a7vwQFjdOg/s320/IMG_1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D E V E R J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this will be missed.&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I had &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;one wish&lt;/span&gt; this is what it would be, I'd ask you to spend all your time with me, we'd be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;together forever&lt;/span&gt;.. " &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was inspired on Ochie's blog which I read from her Multiply site. Nainggit ako kaya I also made my own post about these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awesome people&lt;/span&gt;. I was smiling the whole time I'm reading it. I reminisced everything -- from the start we used to get to know each other &amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course until now. Originally, we're 8 but now we're 10. It became bigger than we've expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OCHIE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YONEL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ZEL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DHEI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PENG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OPE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;JIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; HERMZ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YANYAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C &lt;em&gt;Yanyan&lt;/em&gt;, we did not expect her na magiging part xa ng barkada. There are some reasons why she prefers to stay in our group pero ayoko ng ishare dito. Ok? Ok. So far, so good. She said that it's different - as in iba, the best sabi nia. &lt;em&gt;(We knew actually. :).&lt;/em&gt; It all started nung start ng 2nd year life namin. Tatlo lang kame' - Me. Ochie. Dhei. Si hermz kc nagstop. Aun, then silang 5 - yonel. zel. pe. peng.jim. Everyday during our lunch break, nagkakasabay-sabay kame sa iisang place. I remembered sabi ni Ope, &lt;em&gt;"Sama na kayo samin' para marami tayo".&lt;/em&gt; At first, umOO na lang kaming tatlo pero we did not thought na magmemerge ang grupo namin sa kanila. And then we didn't noticed that we were getting there as friends na, as tropa. But for me, naging super close na nung 18th birthday ni Ope -- July 17, 2008. I cannot forget that day because we had lots of fun and that was the chance na nakilala namin ang isa't-isa. Kumaen sa Mcdo. &lt;em&gt;Kumaen ng Pizza.&lt;/em&gt; Umeksena sa mcdo para ibigay ang surprise cake ky Ope. &lt;em&gt;Nagreview sa foodcourt.&lt;/em&gt; Super to the max picture sa SM. Pinagtitinginan na nga kami. We spent 5 or 6 hours ata sa SM. Haba kc ng break time. After that, lagi na kaming magkakasama. Seatmates sa room. Nagtatawagan ng Virgin kaya nabuo ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Deverj.&lt;/span&gt; Si Ochie nakaisip nung name para sa tropa. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We really did a lot of crazy and funny things together! One thing is ung nagsesave kami ng &lt;em&gt;10 pesos&lt;/em&gt; everyday para mkpgshopping sa Glorietta. Hindi pala, for transpo fee ung nasave namin. Imagine, hindi na ata confidence and dala2 namin, kapal na talaga ng muka. Nagsacrifice kaming rice lang talaga bibilhin sa SBC, my God, nakakhiya pero cge go pa din. Care ba nila?? At least, nakapunta kami sa Glorietta, all together ng nkaschool uniform. Magtawanan sa MRT. Magsacrifice ng init sa Ordinary Bus makatipid lang. Isukat lahat ng slippers sa Havaianas. Mag-fit ng clothes almost 1 hour sa Landmark. Magtake ng pictures sa Mcdo Glorietta na dinilete naman ni Jim. Amp. Bumili ng Zagu sa natitira naming ipon. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ang weird namin&lt;/span&gt;, kakaiba. I guess trip ng isa, trip ng lahat. Actually, madami na kaming napuntahan. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sm Dasma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SM Makati.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Glorietta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Landmark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Havaianas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yellowcab.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;National Museum.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jatainas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pansol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;McDo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Enchanted Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Tagaytay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Indang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Silang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;GenTri&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bayan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;AreaC.&lt;/span&gt; Lahat yan napuntahan namin ng sama-sama. ;) For 8 months lang naman. We can say na equal lang kami - &lt;em&gt;hindi puro aral, hindi puro gala.&lt;/em&gt; Right now, ang dami naming plinano na medyo hindi natupad. haha. Pro I know, mngyayari din ung mga naisip namin. haha! Favorite past time namin ngaun ang magLucky 9 . May pisong taya un. Kaadik un. Nakakatawa pa kapag nakakakuha ng mataas and mababa, pareho pa din ng sinasabi. :) Basta, whenever were together, it feels like the whole world revolves around us. The hell we care kung nabibingi sila sa mga boses namin especially sa boses ni Zel. haha! Just because were psychology maor, feeling ko tuloy meron na kaming &lt;em&gt;Psychopathic side.&lt;/em&gt; :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of us says that this is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best barkada&lt;/span&gt; we had in our entire life. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Promise.&lt;/span&gt; For me, the best talaga. Not only sa laughtrip, &lt;em&gt;asaran&lt;/em&gt;, corny jokes. But as well as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;concerns of a true friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If we want serious talks, serious talaga. Kapag may lakad ang DEVERJ, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; agad ako kahit di pa nkkpgpaalam. But when it comes to my other friends, lagi akong tinatamad. Unfair? &lt;em&gt;YES.&lt;/em&gt; Ganon' talaga eh. Mas enjoy ko ung company ng DEVERJ. Mas napapakita ko ung totoong ako. Pero kapag sa friends ko sa.... &lt;em&gt;I'm quite different.&lt;/em&gt; Nakikitawa lang. OP most of the time - kasi nga hindi na ko nakakasama. Pero I'm not exactly as that. Kung ano ung ugali ko when I'm with Deverj, un talaga ko. :) I'm so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; because God gave them to me. They were now a part of my life's inspirations. Excited akong pumasok kasi sila ung mga dadatnan ko sa room na mga kaibigan. We've already encountered different problems regarding on our relationships pero hindi kami naggive-up. Dumating kasi sa point na akala namin madidivide ung grupo into two. Pero thank God at hindi nangyari un dahil hindi namin kakayanin. Ang dami na ding Open forum na nangyari at narealized ko na konti lang ang naitutulong nun. Ang tendency pa eh magkakaaway lalo. Kaya kung magoopen forum, positive things na lang iopen. In that way, mas magiging strong pa. Db? I guess I'am right. haha! I WISH and I HOPE na sana hindi talaga matuloy ang Reshuffle. And once mangyari un, maiiyak cguro ako sa tuwa. It feels like I didn't have any problems when I'm with them. I'am much happier in my college life because of them. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If ever there's a lot of time pa para makapgbonding, definitely I would still do the same things I've had with them over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321259643934976530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sdjpc_JdqhI/AAAAAAAAAME/6w-qDMTILUY/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sdjpc_JdqhI/AAAAAAAAAME/6w-qDMTILUY/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;Never thought I'd feel this way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as far as I'm concerned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I do believe I love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well then close your eyes and try to feel the way we do today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And than if you can't remember.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep smilin'Keep shinin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowin' you can always count on me for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what friends are for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In good times And bad times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you came and open me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so by the way I thank you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhh and then For the times when we're apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well just close your eyes and know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These words are coming from my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then if you can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Haha! &lt;em&gt;A lot of thanks&lt;/em&gt; sa nagtiyagang bumasa. Inspired nga ako kaya aq gumawa nian. Missin' them badly. :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss ko na ung tawanan namin&lt;/span&gt;. Ung mga jokes. Ung Lucky 9. Ung asaran. Bakasyon kc eh. haha.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Love you guyz.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-3326228471089763771?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3326228471089763771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3326228471089763771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3326228471089763771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3326228471089763771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/04/memoirs.html' title='Memoirs. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SdjfF2Bf4vI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9a7vwQFjdOg/s72-c/IMG_1584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-6826275912654396610</id><published>2009-04-04T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:37:11.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Much Better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;everything I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;everything I can't have&lt;/span&gt;" -- Jacob Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quoted from my oh so favorite fictional character, &lt;em&gt;Jacob Black.&lt;/em&gt; I just changed the word "&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;" from "&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;". Of course, dedicated kay Bella yan. As if na mang girl din ang like ko db. Niwei, nakakrelate ako dyan. I just read it from one of the melodramatic lines of Breaking Dawn -- it really caught my attention, err, my feelings right now. I feel incomplete. I'm HAPPY - when I'm with my Friends, Deverj &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Family. Pero pag' all alone na ko, aun dami q ng naiisip within the matters of the heart. Lately, sobra iba feeling ko pero right now, I guess medyo natatauhan na ko. Advices were really a great help, for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; kung itigil mo na before pa maging &lt;em&gt;intimate&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exactly. The night I heard this from one of my trusted friends, it made me realized the wrong things I've been focusing of. &lt;em&gt;Stupid.&lt;/em&gt; Crap. &lt;em&gt;Dumb.&lt;/em&gt; Eto na naman ako. Whenever I liked someone, he likes someone na or he was already in a relationship. And then there's these guys who liked me pero they were not my type. kainis. Pero ngaun, I' am trying to stop my stupidity. Yes. For some reasons, Ayoko na. And I need someone who had any chance of understanding what I was going through now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, I'am thankful because I had the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;greatest persons&lt;/span&gt; in the entire world, very much fulfilled with my life now, happy on my studies -- yet, &lt;em&gt;not contented.&lt;/em&gt; Cguro kasi kaya di pa siya binibigay saken' kasi magiging perfect na ang Life ko. Or maybe, He's still busy writing my best love story. haha! Nirereserve nia ung &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEST &lt;/span&gt;kc he knows that I will also give my very best. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320517515212100530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SdZGfaN2E7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/smNd4y_tgxg/s320/IMG0331A+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ssswwwweeeetttt. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've got the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sweetest hug&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cousin ko, c &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Claui&lt;/span&gt;. Sobrang natuwa ako sa kanya kanina. She's just a one year old kid and she's so madaldal. Nagmana ata sakin'. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ATE CECEL:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; claui, ayun ung cat o. Tawagin mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLAUI:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Awag ku?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ATE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oo. tawagin mo. dali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLAUI:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oi! nyaw! nyaw! &lt;em&gt;(with her little baby voice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHA! Nyaw! Nyaw! instead of pusa. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-6826275912654396610?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/6826275912654396610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=6826275912654396610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6826275912654396610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/6826275912654396610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/04/much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SdZGfaN2E7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/smNd4y_tgxg/s72-c/IMG0331A+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4678142491402190867</id><published>2009-03-31T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:29:49.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passions.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;These&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319232528715776498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SdG1zWfOgfI/AAAAAAAAALs/yMUfg1HOwh4/s400/IMG0330A+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yay! I've finally had my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to &lt;em&gt;ATC &lt;/em&gt;yesterday. Aun. Derecho agad sa &lt;strong&gt;Powerbooks&lt;/strong&gt;. Pagkapasok na pagkapasok pa lang, kita ko na agad. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've only had to buy &lt;strong&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/strong&gt; kc I'm running out of cash. Napabili pa ko ng shirts -- na isa din sa mga &lt;em&gt;weaknesses&lt;/em&gt; ko. haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next time na ung &lt;em&gt;New Moon &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Eclipse.&lt;/em&gt; For now, &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; ako dahil malapit na sla makumpleto. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;21 DAYS&lt;/span&gt; TO GO!&lt;/strong&gt; Duh! Actually, &lt;em&gt;di ako excited&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4678142491402190867?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4678142491402190867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4678142491402190867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4678142491402190867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4678142491402190867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-these.html' title=''/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SdG1zWfOgfI/AAAAAAAAALs/yMUfg1HOwh4/s72-c/IMG0330A+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5088981469946575988</id><published>2009-03-28T19:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:13:01.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam. moments.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sis' Graduation Day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4PidVKQFI/AAAAAAAAALM/jt2EzhgjP8k/s1600-h/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318205294634483794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4PidVKQFI/AAAAAAAAALM/jt2EzhgjP8k/s400/68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay! She just finished being a high school gal. :) And it's quite unbelievable that on a few more months, she will be facing her college life --- and it's really really complicated and much different on her usual school days. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin q ung little intruder boy. haha. And then, my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; ko and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. Ung tita ko and my two lola's also joined us. Very supportive sila ehh. Way back on my high school, grad, wala c Papa. And then, ngaun, wala pa din. On my college grad kaya? I wish. haha. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4SPCP3OQI/AAAAAAAAALU/YfZyb_rgFTU/s1600-h/72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318208259481876738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4SPCP3OQI/AAAAAAAAALU/YfZyb_rgFTU/s320/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4ShqjLP-I/AAAAAAAAALc/DwgR-9SGe6E/s1600-h/IMG0271A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318208579537944546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4ShqjLP-I/AAAAAAAAALc/DwgR-9SGe6E/s320/IMG0271A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister's &lt;/em&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Heart.&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318209108600553650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4TAddiALI/AAAAAAAAALk/q1MPxetn0eY/s400/94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Max's.&lt;/strong&gt; A Celebration. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love their Sinigang na Hipon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grabe.&lt;/em&gt; It was my favorite eversince. haha. &lt;em&gt; Sobra.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It really made my mouth watered.&lt;/strong&gt;  :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Congrats!.&lt;/span&gt; :))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5088981469946575988?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5088981469946575988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5088981469946575988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5088981469946575988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5088981469946575988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/03/sis-graduation-day.html' title=''/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc4PidVKQFI/AAAAAAAAALM/jt2EzhgjP8k/s72-c/68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1907014480656699097</id><published>2009-03-28T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:23:33.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSY23.'/><title type='text'>Psy23's Swimswim. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psy23's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Swimswim.&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317908780342624786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc0B3DhAwhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L8Y4IQ4JgMI/s400/jheem0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317909990014925634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc0C9d5XO0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/QioTfgdQFHo/s400/1_180832192l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910272635533618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc0DN6vXeTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FNZJVMce9dQ/s400/1_266081002l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PSY 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 33. 43 &lt;strong&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. &lt;div align="center"&gt;@ Pansol, Laguna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;032009.&lt;/strong&gt; Friday Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reshuffle na kasi this coming school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aun. Atleast for one night, we spent the time bonding &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm gonna miss you guyz.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, Listen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Morrison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelly Furtado's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Strings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You've got to be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lovin'&lt;/span&gt; it. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1907014480656699097?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1907014480656699097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1907014480656699097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1907014480656699097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1907014480656699097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/03/psy23s-swimswim.html' title='Psy23&apos;s Swimswim. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sc0B3DhAwhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L8Y4IQ4JgMI/s72-c/jheem0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5054929374425164714</id><published>2009-03-23T14:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:21:52.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO.'/><title type='text'>So Worried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sccvfal9WAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3eMSGTrN1yU/s1600-h/theyd-make-me-cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316270101895141378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sccvfal9WAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3eMSGTrN1yU/s320/theyd-make-me-cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing that I'd really, really realized is that IF you really &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love that person&lt;/span&gt; - whether he or she is a family member, a close &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;, or a special someone, you tend to cry if ever there is a misunderstanding between on both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I'm thinking this. Narealize q lang. I just made some sort of comparisons. Like for this guy that I really really liked. Well, for now, cold na xa sken. Cold na rin aq sa kanya. Nagalit aq nung time na un but I didn't cry. I can't cry or I felt that it was hard to cry. Ewan. Sabi q sa sarili q, bakit di aq naiyak? Probably because, &lt;em&gt;like q lng xa, hindi talaga &lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, this past few weeks, may isa aqng super duper close friend na nakasamaan q ng loob. Kahit di obvious, 4 days kming di nagpapansinan. I cried kc it was really hard for me na hindi xa pansinin. &lt;em&gt;Sobrang hirap.&lt;/em&gt; Until one day, aun, hindi namin natiis ang isa't-isa. And then, pareho kami na nagsabing since nung ngaway kme, dun namin narealize ang importance ng &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ndship &lt;/span&gt;namin. aww. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another story.&lt;/strong&gt; This past few days naman 2. I didn't have any chance na ikwento 2 s iba qng friends kaya sa blog q nlng inoopen-up. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; After those silent war, another misunderstanding na naman between sa pinaka... Uhm, ok, pinakada best qng friend for now. Kung mahirap dun sa isa, mas mahirap ngaun. I dunno, but that's how I felt. I cried for almost three or four times na ata. I really don't know what's the whole story kung bakit xa nging ganon skin. Pero for my part, ngsorry aq kahit d q alam qng anong ginawa q. Palipasin q daw muna sabi ng isa qng friend. Sbi q, ok. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt; Kaso, di aq matatahimik nito lalo na at bakasyon na. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. Nagpaka-Emo na naman ako this time. Ang tarush ng quotes sa taas noh?!? lol. babussh for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5054929374425164714?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5054929374425164714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5054929374425164714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5054929374425164714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5054929374425164714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-thing-that-id-really-really.html' title='So Worried.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/Sccvfal9WAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3eMSGTrN1yU/s72-c/theyd-make-me-cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-991152079491147626</id><published>2009-03-23T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:22:15.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deverj forevah.'/><title type='text'>D E V E R J !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SccgJqX_9OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t1mebNdG4ks/s1600-h/deverjmedia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316253235500020962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SccgJqX_9OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t1mebNdG4ks/s400/deverjmedia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;nakumpleto&lt;/strong&gt; din kme. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;• 031909 •&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @ Hazel's Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aun. Lahat kame &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kc sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3rd year Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; namin eh di na kmi magkakasama. Just because of reshuffle thing sa school. Nakakainis. Mgkakahiwalay na kame. Aun, kaya di ako excited pumasok sa 3rd year kc hindi sila ung dadatnan q sa room. Pero di pa din ako nawawalan ng hope. &lt;strong&gt;I know there's a miracle.&lt;/strong&gt; Oo, &lt;em&gt;miracle&lt;/em&gt; na nga ang klngan namin. &lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt; Basta nagwiwish pa din ako na sana hindi matuloy. Nagppray na din, hindi lang wish. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-991152079491147626?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/991152079491147626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=991152079491147626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/991152079491147626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/991152079491147626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-e-v-e-r-j-finally-nakumpleto-din-kme.html' title='D E V E R J !!!!!'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SccgJqX_9OI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t1mebNdG4ks/s72-c/deverjmedia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-248883630208886613</id><published>2009-03-08T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:22:43.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight sun. Edward Cullen.'/><title type='text'>Midnight Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SbOd0HmYHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vgd3TrdHmBs/s1600-h/midnight_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310761904318717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SbOd0HmYHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vgd3TrdHmBs/s320/midnight_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if had been &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; imagining me with my arms wrapped around her fragile body? Feeling me pull her tightly against my chest and then cupping my hand under her chin? Brushing the heavy curtain of her hair back from her blushing face? Tracing the shape of her full lips with my fingertips? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leaning my face closer to hers,&lt;/span&gt; where I could feel the heat of her breath on my mouth? &lt;strong&gt;Moving closer still...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With every fiber of my being, I ached to be a normal man, so that I could hold her in my arms without risking her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Esme:&lt;/span&gt; Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Emmett: &lt;/span&gt;You really love her?&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; I can't even describe it, Emmett. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She's the whole world to me.&lt;/span&gt; I don't see the point of the rest of the world without her anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, it really didn't matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she would. Never see me as someone worthy of love. Never. Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant that I could be with Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realized in that moment that I wanted to answer her questions. Not because I owed it to her. Not because&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I wanted her to trust me.&lt;/span&gt; I wanted her to know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stared into her eyes, wide under the thick fringe of lashes, and yearned for sleep. Not for oblivious as I had before, not to escape boredom, but because I wanted to dream. &lt;em&gt;Maybe, if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together.&lt;/em&gt; She dreamed of me. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanted to dream of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How could I ever tell her how sorry I was? Sorry for all the stupid mistakes I'd made. Sorry for my never-ending selfishness. Sorry that she was so unfortunate as to have inspired this first, tragic love of mine. Sorry also for the things beyond my control -that I'd been the monster chosen by fate to end her life in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She couldn't love me the way I love her - such an overpowering, all-consuming, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crushing love&lt;/span&gt; would probably break her fragile body. But she felt strongly enough. Enough to subdue the instinctive fear. Enough to want to be with me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And being with her was the greatest happiness I had ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her existance was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was something truly wrong with the order of the universe if someone so good and so breakable did not merit a guardin angel to keep her out of trouble. Well, I thought with dark humor, at least she has a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;guardian vampire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, right in the middle of my midnight?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who wouldn't want an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-248883630208886613?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/248883630208886613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=248883630208886613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/248883630208886613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/248883630208886613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-had-been-bella-imagining-me.html' title='Midnight Sun.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SbOd0HmYHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vgd3TrdHmBs/s72-c/midnight_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1053360347087330658</id><published>2009-02-24T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:23:27.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign eklabu.'/><title type='text'>sign. weeee. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SIGN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;weeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aun. Nagkatuwaan lang kmi kanina nina &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yonel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ochie.&lt;/span&gt; Sa mga &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sign chuvaler&lt;/span&gt; para sa aming &lt;em&gt;lablayp.&lt;/em&gt; :) Pauwi from school, ai hindi pala, derecho SM. lol. Aun,c &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ochie&lt;/span&gt; nghingi ng sign. Aq nkaisip agd. Sb q kapag nakakita xa ng 2 &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink cars&lt;/span&gt; within this day aun matutupad ang favor nia. Kay &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;zel&lt;/span&gt; kapag nakakita xa ng &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;orange slippers&lt;/span&gt;, ung suot dapat. C &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yonel&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange cars&lt;/span&gt; naman. gudluck. haha. Aq, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; slippers. Basta ang favor lahat eh s lablayp. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Aun na, punta kami ngSM &lt;em&gt;(wala c zel).&lt;/em&gt; Edi gala hanggang sa makalimutan na ung sign chorva. Pauwi na, palabas ng mall, bgla qng nasabi. &lt;em&gt;"xhet. d na q nakakita ng purple slippers".&lt;/em&gt; Unfortunately, bigla qng nakita sa harap namin, c ate nkapurple slippers. haha. I don't know kung coincidence b talaga un kc sakto nung naalala q bigla qng nakita. Nagulat din c yonel and ocheita. haha. Kinilig aq bigla kc ung favor q about s aking pinakamamahal na... :p. Hindi pa tapos yan, edi nakasakay n q ng jeep pauwi. Katapat q c ate &lt;em&gt;(ibang ate naman 'toh)&lt;/em&gt; nkapurple slippers din. hahahahaha. xhet. &lt;strong&gt;ang saya q.&lt;/strong&gt; Tingin nga q ng tingin sa slippers nia eh. Hahaha. How I wish trulalu na talaga un. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I need another sign.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To make sure.&lt;/strong&gt; :) Oh God, please. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sana natupad din ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SIGN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ng tatlo qng pinakamamahal na kaibigan. haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1053360347087330658?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1053360347087330658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1053360347087330658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1053360347087330658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1053360347087330658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/02/sign-weeee.html' title='sign. weeee. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4060937184675303438</id><published>2009-02-18T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:17:28.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclipse.'/><title type='text'>Eclipse. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZv0eIzF7UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dJ4QzFiorxg/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304101784753925442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZv0eIzF7UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dJ4QzFiorxg/s400/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ECLIPSE &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Just finished reading eclipse. 3rd book of twilight saga. It took me two weeks to finished it. haha. Can't get over with it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I'll never forgive myself leaving you. Not if I live a hundred thousand years. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I would never admit to him how hard it was for me when he was gone-how it brought back the abandonment nightmares. If he knew that, it would make him feel horrible and he would be afraid to ever leave me, even for the most necessary reasons. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart - I've left it with you. - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ The love of my existence - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ Sleep my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love. - EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ If there were any way for me to become human for you - no matter what the price was, I would pay it. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ And the sound of your heart. It's the most significant sound in my world. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ There's no point to forever without you. - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BELLA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I love you, but I'm not inlove with you. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I don't want to be happy with anyone but HIM. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CHARLIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ You are the most dangerous creature I've ever met. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ All of my best nights have happened since I met you - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ How can we be friends, when we love each other like this? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I'm exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us - comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your life would have taken. If the world was the way it was supposed to be, if there were no monsters and no magic. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JACOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JACOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ If it hurts you so much, how can it possibly the right thing for you? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ You may be brave enough or strong enough to love without me, if that's what's best. But I could never be that self-sacrificing. I have to be with you. It's the only way I can live - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ I can't live without my life! I can't live without my soul! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite lines. Kiillliiigg. :). Much better than New Moon. I'm on&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Breaking dawn right now. Bigla qng tinamad. haha. 7oo+ pages ba naman. haha. :D. ciao!. ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4060937184675303438?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4060937184675303438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4060937184675303438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4060937184675303438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4060937184675303438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/02/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZv0eIzF7UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dJ4QzFiorxg/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4722704207731825038</id><published>2009-02-16T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:34:21.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj. Super Friends. Uber fun.'/><title type='text'>national musuem &amp;&amp; moa getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;021409.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DEVERJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;@ NATIONAL MUSEUM &amp;amp;&amp;amp; MOA GETAWAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Group date ng aking pinakamamahal na tropa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;claring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ochieta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yonelito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dhei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hazelita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pengky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jimberto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;deyanyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c vrity ngdate. c hermz my work.&lt;/em&gt; sayang pro auz lng. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nman lagi ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303056834326556978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZg-GBG98TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z-OFEeCVV08/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;On the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sa &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CAR &lt;/span&gt;nila zel. Bongga. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303057271120669026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZg-fcSzKWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KXZfvhmpSwI/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sa &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;National Museum&lt;/span&gt; na 'toh. Konti lng pixx kc restricted ang picture taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303057922908971426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZg_FYZPYaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lB7hbOJ75OE/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SUPER HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SUPER I LOVE IT&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;JUMPING SHOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na favorite namin. Pati na din ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pang-model na pose. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ganon tlga eh. &lt;em&gt;Pang-modeling kame.&lt;/em&gt; Lahat tlga ng&lt;strong&gt; FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; q pretty. qng di q friend, di pretty. bwahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;PORMA!.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303058851421042002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZg_7bXxNVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/n7mPcrduYCQ/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;VANITY POSES&lt;/span&gt; namin ni &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yonel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ang cute kc. :D&lt;br /&gt;Which one is your favorite? &lt;strong&gt;Feel free to choose.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. echos. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303059340100843874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZhAX32HOWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Bzwre6MuCoo/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weeeeee. Ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWILIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;namin ni &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ochieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bumili xa, bumili na din aq. Inggit c Yonel ehh. joke. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303059743041737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZhAvU6tUUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EsSf7Q2riuM/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da Best shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. Aun. Ung ngform kmi ng letters. Nkailang-take yan actually na hindi man lng namin na-realize na ung letter J eh baliktad. &lt;em&gt;bobobels.&lt;/em&gt; haha. Hirap na Hirap c Yonel sa pose nia. Prang pulubi lng xa eh. Basta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;DEVERJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yan hindi &lt;em&gt;DEVERL.&lt;/em&gt; haha. &lt;strong&gt;Kapag super complete na kme, mgfoform ulit.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. Sa parking Lot yan sa MOA. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super more pixx on my fs account.&lt;/span&gt; haha. Kung my negative comments kyo, wag nio&lt;br /&gt;nlng tingnan. haha. Basta masaya kme. ciao!. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you know you love me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gossip girl.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-4722704207731825038?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/4722704207731825038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=4722704207731825038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4722704207731825038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/4722704207731825038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/02/national-musuem-moa-getaway.html' title='national musuem &amp;&amp; moa getaway.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SZg-GBG98TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z-OFEeCVV08/s72-c/Untitled-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8269955165114270104</id><published>2009-02-07T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:30:51.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my jacobblack.taylor lautner.'/><title type='text'>Jacob Black &amp; Taylor Laurent is ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SYxjCHD1kQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b5_qMBejGjs/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299719749414260994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SYxjCHD1kQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b5_qMBejGjs/s400/taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang gwapo nia. He's so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since nung napanood q ung "trailer " daw ng new moon, OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then ung interview s knya. Post q if cnipag aq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish na sana hindi xa long hair sa new moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di kc xa mxadong Gwapo sa Twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na talaga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jacob's in,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Edward's out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8269955165114270104?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8269955165114270104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8269955165114270104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8269955165114270104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8269955165114270104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/02/jacob-black-taylor-laurent-is.html' title='Jacob Black &amp; Taylor Laurent is ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SYxjCHD1kQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b5_qMBejGjs/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1153107217696742245</id><published>2009-01-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:12:31.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon.'/><title type='text'>NEW MOON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SX8a_ISB2aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_fU7tM4LJgQ/s1600-h/newmoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295981358668175778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SX8a_ISB2aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_fU7tM4LJgQ/s400/newmoon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW MOON. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just finished reading this book.&lt;/span&gt; Infairness thicker xa sa Twilight kea mas ntagalan aq matapos. haha. Twilight is way better kc new moon is quite boring - dun lng sa middle part. More of stories kc between &lt;em&gt;Jacob &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Bella.&lt;/em&gt; Sad kc iniwan ni Edward c Bella for almost four months ata un. I felt pity for Bella because it's really hard for her to let go. Un bng pipilitin nia ung sarili nia na Edward really don't exist. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EDWARD:&lt;/span&gt; it will be as if I'd never existed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ouch.&lt;/em&gt; Then it's like Edward is selfish, or something like that because he chose to leave Bella rather than taking the risk of pretending something he's not. Hindi man lng nia narealize na human c Bella tapos napaka vulnerable pa nia. Aun. Ang point ni Edward, human c Bella, &lt;em&gt;time heals all wounds for her kind&lt;/em&gt;. Naawa talaga q ky Bella, tsk. After he left, she's no longer listens to music, less time to eat and did not want to watch tv. Memories kc nila un ni Edward. Ang drama noh. haha. I don't know why a lot of girls whom I knew who reads twilight saga got annoyed of Jacob. Aq hindi eh. haha. Thankful pa nga q ky Jacob kc he was there to comfort Bella during her tough times. Pero love xa ni Bella as Bestfriend lng. Hindi talaga love like nung ky Edward. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Kinikilig aq everytime na nariring ni Bella ung &lt;strong&gt;velvet voice ni Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt; whenever she does something he dislikes. Hallucination nia lng ata un. Basta kakilig. eeeeeee. :D. And then eto pa, &lt;em&gt;(sobrang kinilig talaga q, I screamed actually :p)&lt;/em&gt; just because excited aq sa pagbabalik ni Edward eh talagang natuwa aq. Basta may namatay kc sa story, c Harry na friend ni Charlie, and then, nasa house nila Bella c Bella, Alice &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Jacob. Nag-ring ung phone c Jacob sumagot. Tapos nag-ring ung phone c Jacob nkasagot. Binaba agad. Tanong c Bella qng cno. Sbi ni Jacob, c Dr. Carlisle pro ang totoo c Edward unnnnnnnn. haha. (Gusto q png ikwento ung exact details kaso &lt;strong&gt;SOBRANG SPOILER&lt;/strong&gt; na q. :D) Basta Super Kilig dun. haha. Hai. Gusto q pa mgkwento kaso ang haba na ata. Sorry sa spoilers. hehe. Share q na din ung mga quotable quotes na favorite q. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;I can't live in a world you don't exist. - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EDWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;If I was in hell, you wouldn’t be with me. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-BELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn’t fight him. Not because he was so many thousand times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. -&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Only you could be more important than what I wanted… what I needed. What I want and need is to be with you, and I know I’ll never be strong enough to leave again. I have too many excuses to stay—thank heaven for that! It seems you can’t be safe, no matter how many miles I put between us. -&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EDWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course… If you outgrew me—if you wanted something more—I would understand that, Bella. I promise I wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted to leave me. -&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EDWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Wishing more than anything that the future would never happen. That this moment would last forever, or, if it couldn't, that I would stop existing when it did. - &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm on &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; right now. haha. Excited on&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; New moon&lt;/span&gt; - movie. For sure there are a lot of changes there and cuts. amp. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1153107217696742245?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1153107217696742245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1153107217696742245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1153107217696742245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1153107217696742245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-moon.html' title='NEW MOON.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SX8a_ISB2aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_fU7tM4LJgQ/s72-c/newmoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1156385961038207686</id><published>2009-01-25T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:12:36.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj. Super Friends.'/><title type='text'>dhei's bday celeb @ yellowcab &amp;&amp; tagaytay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dhei's bday celeb @ yellowcab &amp;amp;&amp;amp; starbucks tagaytay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;YONEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DHEI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OCHIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ZEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;OPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;part of dhei's 18th celebration. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;012409.&lt;/span&gt; Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super HAPPY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi kumpleto ang &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deverj &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- OK pren kc super enjoy pren. Enjoy naman kmi lge eh. haha. Besides, lging mas madami ung sumasama kesa sa hndi sumama. May mga rizon naman sla kea d nkasama. Anyway, my part 2 pa naman. Sa Max's dw. By this week or next week. And for sure, &lt;strong&gt;COMPLETE&lt;/strong&gt; na kme. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295093581444921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXvzjsZ5uNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EhffJ8yHCqc/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1st Stop:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yonel's Place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Magppractice talaga kme para sa Speech. Eh aun, npgplanuhan the day before na ittreat kme ni dhei sa yellowcab. Minadali tlga ung practice pra mkpgstarbucks na. haha. wla pa atang 1hour ung practice. Sayang, wla c jim &amp;amp;&amp;amp; peng kc ng heart to heart talk muna kme. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;picture!. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295093815783629522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXvzxVYmotI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jHjiXOMFw68/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Next Stop:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;STARBUCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang cute noh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol. ang weird lng ng mga tao s loob kc prang ngaun lng ata nkarinig ng boses na png-armalite. Imagine, ngtatawanan lng kme, super tingin agad. Dun nlng sla mgcoffee sa sementeryo pra di maingay, :). Pro nakita nmin ung basketball players ng PBA. 3 sla eh. D q klala ung name pro ung isa dw (according to ope) commercial model ng rubber shoes. Infairness, GWAPO sla. haha. C ope talaga, ang laki ng mata pg my gwapo. lul. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295093931177270114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXvz4DQl22I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Y533xqYQEGs/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3rd Stop:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOWCAB!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha. eto na. ung treat ni Dhei. ;) ung nlagay nmin ni dhei sa receipt eh &lt;em&gt;PENG.&lt;/em&gt; haha. hawaiian pizza for peng!. nakz. ang cute. :) gnyan nmin kamahal c peng. Pro ngrequest kme na once na tnawag na eh idagdag ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy bday dhei, from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deverj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. kami ni yonel kumuha ng pizza, kasama na din ung cake. Ang stupid lng kc nkailang balik kme pra hiramin ung lighter. err. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295094100595852674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXv0B6ZIRYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aiVcGa9zwyk/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;POSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; POSE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;walang kamatayang picture. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;our poses hiyerr. :p Ung nasa middle, sa street plng yan nila yonel. Just because hindi kami mahilig sa picture, kahit saan ngpipicture. (???). haha. Kulang nlng eh bwat lakad my picture. Haha. Ang then, ung remaining four, Sa Yellowcab pdin. Iniwan c hazel sa taas at kming 5 ngtour. charing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295094260828187202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXv0LPTfqkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T1gAirgMJTE/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And for the Last:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tentenenentenen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ung bonggang-bonggang GIFT kay Dhei. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan talaga gift namin sa knya. Picture nia sa middle and then, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt; haha. FYI, aq lng naman gumawa nian. Actually, may plano dyn s pic n gnyan. Gagawa aq pra sa lahat - qng cno ung nsa middle, xa ung owner. Para lahat meron. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's how we treasure our plendship&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Super Excited aq ipost. haha. Ang saya. :D. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai lab you guyz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) Sana matuloy ung sa Max's pra complete celebration na. Iba pdin kc kapag kumpleto. haha. More pixx on my friendster account. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1156385961038207686?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1156385961038207686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1156385961038207686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1156385961038207686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1156385961038207686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/dheis-bday-celeb-yellowcab-tagaytay.html' title='dhei&apos;s bday celeb @ yellowcab &amp;&amp; tagaytay.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXvzjsZ5uNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EhffJ8yHCqc/s72-c/Untitled-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5401249586145845033</id><published>2009-01-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:21:14.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>confused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXHMKn1KrQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QLI6D9LjGT8/s1600-h/hardtowait.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235519999782146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXHMKn1KrQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QLI6D9LjGT8/s320/hardtowait.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;err. confused aq. hai. WISH  q lng talaga. please. please. please. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5401249586145845033?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5401249586145845033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5401249586145845033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5401249586145845033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5401249586145845033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/confused.html' title='confused.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SXHMKn1KrQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QLI6D9LjGT8/s72-c/hardtowait.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-2120155458627284857</id><published>2009-01-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:37:01.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight saga.'/><title type='text'>Twilight Saga. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SWyeXRox-WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m0XsuurL8oU/s1600-h/IMG0112A+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290777784962120034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SWyeXRox-WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m0XsuurL8oU/s320/IMG0112A+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; Twilight Saga. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt; Super I love this book. Nkkaadik xa swear. It took me 5 days to finished the entire book. lol. Grabe, qng nabasa q muna ung book before q npanood, I'm sure na maddisappoint aq sa movie. amp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nkakaINLOVE c EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; swear talaga. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Super Perfect Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - sa book of course, perfect as it seems but sa movie medyo lng. Ang dami png cuts tapos ung inedit talaga sa movie. Like ung naguusap sla Edward &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Bella sa forest, sa book, sa car ni Edward nabunyag lahat. haha. Ang daming Kiligness sa Book - I like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Confessions &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mind over Matter.&lt;/span&gt; :) Hai. If ever ngeexist c &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Edward Cullen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my Gosh, mgppka Bella Swan na q. haha. as if? I don't care qng vampire xa, at least pg nainlove xa sken, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he will never fall out of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) I wish, mkahanap na q ng kagaya nia - kahit close enough nia nlng. lol. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa 2nd Book na q - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Excited na q mabasa lahat. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-2120155458627284857?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/2120155458627284857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=2120155458627284857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2120155458627284857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2120155458627284857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight Saga. ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SWyeXRox-WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m0XsuurL8oU/s72-c/IMG0112A+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-3844036399907096006</id><published>2009-01-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:34:41.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity.'/><title type='text'>Vanity Strikes. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Vanity Strikes ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290770482025524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SWyXuMFA7EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uBEVKTsxBlg/s400/Untitled+Cla.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Camerawhore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D. New kc Phone q. lol. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-3844036399907096006?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/3844036399907096006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=3844036399907096006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3844036399907096006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/3844036399907096006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/vanity-strikes.html' title='Vanity Strikes. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SWyXuMFA7EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uBEVKTsxBlg/s72-c/Untitled+Cla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-2371590174614423221</id><published>2009-01-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:43:35.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deverj. Super Friends.'/><title type='text'>whatta HAPPY day!. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;whatta HAPPY day!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sooooopperrrr FUN kanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)))). We really missed each other. lol. Sinulit ang 1st day ng Class for this year dahil almost 2 weeks di ngkita. haha. Xempre ang aking &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deverj Familieh.&lt;/span&gt; Para kcng iba kanina (na-feel q), &lt;em&gt;Super tawanan talaga.&lt;/em&gt; lol. Kahit na everyday kaming masaya. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi nawawala sa araw-araw ang tumawa ng tumawa at mangasar.&lt;/strong&gt; Iba knina eh. Imagine, 1st time naming ginawa ang pumunta sa Walter nung 1st break time and then sa SM naman nung 2nd break time. haha. &lt;strong&gt;Foodtrip &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Laughtrip Together.&lt;/strong&gt; Excited lng naman aq pumasok kc makikta q na ulit sla. Bonding ever ulit. Aun. Super Asaran sa Jeep - ung mga buhok2 chorva. haha. Thank you nga pla jim sa mga snacks kanina. Buti nauto ka namin. :p Edi pasok na sa next class, wala plang prof. Aun, SM. db bongga? amp. haha. Daming plano - ung GIFT namin ky uhum ( secret bka mabasa nia), Tapos may &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Personalized Tshirt&lt;/span&gt; b tawag dun? Basta bibili kme ng shirt tapos papatatakan ng Deverj. Cute kc Different colors each - rainbow colors. Hahah. Gagamitin namin un sa EK getaway part 2 namin. haha. Sana makasama lahat. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OCHIE: mgdahilan kna. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAZEL: Sure na dpat yan ah. :) &lt;/span&gt;Tapos mga Sleepover chorva. Aun. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt; talaga q. Ung National Museum chorva din. After nun super Gala - Glorietta daw ulit. Starbucks. haha. Daming Plano. Basta matutuloy un. Hahah. Tapos na-late na sa STAT, edi di na kmi pumasok kc nkita nmin sla Colin, wla dw stat, meeting lng ky mam weng. Aun, di an talaga 2muloy. Tumambay nlng kmi sa Bench dun sa Gate 1. Kwentuhan ulit. Walang Kamatayan. Tapos naOpen nmin ni Ochie ung ggawa ng FS account ng tropa tpos my kanya-kanyang description. Edi aun na, dami agad naicip. da Best tlga ky Ope. haha. Sinulat q n ng bonggang-bongga kc aq ggawa. eeeeeeeee. :). Excited na kmi matapos. Di pa kc tapos eh. Gumawa plng aq ng account and then Upload ng Pixx. Next time na ung Publicity nia. lol. Tawa ng Tawa lng. Hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta para smin, pinakamasayang tropa 2 smin, ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha. ullluuuuulll. :p &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Love you guyz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-2371590174614423221?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/2371590174614423221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=2371590174614423221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2371590174614423221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/2371590174614423221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatta-happy-day-d.html' title='whatta HAPPY day!. :D'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1523596552976928509</id><published>2009-01-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:43:53.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moa. starbucks. fam trip.'/><title type='text'>STARBUCKS is ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; STARBUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286627857351315426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SV3gBskcD-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/35Q-gcYgqII/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ MOA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;122608.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kunware gumagala aq mag-isa&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286628521101318258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SV3goVOxWHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7QLPCALkXyk/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1523596552976928509?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1523596552976928509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1523596552976928509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1523596552976928509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1523596552976928509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2009/01/starbucks-is.html' title='STARBUCKS is ♥'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SV3gBskcD-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/35Q-gcYgqII/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8741169495055974357</id><published>2008-12-31T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:28:57.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorable days that happened to me this year. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2008's MEMORABLE DATES. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I leave 2008 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; start another year, just want to post, reminisce as well my uber duper memorable dates that happened to me this year. Almost were sort of &lt;strong&gt;FUN moments!.&lt;/strong&gt; :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAN. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Welcome 2008!. :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAN. 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Cess' Bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAN. 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Dhei's 17th Bday!. Simple Gathering lang. Four pa lng kmi nian - HERMI, OCHIE, DHEI &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ME. For sure, on her 18th, 9 kami - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DEVERJ. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FEB. 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Lenie's Bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MARCH 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Same turns 18! Memorable kc after a year, ngbonding ulit kme (my high school barkada), as well with my high school classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;APRIL 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Lablab q. It's our first time to be together. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;APRIL 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ochie's 17th Bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;APRIL 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MY 17th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; ♥. Super happy because it was unexpected - especially the gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;APRIL 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Bern's Visit!. My bestfriend. :) After 2 years, nagkita ulit. With Nowmi. Miss you guyz. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;APRIL 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My sister's Bday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Tagaytay get away with my churchmate friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAY 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Kua Rhaf's 25th!. Memorable kc we prepared a surprise party for him. Pati ung gift bongang-bongga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAY 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Jim's Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAY 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Hazel's 18th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAY 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;SKP Graduation Day!&lt;/strong&gt; Part of me was happy. Natapos na din ang paghihirap. Part of me was also sad becoz' I'm gonna miss my kiddsss. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAY 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Peng's Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAY 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 19 na c TIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JUNE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Swimming @ LAGUNA with my churchmate friends. Super Happy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Super Kilig. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - MOA with Lenie, Ate Nutz &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Kua Rhaf. My ngyre kc na sbrang nkakatuwa. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JUNE 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Wanie's Debut! Bongga 'toh. We had so much fun. Super sayaw. Low. Low. Low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Vianne's 16th Bday. Kumaen ng bonggang-bongga sa hauz nla. With the modeling &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pictorial chorva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Joan &amp;amp; Aubrey's Bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Aubrey's Bday Celebration. Treat nia kme sa Mcdo &amp;amp; Greenwhich. With her chocolate cake as our gift. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SUPER MEMORABLE&lt;/span&gt; kc that day nabuo talaga and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DEVERJ &lt;/span&gt;- you rock on guyz!! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JULY 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Hermi's Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AUG. 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - wee. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GLORIETTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getaway with my &lt;strong&gt;SUPER FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Deverj.&lt;/strong&gt; Super Gala. Mcdo, Zagu, MRT, Havaianas, Landmark, Ordinary Bus, Van on the way home, weird oldie names. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEPT. 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 2nd College RECO!. Nag-enjoy lng talaga kmi sa pictures especially the jumping shots. lol. Sob xe hindi nkapagstarbucks. amp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEPT. 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Faye's Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEPT. 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - A kiss to remember. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OCT. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - CHAMPION! PSY23! Buddha Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OCT. 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Fiesta kla JIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OCT. 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Last day of our 1st semester. We went to Tagaytay for some drinking session. @ Yonel's Place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OCT. 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Bern's 18th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOV. 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Papa's 42nd Bday. We really miss him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEC. 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Star City with Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dec. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Mama's 41st Bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dec. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - We watched TWILIGHT. (Why do I need to write this??) Because Edward Cullen is so yummyyyy. charing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEC. 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ENCHANTED KINGDOM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Yonel, Dhei, Ope, Peng &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Meeee. :) Kahit na di kumpleto, we still made ourselves to enjoy everything. &lt;strong&gt;EK Escapade part 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Hopefully next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEC. 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Bonding here at my place. DVD Marathon, Foodtrip, Chorvahan. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEC. 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Yonel's 18th. &lt;strong&gt;Super Memorable Surprise Unexpected Bday&lt;/strong&gt; for him. (Lahat na!. lol. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEC. 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - MOA with momi &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lil' sis. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEC. 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Hindi xa memorable BUT d2 q narealized na I should stop being so stupid with him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEC. 31&lt;/span&gt; - Yay! &lt;strong&gt;Last Day of 2008. Super Fun Celebration&lt;/strong&gt; here sa house with my mom's side relatives. Uber daming Foods &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Videoke Mode. :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is it. Guess what qng pano q natandaan lahat 'toh. Naka-save sa FiloFax q. charing. Sa Calendar lng ng fone q. I make sure na nasasave q ung mga da best days for this year. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Make this new year filled with much to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A blessed start of 2009 for everyone. Wish q - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more happiness, more bondings with family &amp;amp;&amp;amp; friends and of course - boyfriend. lol. :). ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;E.P. : fcukoff! Whatever Major Loser. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8741169495055974357?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8741169495055974357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8741169495055974357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8741169495055974357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8741169495055974357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/memorable-days-that-happened-to-me-this.html' title='memorable days that happened to me this year. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5895771150997710762</id><published>2008-12-30T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:09:06.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounded heart.'/><title type='text'>Part of me was HURT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436207055959634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVmkOhSO9lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Nh_RruBaLDc/s200/wheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really made myself stupid. err. For that stupid jerk. :) &lt;em&gt;Akala q Okay na. Akala q lng naman.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The truth hurts the most.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to see him again. I don't want to see them together. &lt;em&gt;Nawala na 2 ehh&lt;/em&gt;, but, everytime &lt;em&gt;na nkikita q xa,&lt;/em&gt; it still returns back. Last night, I had a conversation with my closest guy friend - &lt;em&gt;inOpen q un sa knya.&lt;/em&gt; E2 sbi nia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time lng klngan. Everytime na pilitin mo, my portion na khit konti mawawala ung feelings na un hnggang sa 2luyan ng mawala. Win ka naman skin eh (natuwa q dyn. :)). &lt;strong&gt;Let go. Stand Up.&lt;/strong&gt; Di lng s kanya mundo mo. It's okay qng mgsuffer ka now, by next time sla naman mgsasuffer. Pro don't seek revenge. Basta mgheal din yang pain moh. Sakay ka lng sa rides q. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahah. thank you. Nabuhayan aq ng loob. Hai, &lt;strong&gt;I want another him.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's easy to form an attachment to people and things. The mere thought of not having that person or thing in your life just squeezes your heart in pain. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I SAW IT ON TINAY'S SHOUTBOX. - &lt;strong&gt;"ung mga bagay na hinihiling natin kaya minsan di binibgay ni Lord dahil alam niang di yun mkkabuti para sa stin kahit an0ng pilit natin un hilingin.. may mga bagay na sadyang di para sa atin. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ACCEPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5895771150997710762?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5895771150997710762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5895771150997710762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5895771150997710762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5895771150997710762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-of-me-was-hurt_29.html' title='Part of me was HURT.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVmkOhSO9lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Nh_RruBaLDc/s72-c/wheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8588920961907016867</id><published>2008-12-27T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:25:57.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yonel&apos;s bday bash.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deverj'/><title type='text'>Yonel's 18th. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yonel's 18th. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284420663643169202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVYImHQvYbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2VeiMMhHkIY/s200/1_690627947l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. As he said, the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bday experience for him. &lt;em&gt;Surprise Visit.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Surprise Cake.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Best.&lt;/strong&gt; :). Surprise ung punta namin especially me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ope. Eventually, surprise dapat ung whole barkada. Kaso, unexpected din ung ngyre sa apat - &lt;em&gt;zel, ochie, jim &amp;amp;&amp;amp; peng.&lt;/em&gt; It's ok - we did enjoy the party. lol. yeah. :p. On the way, tntxt aq ni yonel na pumunta q, SUPER drama nman aq na ittry q. Aun, una nming pnapasok sa house nla sla hermz and dhei. Then sunod nlng kmi ni Ope. Kaso nakita nia kme na tumatakbo. Aun. Hahah. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UNEXPECTED &lt;/span&gt;daw. Xhet daw aq. Super Happy naman aq kc nasurprise q tlga xa. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Super HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; din xa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284422823011803378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVYKjziV4PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hP0e4bnVbUE/s200/1_730110406l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The CAKE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hindi alam ni yonel yan. Surprise din. :) It would be bigger if 8 kming nag-share. &lt;strong&gt;Anyway, it was still in behalf of the whole gang. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVYLjEjQOeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n_di_FQMCpw/s1600-h/1_862392985l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284423909910788578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVYLjEjQOeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n_di_FQMCpw/s200/1_862392985l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of Course, it's not complete if we didn't have our picture together. :) hahah. Sorry nlng ky &lt;em&gt;"prrftt".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We look good together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :). lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW,&lt;/strong&gt; More pixx on my &lt;strong&gt;multiply&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt; Account. You can view it there. ciao!. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8588920961907016867?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8588920961907016867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8588920961907016867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8588920961907016867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8588920961907016867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/yonels-18th.html' title='Yonel&apos;s 18th. :)'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVYImHQvYbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2VeiMMhHkIY/s72-c/1_690627947l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-8468311893531673233</id><published>2008-12-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:41:17.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight.'/><title type='text'>The Twilight Alphabet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Twilight &lt;/strong&gt;Alphabet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Alaska. That’s where the Cullens came from before settling into Forks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for baseball. Whether in the book or in the movie, this was one scene we loved at the Candy HQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is for Chevy, the brand of Bella Swan’s big, red truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for dim. Vampires need to stay out of the sunlight, because they sparkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Edward’s lullaby. Edward sings Bella to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Forks, that place in Washington, where it rains all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for graduation. The Cullen kids have graduated so many times already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is for heart. Edward gave Bella a heart-shaped crystal to add to her bracelet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is for ice. Vampire skin is cold as ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is for jacket. You should always have one when you’re in Forks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is for kidnap. To lure Bella to the ballet studio, James pretended he kidnapped her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for La Push. This is where Bella meets up with Jacob Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for meadow. This was a definitive moment in Bella’s and Edward’s relationship. Incidentally, this was the scene that author Stephenie Meyer dreamt about and prompted her to write the book Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for newborn. The term used for newly/recently turned vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for ocher. Sometimes Edward’s eyes are colored golden ocher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is for Port Angeles, where Bella almost got into trouble with a group of sketchy men. Edward, of course, came to save the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Quileute, a Native American tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is for ravioli. Bella ordered mushroom ravioli when Edward took her to La Bella Italia for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for sparkle. Do we even need to explain this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for telepath, because Edward can read other people’s thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for underwater. Vampires can stay underwater for as long as they want because they don’t need to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for vegetarian. The Cullens are vegetarian vamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for werewolves, who are the descendants of the Quileutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for x-ray. Bella got her leg broken and had to go to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for yellow. Edward bought Alice a yellow convertible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is for zillionaire, because vampires are super duper rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOURCE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://candymag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Candymag.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/magazine/lifestyle/the-twilight-alphabet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.candymag.com/magazine/lifestyle/the-twilight-alphabet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got this from Gelli's Friendster Blog&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;my childhood classmate.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-8468311893531673233?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/8468311893531673233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=8468311893531673233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8468311893531673233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/8468311893531673233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-alphabet.html' title='The Twilight Alphabet.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5309012930550204267</id><published>2008-12-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:17:50.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Friends.'/><title type='text'>8 FRIENDS SURVEY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 FRIENDS SURVEY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;DEVERJ:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hazelita, roxing, hermiling, mang jim, claring, yonelito, penggay, dayang, aubring. ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282935680698781554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVDCAutJj3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/u8ygyVdEBog/s200/plends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friend 1 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OCHIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YONEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 -&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAZEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 4 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;HERMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 5 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 6 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;DHEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 7 -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 8 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;about your top 8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is the person in spot 1 there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;GUSTO Q LNG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever hugged 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YUP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of your top eight, who was the last one you bond with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YONEL, DHEI, OPE, HERMZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 2 on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;November  p ata UN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you know 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;COLLEGE CLASSMATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is 2 taken or single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SINGLE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you meet 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL DIN. COLLEGE CLSM8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would 4 &amp;amp; 5 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NOOOO!. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What about 1 &amp;amp; 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NO AGEN'. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When was the last time you kissed 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY. 1219.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your favorite thing about 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;HINDI MADALING MAGALIT. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What about 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;KAPAG NAGNINILANDE. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does 4 usually ask you for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;UHM. WALA NMAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who do you think is the funniest out of ur top 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;who ARE the FUNNIEST - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YONEL, OCHIE, HAZEL, JIM, OPE, HERMI.&lt;/span&gt; Quiet lng tlga sla &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peng and Dianne.&lt;/span&gt; Virg.... Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is your favorite to talk to when you're down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;OCHIE, YONEL, HAZEL, HERMI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you ever date 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY. HAHA IT WOULD BE BETTER QNG MAGHAHANAP KMI NG KA-DATE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who has SEEN you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;HERMI, DHEI, OCHIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Describe 8 in 3 words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SIMPLE REAL FRIEND. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does 7 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are the last three numbers of 3's phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;882&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you do with 5 if you were locked in a room with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;OMG. HAHAH. WELL, SUPER CHORVAHAN. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of your top 8... who is better looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;ALL OF &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;'. :))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is NO.6 favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;PINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did you meet no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Nung 1st day ng 1st year. SEATMATES KME. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you go to high school or middle school with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NO. WERE FROM DIFF'RENT SCHOOLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are they a big flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;ERR. WERE NOT FLIRTS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOSER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who dance the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;JIM!. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had a dream about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;YAH.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where does no.3 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SILANG, CAVITE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever heard them sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE. WE LOVE SINGING &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt; :))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your favorite thing about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;THEY CARED FOR EACH OTHER. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WE CARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...WE VALUE OUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is no.2 favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SQUID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is no.8 eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;BROWN I THINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you love them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE. LABZ U ' OL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When was the last time you saw them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;122108. DURING YONEL'S BDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is no.7 favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;BLUE I GUESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you kiss them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Y NOT? I ALREADY DID. :*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When was the last time you hug them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY DIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you borrow each others clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YESSSS. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does 6 have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YES. C WINONA NA BITTER SKEN. AMP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever worked with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NOT YET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have they ever been to your place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YESS. NAAPRECIATE Q NUNG HALOS INUBOS NLA UNG FOODS NMIN DITO SA HAUZ. AMP. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where did you meet number 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long have you known number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has 2 been to your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YUP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has number 1 ever seen you naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;LOL. NOT YET. MAYBE SOON. JOKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever gone shopping with 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever seen 5 in a swimsuit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YUP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever met 1's familly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NOT YET.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know 6's middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YES. SUANSING. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever eaten anything in front of 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you trust number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥&lt;strong&gt; SO MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does 1 call you any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YAH. &lt;em&gt;CLA, BACLA, VACLUSHI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would 5 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NO. TAKEN NA C 5. C 2? BOYFRIEND Q NA. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When's the last time you talked to 5 in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY. 1221.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are any of your top 6 ex's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever done something dangerous with number 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed with 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NOT YET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think 5 and 6 would make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NOOO. HAHAH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would 1 do anything for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;I THINK SO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has 2 ever helped you out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which have you known the longest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;OCHIE, DHEI, HERMZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you had a crush on 1 - 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NONE. BEFORE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever done anything illegal with number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;NONE. GOOD GIRL KME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will 1 - 8 repost this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;IDTS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5309012930550204267?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5309012930550204267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5309012930550204267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5309012930550204267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5309012930550204267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-friends-survey.html' title='8 FRIENDS SURVEY.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SVDCAutJj3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/u8ygyVdEBog/s72-c/plends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1744018600268320246</id><published>2008-12-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:44:54.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>forget me not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IDK. mejo &lt;em&gt;nalungkot &lt;/em&gt;aq knina. mejo lng nman. mas mdami pdin ung happy moments. My lakad pla sla. Amp. Di aq naalala. Well, kahit naman yayain aq, eh hndi talaga q sasama kc may importante aqng lakad. Of course, iba pdin ung feeling na naalala ka. Wala lang. Ang drama q ba. Ganito kc aq, gusto q lge aqng naaalala, un ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. :) Buti nlng, &lt;em&gt;sooper happy&lt;/em&gt; knina. :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YONEL'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DEC. 21, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Happy &lt;strong&gt;18TH&lt;/strong&gt; Year! I'll just post my blog 'bout his memorable birthday &lt;em&gt;sooner or later&lt;/em&gt; - once I have our pixx. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ciao. •&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1744018600268320246?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1744018600268320246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1744018600268320246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1744018600268320246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1744018600268320246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/forget-me-not.html' title='forget me not?'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-5061914364447882462</id><published>2008-12-20T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:08:18.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the EK experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281745342305153538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SUyHZ6osMgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T4y1HToXWWo/s200/jhj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EK is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt; :). with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yonel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ope,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dhei,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Super Fun though 5 lng kmi. Wala sla Hazel, Ochie, Hermz &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Jim. Eh gustong-gusto na nming ma2loi ni yonel, aun, edi Go khit 5 Lng kmi. Enjoy nman. Super. Kahit na hindi kmi nakasakay sa wheel of fate, bump cars and swan lake. haha. Un lng ba? Oo hindi namin nakumpleto ung rides list. ;) Kea my plano ulit next year: &lt;strong&gt;EK &lt;/strong&gt;agen'. &lt;strong&gt;Target:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The whole barkada. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751349068991170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SUyM3jkyisI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rQuZrGSQ9A4/s200/kjkj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;@ Bump n' Splash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Take Note, muntikan ng my mapaaway&lt;/em&gt;. C &lt;strong&gt;ope&lt;/strong&gt; kc, warfreak. Lol. Edi super chismisan sa Line, tpos sb ni kuya crew: "&lt;em&gt;mam, usog na po kyo. nasisingitan na kc po kyo".&lt;/em&gt; Sbi q: &lt;em&gt;"may sumingit? cno kuya?".&lt;/em&gt; Eh c ope, bgla ng ngsalita: &lt;em&gt;"oi bawal singit! my pila nman eh. blah.blah.blah.&lt;/em&gt; Akala nmin mga bata, ung pla dlwang guys. Xhet, bgla aqng nahiya. Hahah. C ope go lng. Aun, share q lng. masaya kc dyn eh. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751046061980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SUyMl6ySfDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vYFld3gN2XE/s200/ewewe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Log Jam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;1st ride.&lt;/em&gt; Hahah. Sob kc hindi namin naulit dyn. Amp. Ang aga kc ngclosed ung park. Galing ni Peng kumuha. Hahah. Super Saya kc kinakabahan kmi dun s pnakamataas. Yonel:&lt;em&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ayan na! Ayan na Cla! Ayan na xhet".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aun, ung picture nia 2loi nakakatawa - nkaopen ung mouth. Lol. Ang cool din ng pic ni Peng. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281752716029925986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SUyOHH5rGmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P7DiFSgKjck/s200/gfgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Flying Fiesta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lol. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da best shot.&lt;/span&gt; I lab you yonel for this pic. Mukang tanga lng eh. Tuwang-tuwa. C ope naiinggit, gusto din dw nia. Edi ready na c yonel. Amp, Memory Card Full na. Hahaha. Sorry nlng, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Moment q un. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Multiply&lt;/span&gt; Account. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blogging...&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Para di Boring once na my nagbasa. Db? Kaya nga binasa m eh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-5061914364447882462?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/5061914364447882462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=5061914364447882462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5061914364447882462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/5061914364447882462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/ek-experience.html' title='the EK experience.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SUyHZ6osMgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T4y1HToXWWo/s72-c/jhj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-7259703332547375253</id><published>2008-12-14T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:34:51.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeww.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic'/><title type='text'>Hypocrite, Backfighter, Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypocrite, Backfighter, Ugly Damn Girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh! &lt;/strong&gt;Lately, there's this girl (hndi xa mganda) na tlgang nababadtrip aq. Narealized q na &lt;em&gt;"plastic"&lt;/em&gt; nga xa. Sbi q before hndi nman cguro kc nga close kme. Magkasundo sa trip. Honestly, totoo aq s knya. Di nman kc aq mrunong mkpgplastican. err. But now, I don't like her anymore. She's getting mayabang na. I don't know why, hindi naman xa ganon before. But now, mayabang na talaga. Matalino na daw kc xa. OO, un sa tingin nia. Fine, matalino kna. The hell I care. Prang nga Friend na tingin q s kanya, but now, it's not. Well, it seems na hindi nia alam na mraming naiinis sa knya kc hindi na xa nkakatuwa. Sbi nga ng isang friend q, bka insecure lng. I don't know qng knino x aniinsecure. Ewan, One thing I know na talagang qng ano ung physical appearance moh eh nagrereflect un sa personality. Un un girl.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Wag ka magmaganda. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-7259703332547375253?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/7259703332547375253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=7259703332547375253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7259703332547375253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/7259703332547375253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/hypocrite-backfighter-ugly.html' title='Hypocrite, Backfighter, Ugly'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-1013220936658673244</id><published>2008-12-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:08:47.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kung Ako'y Mamamatay" - Clariselle Espejo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kung Ako'y Mamamatay"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Clariselle Espejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kamatayan? Hindi katapusan ng lahat. Kung ano ang ating iniwan ay siyang simula ng lahat. Walang buhay na patapon. Kaya lamang nagiging patapon dahil iniisip natin na tayo’y nag-iisa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay atin lamang hiniram sa Panginoon. Hanmda man o hindi ay dadating sa sinasabing katapusan ng lahat - ang kamatayan. Ano nga ba ang mga gusto ko bago man lang aq mamatay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bago matapos man lang ang aking buhay, nais long maging maligaya at sana mapaligaya ko din ang mga taong minamahal ko. Lumaki ako na napapaligiran ng pagmamahal at pagaaruga kaya marahil ay ganoon din ako kapag mayroong mga taong napamahal na talaga sa akin. Nais ko munang matupad ang aking mga pangarap, ganoon din ang mga pangarap ng aking pamilya sa akin. Ngunit kung ngayon man ako mamamatay ay hindi pa talaga ako handa dahil marami pa akong gustong maranasan at matupad. At kung ako man ay mamamatay, ayokong mahirapan. Iyong kailangan pang nakaratay sa higaan habang hinihintay mo na lamang ang oras ng iyong paghimlay. Hindi ko rin naman gusto ang biglaang pagkamatay – nabaril, naaksidente o di kaya ay tawa ng tawa ayun biglang patay. Natuwa ako sa kamatayan niyang iyon. Isa siya sa mga kapitbahay naming noon, nabalitaan naming na patay na pala siya samantalang kakakita ko pa lamang sa kaniya bago ako pumasok sa eskuwelahan. Bata pa ako noon, nasa ika-anim na baiting. Nanonood lamang ng basketball sa telebisyon at sa kakatawa biglang namatay. Kaya natakot ako simula noon na baka sa sobrang tawa ay mamatay agad ako. Ngunit hindi ko naman siya masisisi dahil mahilig siyang uminom ng alak.&lt;br /&gt;Balik tayo sa magiging kamatayan ko “sana”. Kung ako ay bibigyan ng pagkakataon makapamili ng aking kamatayan ang nais ko ay natulog lamang at hindi na muling nagising. Ayoko ng mahirapan at ayoko ding masaktan. Ngunit mas maganda sana kung mayroong senyales bago matulog na hindi ka na muling magigising dahil mamamatay ka na pala. Mas maganda kung ako’y maghahanda, magpapaganda muna para hindi ako mukang kahiya-hiya kapag tiningnan na ako sa “pink” kong kabaong. Imposible marahil ang naisip kong iyan dahil hindi naman pwedeng humiling ng gusto mong kamatayan, ngunit iyan ay sia sa mga pangarao ko – na sana ay ganyan na nga lang ang magiging kamatayan ko. Hindi ako natatakot mamatay ngunit sa ngayon ay hindi pa talaga ako handa. Ako kasi yung tao na hindi pa talaga nakukuha lahat. Marahil dahil noong bata pa ako, ay hindi lahat naibibigay ang gusto ko. Kaya sinabi ko sa sarili ko na kapag ako’y nakatapos na ng pag-aaral, magsisikap talaga akong magtrabaho para makuha ang lahat ng gusto. Nais kong maging “stable” na lahat. Kahit na hindi ko ito madadala sa aking kamatayan, naranasan ko naman.Pati na din ang lalakeng makakasama ko sa habang buhay ay buo na din sa pangarap ko. Hindi pa din naman nawawala doon ang pangarap ko muna para sa pamilya ko bago ang magiging pamilya ko. Praktikal man lahat ito ngunit ito ang mga nais kong matupad kung ako man ay mamamatay na.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng katapusan ay siya ding simula. Hindi lang natin alam kung ito ba ay katapusan na o simula pa lang ng lahat. Hindi din natin hawak ang panahon at ang ating buhay. Kung ito ba ay nakatadhana na talaga para sa atin. Kung ako man ay mamamatay na ngayon, nais ko munang makasama ulit ang Papa ko. Halos dalawang taon na ng huli kaming magkasama-sama ulit nila Mama. Wala kasing pagkakataon sa ngayon na makauwi siya dito. Noong nasa ikaapat ako ng taon ng hayskul ng siya ay umalis papuntang Amerika para magtrabaho. Nalungkot talaga ako dahil ni hindi man lamang siya nakaabot sa aking graduation. Wala naman akong magawa dahil trabaho niya iyon at ayoko naming mawala iyon dahil kami din ang mahihirapan. Malungkot sa bahay dahil tatlo na lang kami nila Mama ngunit sinisikap naming maibsan ang kalungkutang iyon. Kaya kung ako man ay mamamatay na, sana…sana makasama ko muna ang aking Papa bago ko man lang ipikit ang aking mga mata.&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay mamamatay, mas gugustuhin ko sana na sa aking paglaki ay ako muna ang mauna bago ang sinoman sa aking pamilya. Hindi ko alam kung bakit iyan ang naging pananaw ngunit ako kasi yung tao na sadyang importante ang pamilya pagdating sa buhay niya. Ni hindi ko lubos maisip na makikita ko kung sinoman sa kanila na nakahimlay na sa kanilang higaan at ako’y nandito na walang patid sa pagluha. Sigurado ako sa sarili ko na hindi ko matatanggap agad anuman ang mangyari agad sa kanila. Kaya mas nanaisin ko na lamang na ako ang nakikita nila. Makasarili ba ako? Hindi ko alam ngunit ito ang masasabi ko – takot akong masaktan dahil mahirap para sa aking makalimot agad. Bago man lang sana ako mamatay, nais ko ding makasam lahat ng kaibigan ko. Hihingi ako ng tawad kung anoman ang naging kasalanan ko na nagging dahilan ng pagtatampo nila sa akin – kung meron man. Magpapasalamat na din ako sa kanila ng madaming-madami sapagkat isa sila sa mga kumukumpleto sa buhay ko. Para sa akin, ay mahirap mabuhay sa mundo ng wala kang kaibigan. Lalo na sa aking sitwasyon, hindi ko kayang mag-isa. Masaya ako sa araw-araw kapag kasama ko sila. Pinipili ko ang aking gma magiging kaibigan. Iyong sa simula pa lang ay naramdaman ko kaagad na totoo sila sa akin. Ayoko ng mapagpanggap dahil hindi naman ako ganoon sa mga kaibigan ko. Kung ano talaga ako, ay iyon na talaga. Walang tinatago – prangka sa madaling salita. Kaya nais ko muna silang makasama at magkaroon ng pinakamasayang “bonding” sa buong buhay ko. At isa pa na nais kong makamit bago ko mamatay ay makasama muna ang lalaking para sa akin. Wala naming perpektong taos a mundo ngunit mayroon naman siguro akong matatawag na “right guy”. Sa mga panahon ngayon, hindi ko ding maiwasang mag-isip na kung sino nga kaya ang mapapangasawa ko. Kung yung gusto ko ba talaga siya, kung pareho ba kami ng mga gusto sa buhay at kung pareho ba kaming may pangarap sa isa’t-isa. Ayoko kasi ng basta-basta na lang. Gwapo nga siya ngunit wala namang pinag-aralan, wala man lang pangarap. Kahit hindi masyadong gwapo, may hitsura na lang ay pwede na, basta ba ay nakakaangat sa buhay, edukado at mahusay mag-alaga para sa minamahal niya. Sana ay bago ko mamatay ay ang lalaki na iyan ang makakasama ko muna. At kapag nakuha ko lahat ang mga ito, pwede na siguro akong mamatay – na masaya ang naramdaman. Hindi man ako sigurado kung makukuha ko lahat ito, ay nandiyan pa rin sila sa mga pangarap ko. Marahil ang masasabi ng iba ay napakaimposible ng lahat ng ito na makuha ko bago man lang ako mawala sa mundo. Hindi naman masama ang mangarap hindi ba? Ngunit masasabi ko din na kakayanin ko makuha lang lahat ng mga pangarap ko. Hindi din masama kung susubukan. Ang nais ko lamang ay makuntento at magkaroon ng kasiyahan bago ako pumanaw. Na kahit ako ay isa lamang simpleng bata, may mga nais pa din akong matupad sa lahat ng pangarap ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;• Assignment q 'to sa Filipino •&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364862912680516646-1013220936658673244?l=clarizel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/feeds/1013220936658673244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364862912680516646&amp;postID=1013220936658673244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1013220936658673244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364862912680516646/posts/default/1013220936658673244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarizel.blogspot.com/2008/12/kung-akoy-mamamatay-clariselle-espejo.html' title='&quot;Kung Ako&apos;y Mamamatay&quot; - Clariselle Espejo.'/><author><name>cLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191926716250840630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/SiKyWTYw9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WnYeiKuvBFk/S220/IMG0409A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364862912680516646.post-4217873509143085617</id><published>2008-12-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:54:32.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight saga'/><title type='text'>7 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD SEE TWILIGHT. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD SEE TWILIGHT. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/STkh2YEnS1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_m81O9efMt8/s1600-h/200812twilight_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276285656499702610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y7VnfglCIeI/STkh2YEnS1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_m81O9efMt8/s320/200812twilight_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got this from candymag.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've already watched the movie for the second time but I do really want to watch it all over again. :p. I'm on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now. It was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;pretty good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than the movie though I enjoyed watching it. Becoz' int he movie I can really see what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looks like and still recall his face while reading the book. Sorry, I'am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;irrevocably inlove wih fictional characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;just hit theaters nationwide last week. If you haven't already seen it, we're giving you 7 reasons why you should go ahead and buy your ticket right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. You haven't read the book. It doesn't matter! &lt;em&gt;Twilight is basically a love story&lt;/em&gt;. The only thing not basic about it is that, well, it involves a vampire. And if you're not afraid of spoilers, there might actually be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2008/11/slideshow_of_twilight.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few reasons why the movie could possibly be better than the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollywoodinsider.ew.com/2008/11/borept-twilight.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It ranked in $70.6M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the box office on the weekend it came out in the US. If that doesn't make you curious enough about the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.See why Robert Pattinson makes teen girls shriek even if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/against-robert-pattinson-as-edward-cullen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fans initially wanted him out of the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when he was first cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.Try to spot Twilight author &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/2008/04/04/exclusive-twilight-author-stephenie-meyer-shoots-movie-cameo/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer's cameo in the film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Apparently, she's also vegetarian—in that scene, anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.Ever wondered why vampires need to wait for a thunderstorm so they can play ball? Well, you'll have to go see the movie to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.Do you know that Twilight was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inspired by a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;
